Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Burro

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Detail from a painting, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


An old man and his burro
Are heading for the hills.
They hope to find some nuggets
Among the rocks and rills,
Some nuggets gold and gleaming
To make the old man rich.
The burro doesn’t care much—
He’d rather balk and bitch.

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Bees

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Nine-year-old John painted bees on a table in the shade at Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A bee that is blue
Is a sight to behold.
It’s brighter, I think,
Than a bee that is gold,
Or even a bee
That is purple or red—
Just, please, keep the bees
Far away from my bed!

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Above the Fray


A teacher rose above the fray,
And this is how ’twas done:
She stayed in bed for one whole day,
Disguised as an old nun.
 
She prayed to goddesses and gods,
Forgetting all her ills;
Her praying helped her beat the odds,
And do it without pills.

  
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Rising Above”

Flight

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Mall in Yuma, Arizona
 


Someone saw a little dove
Taking flight to worlds above,
Rising frightened in her flight,
Rising in the day, not night.
 
Little dove, will you come down
From the palm where you have flown?
Or are you up there to stay
Through the night and through the day?

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Rocket Ship

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Mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


My rocket ship is blasting off—
Won’t you come with me?
We’ll sail a million miles or more
Through a starry sea,
 
Where deep within the Milky Way
Weird fish blink and gleam,
And fishers tell the strangest tales
As they wait and dream.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

The Fifty-Year Reunion


The fifty-year reunion
Was a time of deepest grief—
Some classmates couldn’t make it,
For they’d fallen like a leaf.
 
But others showed up eager
To shake hands and flash a smile
At classmates they had not seen
For more than quite a while.
 
Their talk was small and aimless,
And some people would not say
What was really on their minds—
Didn’t matter anyway,
 
For at the stroke of midnight
All the oldsters shuffled out,
Relieved the farce was over:
Nothing to write home about.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
     
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Reunions”

Blue Monday: Doormat

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Doormat at the entrance to my classroom, Yuma County, Arizona
 


The doormat’s getting gritty,
It’s time to take a broom,
And sweep away the sand grains
Before they trash the room.
 
I like to have a classroom
That’s free of grit and sand,
A place that welcomes students—
At least, that’s what I’ve planned!

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Making Memories

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Photo illustration for a Guadalajara Reporter story in 2016, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México


Someone made some memories,
Made them long ago,
Using a film camera,
And this is what I know:
 
The women in the photo
Do not smile or blink.
Their bland looks betray nothing—
One wonders what they think.
 
Each woman holds a doggie,
The doggies are quite still.
Were the little beasties drugged
And held against their will?
 
And what about the ribbons
The women do not wear?
Are they content with hair spray
To batten down their hair?
 
A hundred questions pop up
About this photograph;
Some of them are sobering,
And some just make me laugh.

 
Photo © 2016 and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Memories”

No Respect for Borders

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Warning sign at a rest area on Interstate 8, Yuma County, Arizona
 


They’ve no respect for borders,
The birds and snakes and bees;
They slither and they flutter
Whichever way they please.
 
If humans dare to challenge
The courses creatures take,
They heed their inner compass,
Thus making no mistake.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Respect”

Respect

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


I have respect (the gardener says)
For beans and flowers and trees.
In wonder I kneel before living things—
I’ve nearly worn out my knees.
 
Even for weeds I have great respect.
(A weed’s a plant out of place).
You have to admire their tenacity—
They’re older than all our race.
 
But most of all, it’s stones I esteem;
They’re stalwart and brave and true,
Imparting their wisdom to those who care—
I’m one of those people, are you?

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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