WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 9. Write a “blank of the blank” poem
This chub-a-wub, bushy-tailed cutie
who’s embraced his true calling of foodie,
has put the kibosh
on my nice autumn squash,
and reduced my front porch to a nudie.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
Deanna’s cutie camel, all tuckered out
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 4. Write an “In the (blank )” poem
In the Far Reaches
There’s currently nine
and a half-hours’ time diff’rence
between her and me.
I use what seems nine
checking the clock to reckon
what time it is, there.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 3. Write a misguided poem
A Misguided Poem
When this poem saw
its writer, it counted on
seventeen syllab
-les
© Marie Elena Good 2022
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 2. Write a sweet poem.
I prefer my sweets
to whisper, not scream. Infer.
Teach my buds to taste.
© Marie Elena Good 2022
Her argument couldn’t be finer:
“Don’t want you to think I’m a whiner.
I’m not just a shirker
I AM a hard worker!”
She said, from her threadbare recliner.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 4 – Writer’s Digest (Day 4: Write an ACTIVE poem).
Photo by Daniel Reche, courtesy of Pixabay
Oh, stillness deep within me, never wane
when chaos saturates the world without.
I know the very God who sees and reigns –
whose still, small voice speaks peace, and quiets doubt.
He gave mankind a gnawing in our soul
that won’t be satisfied without His will.
And only He can quench that thirsty hole;
and only through His food, we get our fill.
At times, my praise rings sonorous and strong,
and springs from nourished soul that feeds on Him.
At times my praise, just weak and weary song,
seeps sluggishly from apathy within.
Oh, Father, fill me up when I am drained,
and may my praise be endless; unrestrained.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Imprint in Concrete photo by Keith R. Good
We’re navigating
necessary conversions
to our way of life.
Maybe we’ve traded
trite for substance. And maybe
we can keep the change.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Photo of “The Bean,” by Poppa
When your leader suggests disinfectant,
ingestible or an injectant,
should you chuckle or cry
or heave a big sigh
and wonder what you were expectin’?
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Okay so part of me feels guilty about this one, but we gotta laugh, right?!
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
I’m all for the masks and hand-washing,
Keeping 6 feet away and not touching,
But for cryin’ out loud
I just gasped at the crowd
On the old T.V. show that I’m watching!
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
True story, y’all! LOL!
Photo courtesy of Pixabay’s Pasja1000
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Make me a mask.
Ward off my cough.
That’s all I ask.
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Nothing too posh.
Just make me a modest mask.
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Put folks at ease
as they pass by,
and I must sneeze.
Your mission, see,
is to render for me
a smidgeon of PPE.
Then drop it
off over yonder.
Leave quickly,
and leave nothing else, please,
for me. Well, I wouldn’t holler
if TP’s included (I’m ill at ease).
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Thanks for the mask!
My husband’s at peace,
no longer repeats
day after day, “Sharing isn’t condoned,”
now that I have one
of my own.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
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