pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

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SOUNDS LIKE ESL IS HARD!

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Let’s take a trip down language lane.
Prepare yourself to tax your brain.

So: bike, and fyke, and seiche, and psych
aren’t spelled the same, but sound alike.

We’ve feign and vein and Maine, main, mane,
champagne, campaign … it’s all insane.

There’s there and they’re, and also their
and stare and stair, and ne’re, and prayer.

Too, to, and two, and you and ewe
and through and threw, and loo and lieu.

Let’s see … there’s sea, grand prix, esprit,
and Leigh, and Bea and bee and be.

And though there’s Leigh, there’s also weigh
(which sounds like way, whey, pray, and prey).

Clime, climb, time, thyme and Anaheim
I’m here to say all rhyme with rhyme.

Cent sounds like scent, assent, ascent,
descent, dissent, rent, rente, and meant.

Now cell and sell and bell and belle
all rhyme as well, as you can tell,

Like here and hear and deer and dear
and peer and pier and tier and tear,

Except when tear sounds just like pear
and wear like ware and ware like where.

We have these rules we break (not brake).
Like why rhyme stake, steak, and opaque??

It makes my head and stomach ache.

And I’d accept all this, except
it makes me feel vocab inept.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

UNCLE

UNCLE

I think I’ll cry uncle this time.
I’m not in the mood to make rhyme.
My feet are disjointed,
Iamb disappointed.
My meter’s demanding a dime.

My quatrain’s off track
What would it entail
To get it pulled back
So it won’t derail?

I’m a poor poet
can’t afford the syntax –
All my verse is free

I’m just in the mood
To sit here and brood.

An unassuming voice eerily orbits the tranquil moon: “Uncle.”

© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

A limerick, followed by a quatrain, followed by the 5/7/5 of haiku, followed by a rhyming couplet, and ending with a monoku. Phew!

THE VIEW FROM HER EYES

My stunningly beautiful daughter. Photo by Steve Gertz

She sees through eyes that close,
that nobody knows how to fix.
And politics says there aren’t
enough of her to fund a cure. 

At one time, she was functionally blind;
mostly confined to her bed and
stuck inside her unwell head.

And though she tries,
it’s hard to be strong
when you long for the life
you once viewed as fate,
but now fear is too late.
 
She has multiple diagnoses.
Some fell away. Some chose to stay.
They, the predator.  She, the prey.

© Marie Elena Good, 2024

#mentalillness
#schizoaffective
#multiplepersonalitydisorder
#lymedisease
#anaplasmosis
#blepharospasm
#meigesyndrome

Nursery Rhymes with Built-in Crimes

1.

There once was a hideous thug
With an ugly and ominous mug
He’d threateningly prey
On sweet girls’ curds and whey
Then just sit there obnoxiously smug.

2.

Who’d rock their poor baby to sleep
From height that’s forebodingly steep
While singing a song
That’s in every way wrong
And just causes the baby to weep.

3.

There once was a farmer’s wife
Who wielded a carving knife
In nursery rhyme tales?
Oh, please spare the de-tails
Of blind mice who must run for their life!

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2013

Share the light.

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“A candle loses nothing by lighting another.”  ~ James Keller

Is there anyone who hasn’t heard
Or anyone who’s not been stirred
By this glowing, truthful quote
That light remains, as flame’s transferred.

Might sharing light extinguish shame?
Bring honor to another’s name?
In my mind, it is good to note
That light is light.  It’s all the same.

I cannot lose myself, it’s true,
By giving of myself to you.
The sharing is the antidote.
Let’s give, and watch the light accrue.

When sharing kindness, goodness, light,
We witness charity ignite.
This sentiment that Keller wrote
Shines hope into a troubled night.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

CANDLE SCANDAL

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Candle Scandal

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
Get my drift? Though it’s really
none of my beeswax.

They have a short fuse.
They think they’re enlightened. Sure.
We know they’re wicked.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

When my husband said candles are wicked, I knew I had to run with it.  😉

Untitled

Sometimes the beauty
Lies as much in the shadows
As in what casts them.

#seventeenineighteen

FOR YOU

Photo by Keith R. Good

Your life can’t be good.
Don’t listen to those who say
God can make a way.

Time is running out.
It isn’t possible your
Changes can be made.

You have to settle.
Don’t believe for a second
Your life means something.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

This is a Reverse Poem.  Please read the poem again from the bottom, up. I wrote this 3-stanza poem in my favorite 5/7/5-syllable style. 

DETACHED and EMERGING (2 in Sijo)

Painting by Deanna Marie Metts

DETACHED (sijo)

Member of Mensa Foundation. Former business owner,
Now mindful only that this actual moment in time
Is dreadfully not as real as yesterday’s tomorrows.

© Marie Elena Good 2014

EMERGING (sijo)

Weeding worry stubbornly seized in depths of clay soil perdition.
Bleeding time. Believing her beseeching isn’t reaching the Ear.
Then, breakthroughs and dream-come-trues. Not of fantasy, but of being.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

I wrote Detached in 2014 about my mentally ill daughter. Emerging, written now exactly ten years later. Though she still struggles, the difference is immense. There is so much for which to be thankful!

Yeah, It’s All Rite

I. 

Being proud of my
gratuitous training bra.
Forced rite of passage.

II.

Hollow dissonance.
First solo and ensemble.
Black notes and white face.

III.

Shaving of The Legs
without my dad’s awareness.
Razor-thin escape.


IV.

“Does anybody
really know what time it is?”
My first sleepover.

V.

Kissed by the back door.
Glaringly obvious it’s
my first, but not his.


© Marie Elena Good, 2024