Category Archives: Rhyming poetry

Blue Monday: Love Stone

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma County, Arizona
  


A stone to remember a dear one who’s gone,
A stone that reminds me from dusk until dawn
That someone is guarding my steps from above—
The name of that someone is, quite simply, Love.

  
Photo and poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
  
 

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Fading

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Fading bougainvillea blossoms on a trash heap, Wellton, Arizona
 


What is there to celebrate
When the brilliant blossoms fade?
Who rejoices at such loss?
Are not tender souls dismayed?
 
And yet in fading flowers
We see clearly what we are:
Blooms that shrivel at day’s end,
Leaving nothing near or far.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Snowman

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A graveside decoration, Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona
 


The time of celebration
Is quickly drawing near.
The snowman in the graveyard
Announces joy and cheer.
 
To every heart that’s grieving,
To every weeping eye,
The snowman in the graveyard
Brings good news bye and bye.

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

Weather-beaten

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A weathered statue of La Virgen de Guadalupe, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


O battered Guadalupe,
What is there to celebrate?
Your gown’s reduced to tatters
Even as you watch and wait.
 
Yet in your loving presence
We find mercy, peace and grace,
For there’s unending sunshine
In your weather-beaten face.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Celebration”

Blue Monday: Keeping Watch

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A bust of the Virgin Mary, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
  


Mary, aren’t you weary yet
Of keeping watch by day and night?
Where we see only darkness,
It seems that you see only light.
  
If we were not so broken,
Perhaps we’d see things as you do;
But we’re the walking wounded,
Mary, and not at all like you.

  
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
  
   
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon
  
 

The Vanity of Riches

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La Virgen de Guadalupe protects a grave, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


The vanity of riches,
The poverty of wealth—
No woman with a sound mind
Thinks she can buy good health.
 
Shrouds have no ample pockets
For silver, gems or gold.
We go out empty-handed—
Life can’t be bought or sold.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vanity”
 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Vanity

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


It is vanity to think
That unknown mothers matter!
In the larger scheme of things
They are but idle chatter!

 
Thus, the cynics have their say,
And yet so many others
Fervently proclaim each day:
“We won’t forget our mothers.”

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vanity”
 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Blue Monday: Mary

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A statue of the Virgin Mary, Ajo, Arizona
 


Mary, are you feeling blue?
Are you feeling weary?
All the beggars come to you,
And their eyes are bleary.
 
Seeking favors from your hand,
They clamor and they shout.
Is it more than you can stand
To have them round about?
 
But your ways are not our ways,
Your hands are filled with grace,
Which you pour out on the strays
Of our ungrateful race.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Twelve Days of Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon
 
 

Blue Monday: Pond and Wand

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


Between two tall cacti there lies a small pond.
Look in its depths and you might find a wand,
A wand that a wizard just can’t do without.
Say, aren’t you a wizard? If so, give a shout!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

The Rose


The flower that’s known as a rose
Is beautiful, everyone knows.
Its petals are fair—
No argument there!—
That beautiful blossom, the rose.

 
Limerick © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Flower: Rose”