Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Blue Monday: Northern Arizona Autumn

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Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona.
 
 

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 poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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A Bit of Truthiness


What’s the truth about myself?
I am not a dusty shelf,
Where the cups and saucers sit,
And the crickets never quit
Making noises all the night,
Thinking that they bring delight.
 
Nor am I a blast of air
Roaring here and roaring there,
Knocking wigs off women’s heads,
Ripping oak leaves into shreds.
Here’s the truth, if truth be told:
Older than the stones, I’m old!

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

Honey


The honey I gather at noon,
I spread on my bread with a spoon.
I haven’t a knife.
Besides, it’s my life,
Not yours, so don’t judge me, you loon!

 
Limerick © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Honey/Bee”

Small Doses


Wanderer, painter, or potter—which role is the best for me?
A clay pot follows the end of a straw into the roiling sea.
All who are guilty cause chaos; things without names cannot be;
Mercy comes in small doses to sinners who sin without glee:
Number them, mercy’s particles, number them One, Two, and Three!
From darkness create something of light and savor the mystery.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #232
 
More Poetry Pantry #494 at Poets United

Stargazer


Stargazer, stargazer, why do you stare?
Has Taurus vanished somewhere up there?
 
Stargazer, stargazer, what do you see?
Are comets blazing far above me?
 
Stargazer, stargazer, I hear your song,
Echoing softly all the night long.
 
Stargazer, stargazer, who will you tell
If a star wobbles and falls in a well?
 
Stargazer, stargazer, if you retire,
Who’ll tell the children of heavenly fire?
 
Stargazer, stargazer, how will the crow
Tell me the names of the stars that you know?
 
Stargazer, stargazer, may your voice last!
May it be fiery and may it be vast!

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

Blue Monday: Standing Guard

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Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

The cacti in the garden stand guard both night and day,
When skies are blue as bluebirds, and even when they’re grey.
 
I’m glad for watchful cacti, for skies of grey and blue;
For with no skies or cacti, whatever would we do?

 
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Bring Me a Poem


Bring me a poem from somewhere, bring me a poem well done.
I hope it’s about the woman, folding her shirt in the sun.
Let her be standing and watching the fox with the crooked grin,
While saying, “Nothing’s the matter that cannot be cured by sin.”
She hands her shirt to the vixen, still grinning there in the sun,
Wondering why she bothers to do work that is never done.
This is a poem from somewhere, perhaps from the watercourse,
A poem no person can sing right, only the spotted horse.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #229

Glory, Glory


Glory, glory, morning glory, climbing up the wall!
Glory, glory, morning glory, don’t you fear you’ll fall?
 
High above my head I see you dangling in the air,
While your tendrils grab the gutter and the drainpipe there.
 
Glory, glory, morning glory, if I were like you,
I suppose I’d climb to places just as lofty too.

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

Blue Monday: Flat Tire

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This brightly painted vehicle at Cattle Track Arts Compound, Scottsdale, Arizona isn’t going anywhere soon.
 
 

You can’t go from here to there with a tire that’s flat,
So stay home and read a book, wearing your straw hat!
 
If your hat’s worn out and crushed, throw the thing away!
Find a new one, put it on—read some more, I say!
 
Reading is the antidote to a tire that’s flat—
Reading books and milking goats, wearing your straw hat!

 
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Welcome Every Word


Face the other way and write, write these words down fast:
Seizes, eases, water, gathers; then, write current last.
 
Other words than these might do, or possibly, might not.
Thus be ready always, friend, to change your poem’s plot.
 
In pursuit of poetry, you take what fate doles out.
Welcome every word’s arrival with a joyful shout!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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