Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Sand

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Puerto Nuevo, a fishing village south of Tijuana in Baja California Norte, México
 


Little grains of beach sand
Scattered on the street;
Little grains of beach sand—
Watch your tender feet!
 
There among the cobbles
Lie the prickly grains,
Guaranteed to give you
Aches and bitter pains!

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blooms

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Cholla cactus blossom, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
    


Only in the desert sands
Do cacti thrive and bloom,
Not on crowded city streets
Where there’s no breathing room.
 
If you find a place of sand,
Where human prints are few,
There the lowly cactus waits
To show its blooms to you.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Rose of Wisdom

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A gnarled tree beside a path at Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona

 

By the lake a pathway leads
Through the dry and tangled weeds
To a place where no one goes
But the ones who seek The Rose.
 
Holy, holy is the day!
Holy, holy is the way!

 
Rose of wisdom, fair and pure,
May your root and branch endure
In the hearts that hold you fast—
There, O Rose, bloom forth at last.
 
Holy, holy is the day!
Holy, holy is the way!


 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Melody

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The Sonoran Desert landscape near Ajo, Arizona
 


On which page is it written,
In which trustworthy book,
That barren places warrant
No glance or second look?
 
The unassuming places
Hold more than eye can see,
And for those with ears to hear,
A soulful melody.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Books

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A boulder surrounded by birdsong in a remote location, Apache County, Arizona
 


Some books I found in passing
Contained disturbing words:
The end is near, they seemed to say,
Pay heed to stones and birds;
 
For in this warming climate,
Where things are changing fast,
Not even stones and blackbirds
Have stamina to last.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Mosaic

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Detail from a community wall covered with mosaics, Ajo, Arizona
 


Telling a story can mean lots of things:
Crosses, and cacti, and birds with long wings;
 
Photos, and artwork that’s hung on the fridge;
Our very first kiss down under the bridge.
 
We need to tell stories, tell them a lot—
They tell who we are, and who we are not.
 
And this is the thing that stories do best:
They help us belong, and show we are blest.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Showers

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A cloudless day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona


We look for April showers
To settle desert dust;
Someday thunderheads will form—
We know they surely must.
 
Till then, however, nothing
Can put our souls at ease,
For dusty is the desert,
And torrid is the breeze.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Homing

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Apartments and studios for artists, artisans, and creative business people, Ajo, Arizona


April is the homing month
When artists long for space
To sculpt and paint and scribble
To serve the human race.
 
Sometimes a lucky artist
Will find a place called home;
But if her luck should run out,
Then she is bound to roam.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bees

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Bee visiting a poppy in bloom at Mission San Juan Capistrano, Southern California
 


From bees of either gender
I tend to run and hide.
I fear that they will harm me
The longer I’m outside.
 
Indoors, away from stingers,
I find a book or two
To while away the daylight,
Until the bees are through.

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Reasons

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Sand verbena, Yuma County, Arizona
 


A flower has no gender
As far as I can see;
But still I have some reasons
That blooms appeal to me:
 
I love them for their beauty,
Fragility, and scent—
And yet with sudden windstorms,
How quickly they are spent!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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