Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Cactus Woman

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Detail from a wall of mosaics, Ajo, Arizona.
  


Cactus Woman has nothing to lose
By walking for weeks without wearing shoes.
 
She’s toughened her feet on thorns and stones,
And carries the wilderness in her bones.
 
Her eyes are afire, her heart’s ablaze;
She loves the desert’s unsociable ways.
 
Cactus Woman is someone, they say,
Who’ll walk in the wilderness, come what may.

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

They Gave Me Words to Work With


They gave me words to work with,
I knew not what to do.
The words were fried and swirling,
Lips, chicken, certain, stew.
 
I looked at my reflection,
While writing couplets down;
I looked not like a poet,
But like some silly clown.
 
The more I wrote, I hungered
To write some lasting stuff;
Then I threw my pen away
And shouted, “That’s enough!”
 
This lull in fevered writing
Will give me time to think
Of how to spread my table—
Forget the pen and ink!
 
I’m grateful that my table
Holds something that tastes sweet,
For writing leaves me famished,
And now it’s time to eat!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Crossing the Bridge

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Visitors may cross a bridge to enter Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 


I crossed a wooden footbridge through shadows dark and bold,
In search of buried treasure that lay there from of old.
Some said the place was Eden, but others would not tell,
And so I sought the wizard, who lived beside the well:
“O wizard full of wonder, I seek for coins of gold;
Will I find them buried here among the shadows bold?”
It seemed a thousand minutes until the wizard spoke:
“You are the victim, I’m afraid, of a cruel joke.
The only treasures waiting for those who cross the bridge
Are desert plants that bloom in sight all along the ridge.”
I looked and saw a cactus with yellow blossoms bold,
And knew I’d found a treasure worth more than any gold.

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

If You Dance


If you dance, you’ll need some salt.
Tumble down into the vault,
Where the salt is mixed with wind—
No, my dear, it’s not been tinned!
 
Best to take the salt at once,
Lest you turn into a dunce,
Crying with the living dead,
Who do not care what you’re fed.
 
Still, the best is yet to come:
See the dead man bind the drum
To his forehead with a string?
And you thought it was just bling!
 
Do not dread what is to come;
Though the dead man beats his drum
At least he’s not beating you!
All is well, and this is true.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #216

The Darksome Poet


What rhymes with blue erasers? Nothing that I know.
Ask the thirty thirsty pencils that live down below.
 
Perhaps the smallest pencil is longer than you think,
And knows the word you’re looking for, written in red ink.
 
I believe that snips and scraps, at least not more than three,
Can be used to slit your throat, or make poetry.
 
I know my tale has ended in a dark and somber way,
But I am a darksome poet, so what more can I say?

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #215
 
More Poetry Pantry #481 at Poets United

A Pilgrim’s Consolation


Warfare, pilgrim, is good reason to betake yourself from here.
Seek the roads that no one else takes; from the crowd now disappear.
 
Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe.
Hail those you meet along the way; give praise where praise is due.
 
Shield yourself from falsehood by recalling holy tales;
Strengthen soul and body as you drink the sacred ales.
 
At the crest of yonder mountain, where clouds obscure the view,
Fear not, O weary pilgrim: Someone watches over you.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #214
 
More Poetry Pantry #480 at Poets United

Picnic

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona.
 


Party-crashing ants
help themselves to chips and cake
at our picnic lunch.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
We fixed ourselves a picnic, we munched among the dead,
For it was in the graveyard that our feast was spread.
The ants came uninvited and helped themselves to cake;
Now we see that picnicking was a huge mistake!

 
Poems and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Picnic”

Our Picnic

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Campground in Giant Sequoia National Monument, California.
 


Our picnic’s almost over, and night will soon be here;
We’ll crawl into our big blue tent and then just disappear!
Our picnic in the forest was lovelier than most,
But one thing marred its beauty: We’d no s’mores to toast!

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

Three Utterly Weird Poems


I.
Before the mountains were born,
Or there were stains in the sea,
God put his mouth to a horn
And blasted out notes with glee!
 
II.
I’m tired of drinking coffee, tired of drinking tea;
Give me chicken breasts and thighs for eternity!
 
III.
I heard three tigers breathing, I thought my time had come,
But then the fiercest tiger was turned into a plum
By the surging murmur of a wizened wizard’s breath,
And now I can’t help singing how I escaped from death!

 
  
Poems © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #213
 
More Poetry Pantry #479 at Poets United

Flora and Fauna


There are pigeons, pugs and camels, there are lions in the park.
There are hundreds of strange animals, and one of them’s the snark.
There are insect-eating flowers, and fruit trees with weird fruit,
There are creatures of the ocean near the Italian boot.
If you take a look around you, wherever you may be,
I think you’ll be astounded by the great diversity!

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