POSSIBILITIES

Creation is fluent
in the art of possibilities.
© Marie Elena Good, 2009

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

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In case you ever wondered:
She lives, breathes,
And has had her share of heartache,
But
Enjoys life to the fullest.
She is married (happily)
Christian (joyously)
Nonna (blissfully)
Aging (gracefully?)
Content (mercifully)
And yes,
you were her first
kiss.
P.S. She no longer wears braces.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine.
Remember this, and we’ll be fine.
E-con-oh-me? Not for the wee!
E-con- NO! MY! economy.
© Marie Elena Good 2009

Photo credit: “Bill” of lovethispic.com
Silent lips call not the privileged,
But the pillaged –
Lifted lamp in hand, pursuing
Pomp’s undoing.
Mother of Exiles’ mild eyes
Don’t canonize ennoblement,
Nor demonize the waifs’ lament.
Her lamp is lit,
Her mission, writ –
“Send these,” her timeless, ceaseless plea.
Dear homeless, come. Be loved. Breathe free.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016

Photo credit: Deanna Marie Metts
One heart was freed
One soul was saved
One life unchained
One sentence waived
One died for me
One took my place
One sacrifice
One act of grace
One Holy God
One Trinity
One Perfect Lamb
One thankful me
© copyright 2009, Marie Elena Good

In the time it took to write this dizain,
I should have lost weight. So why didn’t I?
Well truly, Sugar, I just can’t explain.
You’d think it would be as easy as pie.
I’m just in a jam. Can’t figure out why.
Computer cookies! Could there be a link?
My appetite for the sweet flow of ink?
Digesting rhymes in the grocery aisle?
The weight of my words? It all makes me think.
I wonder. Let me chew on that awhile.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016

A life that’s wanted is a life that’s life.
Unwanted life? Disposable tissue.
So at what point does life become a life?
Unplanned or planned – too often the issue.
The silent scream of babies ripped apart
Is deafening to me – I can’t be still
And not express what grieves my beating heart
While theirs are halted at another’s will.
What right have we to turn a woman’s womb
Into an unplanned baby’s living tomb?
© Marie Elena Good, 2016

Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
All I wanted was to give you a gift –
A pretty something you could wear
On your wrist,
Or around your neck.
Something having nothing to do
With construction paper,
scissors,
or crayons.
Something purchased with paper money
From a department store.
Something wrapped in ribbon.
Now all I want is to give you a gift –
Something having nothing to do
With purchases
With paper money.
I want to give you
Sunny smiles,
Smooth sailing,
Sweet solace.