Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

It’s Winter, My Love

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A desert family enjoys the cool December weather in this mosaic on a wall in Ajo, Arizona.
 


It’s winter, my love, keep playing the bones!
Stars o’er the valley are singing to stones.
Keep yourself limber, and shrug off the cold.
Summon your courage, and learn to be bold—
Bold in the barnyard, and bold in the dome,
Bold when you’re far, far away from your home.
I’ll end my song here, and hope that you find
That most folks are true, and loving, and kind.


 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Peace on Earth


“Peace on Earth,” the angels sing,
“peace to peasant, pauper, king.
 
“Peace to stones and twigs and sands;
peace to those in far-off lands.
 
“Peace to migrants and their kin;
peace to those whose coats are thin.
 
“Peace to all things great and small;
peace to doorway, threshold, hall.
 
Let peace come and let there be
peace on Earth from sea to sea.”

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Surprises


Within a tiny shadow great surprises hide.
Come, and I’ll display for you what is held inside.
 
First, some blackbird laughter, threaded with fine silk,
Then some wine that sparkles, if you don’t like milk.
 
You’ll also see a comet blazing as it goes,
And something not as fiery: a pale desert rose.
 
Another thing you’ll find there (keep an open mind):
The deeds of righteous people, generous and kind.
 
The world holds more surprises than anyone can dream,
And in the darkest places, surprises reign supreme.
 
What? You don’t believe me? You think that I tell lies?
My advice to you, my friend: Open both your eyes!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday: The Keeper

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La Virgen de Guadalupe keeps watch over a grave at Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona.
 


Lady, keep both night and day
Those who now are far away
From our sight and from our voice;
In your keeping, we rejoice.

 
  
Poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Kiss the Acrobat


Kiss the acrobat goodbye,
Do not be afraid to fly.
 
Play the right chord, not the wrong;
I will listen to your song
 
And admire your awesome skill—
Aim for dulcet notes, not shrill!
 
Test your apron, tie it tight—
Hope your cookies turn out right!
 
I’ve been missing you a bunch—
Let’s have cookies for our lunch!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #190
 
More Poetry Pantry #431 at Poets United

Morning Poem


I sing praise for morning light,
Shining full and shining bright!
 
Praise for birdsong in the air,
Joy-notes winging everywhere!
 
Praise for leaf and twig and stone!
Praise for skin and blood and bone!
 
Praise for coffee, praise for tea!
Praise for ocean, river, sea!
 
Praise for rain and praise for drought!
Praise for certainty and doubt!
 
Praise for things both great and small!
And the One who made them all
 
Is the One whom I will praise:
Morning, evening, all my days!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Blue Monday: Stained Glass

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A stained glass window at Sacred Heart Church, Farmington, New Mexico.
 


A window stained mostly in blue
Can be quite relaxing, it’s true.
It soothes and it calms
All fears and all qualms.
There’s nothing quite like it for you!

 
  
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Famine or Feast?


In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
 
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
 
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
 
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
 
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
 
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #189
 
More Poetry Pantry #430 at Poets United

The Sun’s in My Eyes


The sun’s in my eyes, I fear I’ll go blind.
There’s ice in the attic, and I’m of a mind
To look for a world that’s calmer than calm,
Where even the view from the bathroom is balm;
No astral projections, no blood on the floor,
Sweet music is all that I’m looking for.
How fluid is life, how fleeting, yet sweet!
Now that I’m done with this rhyming, I’m beat!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #188
 
More Poetry Pantry #429 at Poets United

Aphorisms


 
Write your name outside the box;
Help your neighbor mend her socks.
 
If you use your white paint first,
Things will go from worse to worst.
 
Anything on page sixteen
Will remain, by Jove, unseen.
 
Sentences are like a thread
Leading to the living dead.
 
Letters written by one’s hand
Are most certain to withstand
All the ravages of time,
Quite unlike this awful rhyme.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #187
 
More Poetry Pantry #428 at Poets United