Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Then and Now


Once my hair was Bible-black,
Now it’s grey, both front and back.
 
Once my teeth were gleaming white,
Now they’re dull—it must be blight.
 
Once I ran a race, and won,
Now I sit and soak up sun.
 
Once my fist was hard as rock,
Now it’s limper than a sock.
 
Once I slept the whole night through,
Now I cannot sleep past two.
 
That was then, and this is now—
How’d I get here, anyhow?

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Finding Bliss in Change


Let’s make a parade, and march through the gate;
These times are trying, but we cannot wait.
 
Grace has gone swimming, and things are amiss—
Who in her right mind would argue with this?
 
See how old prejudice rears up its head?
Cut it off quickly! Make sure that it’s dead.
 
There’s beauty in yellow, red, white, and black;
Joy’s in the middle, the front and the back.
 
It’s simple, my friend, to bring a new day.
Old braids of hatred? Just snip them away!

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Banderas

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A street is festooned with blue banderas in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México.
 
  

On the pavement, in the shade,
People strolling unafraid
Look up at the bright blue sky:
“Sad,” they say, “there is no pie.”

 
  
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BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Have Some Popcorn

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Popcorn is available on the patio at Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona. One photo, two memes.
 
  

When times are tough and my sadness grows
Sharper than thorns on a tangled rose,
And tears flow freely into my tea,
I look for something to comfort me.
 
A glimpse, perhaps, of a far-off place
(Call it heaven, or maybe it’s grace)
That gives me hope for living a life
Free of all pain, and free of all strife.
 
But try as I might, I just can’t find
Anything peaceful to ease my mind.
With pleasures lacking, my life’s a mess;
I need some solace, and nothing less.
 
Yet years of practice have taught me this:
There is a way from sorrow to bliss.
When all else fails to comfort me,
Popping some corn is the remedy!

 
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 BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Is God Asleep


1
I choke on soot, my homeland shudders;
“Is God asleep?” the prophet mutters.
 
 
2
With fire on my tongue, how brave can I be?
Braver than ships exploring the sea?
 
 
3
Mine are the questions that no one answers;
At half past midnight, I join the dancers.
 
 
4
With reverence and gratitude I pause—
The white wolf takes me gently in his jaws.

 

Couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Twinkle, Twinkle


Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I don’t wonder what you are.
If I did, I’d surely be
Filled with abject misery!
 
On the other hand, my friend,
Beds are burning without end,
And their burning lights the night
Brighter than the stars are bright.
 
Now I’ll end this silly rhyme,
It’s worth nothing—not in time,
Not in spirit, not in space.
I will go now, go apace.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Discipline

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A huge stone nestles in the shade of a pine tree at the Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona.
 


It takes tons of discipline just to be a stone,
Sitting in the sun and rain, sitting all alone,
Sitting there ignored and shunned as the years roll by.
Don’t you wish you were a stone? “No, I don’t, not I.”

 
 
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When the old stone sings,
even crows in the pine tree
stop wagging their tongues.

 
 
Rhyming poem, haiku, and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Anagram Fun


OPTS
She opts to go where angels fear—
Let’s opt to go with her, my dear.
 
POTS
Pots and pans and silverware!
Chocolate frosting in my hair!
 
TOPS
On the nudist beach flip-flops
May be worn, but never tops.
 
SPOT
Spot the spider in its web,
Watch its life both flow and ebb.
 
POST
Post a letter to a friend,
May your friendship never end.
 
STOP
Stop this nonsense, stop at once!
Or are you some kind of dunce?

 

Couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Corn Rain

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A mural in Yuma, Arizona celebrates the gift of corn. One photo, two memes.
 
  

She cannot see the grain/Ripening on hill and plain;/She cannot feel the rain/Upon her hand.
  
From “Dream Land” by Christina Rossetti


What if I could see no grain
Ripening on hill and plain?
What if there would fall no rain
On my beans and corn?
 
Fear not, child, for it will rain
On the hills and on the plain.
Beans and pumpkins, corn and grain
Will then drink their fill.
 
See, the rains have come at last!
Days of dust and drought are past!
Soon enough you’ll break your fast,
Eating beans and corn.
 
Corn is raining from the sky!
Wipe away your tears, don’t cry!
Fill your baskets, pile them high
With this blessed feast!

 
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My Hopes Are Dashed and Scattered


My hopes are dashed and scattered,
There’s no more grace to spare,
For flyaway potatoes
Have landed everywhere!
They’ve landed on my shoulders,
They’ve landed on my knee,
They’ve landed in the ocean,
They’ve landed in the sea.
Some folks would call it bounty,
But I call it bad luck
To live in Tater County
And drive a tater truck.
Perhaps I should be grateful
For taters, lanes, and such,
But after three bad crashes,
I am not grateful much.


 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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