Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Got No Lucky Shoes


Got no lucky shoes, and I got no magic ring;
Got some silly stories, though, and songs I like to sing.
Got no magic wishbone, got no lucky sox,
But I can think my way, my friend, right out of a box.
Some say I’m peculiar, others say I’m weird,
But folks like me are treasures—not something to be feared.

© 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 

Right Way, Easy Way


Sometimes the right way is easy,
And sometimes the easy way’s right;
But how to choose between the two
When there’s only darkness, not light?
It’s easy to say, “Just choose one!”
But what if I make the wrong choice?
That’s why I wish my ears could hear
A sweet supernatural voice,
Saying, “This is the way—stick to it!
Don’t veer to the left or right!
By walking the way I tell you
Your darkness will turn into light.”
But no voice shatters the silence
At morning, at noon, or at night,
So I keep walking and walking—
And hoping the easy way’s right!


 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #75 at Poets and Storytellers United


Let Me Go


Things related, things alike—
I will take them on this hike.
 
Remember that my part was chosen;
In that role my life was frozen.
 
Each breath leaves me sorry, dear;
The results are crystal clear.
 
Promise me you will not fast
When my life is past at last.
 
Cover me with Grandma’s quilt;
Over that toss Grandpa’s kilt.
 
Total everything I owe.
Now I’m ready—let me go!
 

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #317
 
More Writers’ Pantry #69 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Liminal Space


Let us create a liminal space,
One that’s suffused with mercy and grace;
Perhaps in the barn, or someplace out back,
Where time like cold water leaks through a crack
And spills to the bank of the river that comes
Roaring through gorges and blots out the sun.
So what if the stones are stacked ten feet deep?
So what if the path before us is steep?
So what if we slip while trudging along
Singing our watery, liminal song?
All will be well, for nothing will last;
Soon we’ll be gone—the night’s coming fast.

 
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blackbird, Blackbird


Blackbird, blackbird perching in the tree,
What is this song you’re singing to me?
Where did you find it? Under a stone?
Maybe it came from the dead man’s bone.
Strange is the tune, and odd are the words—
Mysteries held by no other birds.
 
Blackbird, blackbird, the stories you tell—
Some are of heaven, some are of hell.
Everything’s cryptic, nothing is clear;
You sing, I quake with frissons of fear.
Blackbird, blackbird, will you ever cease
Singing dark songs and give me some peace?

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Shimmering Trees

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Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona.
 
 
 
 
Blue sky, golden leaves—
 
a perfect day in autumn
 
etched in memory.

 
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Over the mountain a patch of blue sky
Catches my wandering, vagabond eye.
I look past the golden, shimmering trees,
And dream of sailing on distant blue seas.

Photo and poems © by Magical Mystical Teacher

When I Forgot My Morning Smile


When I forgot my morning smile, the fish reminded me
That every river wants to rush headlong into the sea.
When blackbirds carried messages beyond the barnyard fence,
Five famous people came to see—they paid but seven pence.
If shuffling gets me to my goal, I’ll shuffle day and night,
But barefoot I will have to go—my boots are much too tight!
Remember on the day I die: No wailing is allowed!
Now promise me that buttonholes will decorate my shroud.

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Nonsense to Celebrate Daylight Saving Time


Water spilling from a cup—
Will you help me wipe it up?
Grass is crying in the rain—
Watch out now, here comes a train!
Throw the broken plate away,
And then ask your friend to play.
Sing and sway, don’t rock the boat!
Just remember: Stones can’t float!


 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Looking for My Mind


I keep looking for my mind, but looking is hard work.
Some folks watching me, I’m sure, consider me a jerk.
If I could find my rightful mind, maybe I could play,
Be lighthearted once again, and laugh the livelong day.
But finding minds ain’t easy; and mine’s been lost so long,
It would take a miracle to right this bitter wrong.

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #59 at Poets and Storytellers United: “I’m looking for a mind at work”

 

Jump-rope Rhymes: Pulling Punches


Pulling punches,
fixing lunches—
something has to give!
 
Having hunches
and long brunches—
what a way to live!
 
See, she scrunches
as she munches
carrots from a sieve!
 
Plant some runches,
harvest bunches—
don’t forget your shiv!

 
Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Weekly Scribblings #56 at Poets and Storytellers United