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IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY (Tribute to Shel Silverstein)

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If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat?
Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street.
Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today;
Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet.
A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive,
With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive.
Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili.
That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly.

If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear?
An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare.
A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand,
Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned).
My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures,
And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours.
Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly.
That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly.

If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do?
I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through.
I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed.
I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread.
I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim.
Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim.
Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,”
If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

Inspired by “If the World was Crazy” by Shel Silverstein

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EXPRESSION

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I write of love for my family, friends, and home. Yet, ink halts the flow of emotion to page when I attempt to write of my love for you. The deep sentiment I feel translates tritely to the page, while my soul yearns to write lyrics for the love song my heart endlessly hums. Listen, then, to the silent lyrics penned in tender eyes and gentle touch,  for it is there that my heart’s song is rendered.

 

 

INFECTIOUS

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Woozy, wheezy
Coughy, queasy
Throat is rough and raw.

Droopy, drowsy
Feeling lousy
Barfy, bloated, blah.

Sniffley, snivelly
Snort uncivilly
Sounding like a sow.

Rubbing noses
I suppose is
Peck to pick for now.

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Casting Stones

O, FOR ASSURANCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN

O for assurance of things not seen

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Senryu for Autumn’s Hills, 2014

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I.

The drone of demands

Briefly switched with hushed stillness

As leaves fall like snow

II.

Horns, sirens, red lights

Renounced for crimson-dappled

Pine needle footpaths

III.

Here, silence is found

Not in lack of sound, but in

Raindrops on crisp leaves.

IV.

Crickets and songbirds

Harmonize with the tall pines,

Singing as they sway.

V.

Cabin-bound evening

As fierce autumn storms descend,

But can’t dampen joy.

VI.

Unseasonal warmth

Gives way to plummeting temps.

Two hearts find kindling.

VII.

Sizzling bacon

Crackling fire in the hearth

Savoring morning

VIII.

In vain, camera’s eye

Tries to mimic that which is

Creator-endowed

IX.

Sun warms exposed skin

As chilled air caresses same.

Season of wonder.

X.

Grateful for God’s gifts

As autumn’s palette fades, and

Our road now leads home