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Blue Monday: Playing the Blues

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A trumpeter plays the blues, resting his music on a blue music stand at an outdoor event in Yuma, Arizona.
 
 

Play me some blues, man, play them with soul,
Play on your trumpet, making me whole.
Fill in the blank spots with your sweet art,
Play me some blues, man, play from your heart.

 
 
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Patch of Blue

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An old horse-drawn wagon slowly returns to dust at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona.
 
 

Beyond the broken wagon, we see a patch of blue,
And head in that direction without a trace of rue.
We know that we will find there a quiet, peaceful place,
And so we journey onward toward that azure space.

 
 
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Veteran’s Grave

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A veteran’s grave at Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona has been decorated with colorful stones.
 
 

Some stones painted red
To honor the dead,
And some painted blue
(The desert sky’s hue)
Will serve to remind
All those left behind
That love’s never lost,
No matter the cost.

 
 
Rhyming poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Distant Mountain

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Colorful aspen trees brighten a hillside in California’s Inyo National Forest.
 
 

From a distant mountain, surrounded by blue sky,
I hear a raven calling, and I wonder why.
Perhaps he has a message that I need to hear,
Or maybe it’s just nonsense—who will make it clear?

 
 
Photo and poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Blurred Image

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Photobucket is holding all my images hostage, including this one of old fruit crates in Yuma County, Arizona.
 
 

Photobucket blurs the image,
Adds their watermark as well.
Do they think I’ll pay a ransom?
All I’m going to do is yell!

 
 
Poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Rainbow

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A rainbow brightens part of the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California.
 
 

Even a rainbow brighter than bright
Can never begin to outshine the night;
But hang it high in a desert place
And watch the barrenness glow with grace!

 
 
Poem and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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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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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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A Day at the Museum


Mother took me by the hand,
Took me to a magic land;
Crafted birds were on display—
My heart almost flew away
When I saw an eagle there,
Woven out of human hair.
 
Near the birds a tiny elk
Carved from sandstone, not from whelk,
Pranced across a sea of moss,
Gave his handsome head a toss,
Looked at me as if to say:
“Child, do not get in my way.”
 
Room on room we wandered through,
Seeing everything on view.
It was an exciting day,
And we wished that we could stay.
What do I remember most?
Jesus on a piece of toast!

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