Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Sunflower Blossoms

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A sunflower blooms at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Sunflower blossoms remind me of you
And how you would smile while tying your shoe
To ready yourself for journeys afar;
I keep these memories stored in a jar
 
Along with a pebble and a small bone,
And feathers I found while walking alone
That summer day at the edge of the lake,
Knowing your journey had been a mistake;
 
For somewhere afar, you vanished from sight,
Your footprints erased by wind in the night;
No one could find you, though they looked for days—
You’d gone just like sunlight burns away haze.
 
Many years later, the riddle goes on:
How did you vanish like darkness at dawn?
I have no answer, but this much is true:
Sunflower blossoms remind me of you.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Summer”

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Forage

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Prickly poppies, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Who’s the inventor that dreamed up this plant?
Its prickles and stems play host to the ant;
Honeybees forage for midmorning sweets
Deep in the blossoms where they find rich treats.

 
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

Inventions


Inventions are nifty,
Inventions are great,
Inventions can help us
When we’re running late.
 
Inventions can keep us
Cool when it’s torrid,
And warm when the weather
Turns cold and horrid.
 
Inventions can get us
From this place to that.
You don’t believe me? Ask
The Cat in the Hat!
 
If we’d no inventions
Our lives would be bland,
So keep on inventing,
And life will be grand!

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

I Thought I Had a Vision


I thought I had a vision,
But it was just a dream;
It vanished, upon waking,
Like some pathetic stream
 
That trickled through the wastelands
And sank into the sand—
There no one could retrieve it,
Not even with skilled hand.
 
I now abjure all visions
And leave them to the wise,
For they know what to look for
With their perceptive eyes.
 
They’ll gladly share their findings
With those of us who yearn
For something with more grandeur
Than gas pains or heartburn.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vision”

I Looked for Buried Treasure


I looked for buried treasure
Where no one looked before;
I looked in run-down houses
That slouched along the shore.
 
I looked in big blue dumpsters
That overflowed with trash,
Hoping that those bags would yield
At least a little cash.
 
But after all my searching
For treasure far and wide,
The thing that I was seeking
Was what I found inside:
 
A heart of grace and mercy
A heart of love and peace—
Treasure that can never rust,
And ever will increase.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Treasure”

Blue Monday: After the Party

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An overflowing dumpster in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
  


After the party,
The trash overflows;
Where it’ll go next,
Nobody knows.
  
Verse and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Screaming for Ice Cream


Screaming for ice cream
Is one of the ways
To cool yourself down
On hot summer days.

Screaming for ice cream
Is what I will do
When the sun sizzles—
Now, how about you?

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”

A Scream in the Night


A scream in the night!
Whose voice did I hear?
Was it a banshee?
It sounded so near—

Too near for comfort,
Too close to my head;
I think I will run
And hide in my bed.

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Scream”

Long Moons Ago

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Winter full moon setting over Wellton, Arizona just before daybreak
 


Long moons ago I had a penny;
I thought it was a lot of money.
I clutched it, saying, “I’m so rich now!”
My father thought that I was funny.
 
The years have passed, I still count pennies,
But this I count a much greater boon:
To linger near the palms at midnight,
Admiring the fullness of the moon.


 
Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Money”

Blue Monday: Clad in Blue

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Sunday morning strollers in Historic Downtown Yuma, Arizona
  


A couple clad mostly in blue
Decided to take a walk through
The backside of town;
They looked up and down
In hopes that they’d see something new.
  
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher