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Inventions


Inventions are nifty,
Inventions are great,
Inventions can help us
When we’re running late.
 
Inventions can keep us
Cool when it’s torrid,
And warm when the weather
Turns cold and horrid.
 
Inventions can get us
From this place to that.
You don’t believe me? Ask
The Cat in the Hat!
 
If we’d no inventions
Our lives would be bland,
So keep on inventing,
And life will be grand!

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invention”

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I Thought I Had a Vision


I thought I had a vision,
But it was just a dream;
It vanished, upon waking,
Like some pathetic stream
 
That trickled through the wastelands
And sank into the sand—
There no one could retrieve it,
Not even with skilled hand.
 
I now abjure all visions
And leave them to the wise,
For they know what to look for
With their perceptive eyes.
 
They’ll gladly share their findings
With those of us who yearn
For something with more grandeur
Than gas pains or heartburn.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vision”

I Looked for Buried Treasure


I looked for buried treasure
Where no one looked before;
I looked in run-down houses
That slouched along the shore.
 
I looked in big blue dumpsters
That overflowed with trash,
Hoping that those bags would yield
At least a little cash.
 
But after all my searching
For treasure far and wide,
The thing that I was seeking
Was what I found inside:
 
A heart of grace and mercy
A heart of love and peace—
Treasure that can never rust,
And ever will increase.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Treasure”

Carpe Diem


“Seize the day!” my mother said.
“Seize the day—you’ll soon be dead!”
 
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” said Dad,
“Willie is a proper lad.
 
Why should Willie seize the day?
Plan ahead is what I say.”
 
While they argued with each other,
My dear dad and my dear mother,
 
I slipped out and went to play.
So, I guess, I seized the day!

 
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Carpe Diem”

Above the Fray


A teacher rose above the fray,
And this is how ’twas done:
She stayed in bed for one whole day,
Disguised as an old nun.
 
She prayed to goddesses and gods,
Forgetting all her ills;
Her praying helped her beat the odds,
And do it without pills.

  
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Rising Above”

Blue Monday: Gears

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Detail from a mural, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


Round and round and round they go,
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Gears are turning here and there,
Gears are turning everywhere!
 
They can turn a Ferris wheel,
They can turn a shaft of steel;
They can make Big Ben run true,
Raise and lower great locks too.
 
Gears are turning here and there,
Gears are turning everywhere;
Made to grind, but not to blast,
Gears can move both slow and fast.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

No smoking

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A warning to smokers at the Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 


No smoking in the garden—
You’ll kill the tender plants!
No smoking in the garden—
You’ll chase away the ants!
 
Tobacco smoke is deadly
To people, beasts, and plants,
So, put away your ciggies,
And do the smoke-free dance!

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

Blue Monday: Footprint

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A simulated dinosaur footprint, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
  


Something left a footprint,
Left it in the dirt;
Something left a footprint,
Something that can hurt;
 
Something that is bigger
Than a dog or cat;
Something that is stronger
Than a rabid rat.
 
I’ll avoid that something,
So no harm will come
To my toes, knees or nose,
Neither to my bum!

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Mirrored

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Reflection of a winter sunrise in the rear window of a recreational vehicle, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Mirrored in the window
Of a wilderness RV,
The sunrise in midwinter
Is brighter than the sea.
 
The sight befuddles blackbirds
And ravens on the wing.
But the little cactus wren?
She cannot help but sing!

 
Poem © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Mirror”

The Plan

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
 


 
Is there anyone to feed
The coyote in his need?
Who will soothe the fevered bird
With cool water and kind word?
 
Surely needed aid will come,
Unannounced by fife and drum,
Even as a stranger’s hand
Tends God’s creatures as God planned.
 

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Kindness of Strangers”