Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Smoking


If you think that smoking is fun,
Then I’ve got some news for you, hon.
The stuff in that pipe
Is worse than bad tripe,
And not worth it in the long run.

   
Limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Fun”

What Fun to Run


What fun to run from the cop,
Who keeps calling out to me, “Stop!”
My feet are so fleet
As I run down the street,
I soon see the officer drop.

   
Limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
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Blue Monday: San Francisco

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A view from a hotel room in San Francisco, California.
 


Over the city the sky’s a deep blue;
Listening closely I hear pigeons coo.
People sip coffee as they walk along—
The sound of their sipping makes a great song!

 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Three Limericks


A padlock’s a strong little thing,
But good for protecting your bling.
One click and it’s set
As tight as a net,
So no one can get anything!
 
 
If you lose your comb in the street,
Expect the coiffed people you meet
To stare at your pate
And then start to prate
About your mussed hair, not your feet!
 
 
A dragonfly dressed all in blue
May not look alarming to you,
But bees and gnats flee
Whenever they see
Blue dragonflies zooming—it’s true!

 
  
Limericks © by Magical Mystical Teacher

After the Party

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A table decoration lies aslant after a sweetheart dinner at an Arizona church.
  


After the party where love was the theme,
After dessert (it was peaches and cream),
After sweet songs of romance filled the air,
How glad I am, love, that this life we share!

   
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
   
    
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Love”

Three Weird Songs


I.
I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
 
II.
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
 
III.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.


 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Nada, Nothing, Zero, Naught


Xenophobic man, begone!
Racist, do not linger on!
Usurer, give back the cash
Purloined from the poor man’s stash!
Lying? Stealing? Not OK!
Pussy grabbing? Oh, no way!
How much should we tolerate
Of your spewing lies and hate?
Nada, nothing, zero, naught!
May your reign end, may you rot!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Zero Tolerance”

Blue Monday: Plaza

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The plaza in Ajo, Arizona is a gathering place for locals and visitors alike.
 


There’s blue in the flag, and blue in the sky.
Palm trees will crumble to dust bye and bye.
 
When the dust settles, all will be well,
But in the meantime? It’s hard to tell!
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Quickly the Night Comes


Quickly the night comes, sending out stars;
Children stuff lightning bugs into jars.
 
The bat chasing bugs will stop for a rest
After it catches the last pesky pest.
 
Ripples of darkness spread over the pond—
Shadows envelop each leafy palm frond.
 
Invisible creatures run to and fro—
We’d see them if they were running in snow.
 
Quietly, dear, let me sing you a song;
Moths near the streetlight won’t be there long.
 
The night is far gone, but not my love, dear—
Here at the frog pond I think that is clear.
 
In daylight or darkness, winter or spring,
I’ll sing by the pond, dear, to you I will sing.

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Darkness Is Coming


Someday I will die, no, not “pass away.”
Darkness is coming, that’s all I can say,
And nothing I do can stop its advance;
The darkness will cut me down as a lance.
And when I’m cut down, who knows what will be?
Perhaps my remains will nourish a tree,
A tree that produces tasty, sweet fruit.
But what do I care? I won’t give a hoot!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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