Photo credit: Desde La Republica Dominicana
Sunny day of summer play with friends
Ends.
Night falls.
Streetlights call me home.
Bathed and pj’d,
Porch swing lulls, but cannot dull
The day’s fun,
Spun of love.
Mom smiles;
Files away another day.
We pray and say goodnight.
Sleep tight.
Sweet dreams.
Even the moon beams.
© Marie Elena Good 2016
Sounds of fun
Blow in through my window.
Mistaking laughter for music,
My curtains dance on the breeze,
While my head has trouble staying on the pillow.
© Marie Elena Good 2016
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A star-struck me in childhood bliss
Off day dreaming, as dreamers do
And in this dream, I steal a kiss …
And would, were I a cricket too.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
Sadly finding
Old fashioned prayer
Wretchedly rare;
Socially railed
© Marie Elena Good
Photo by Keith R. Good
Loss can be peculiar
Sometimes trading nothing
For something
MERCIFUL.
She finds it easy to be merciful, as she experiences daily the mercy of her God.
APPROACHABLE.
Welcoming eyes and ready smile … not peculiar enough to frighten, nor so lovely as to intimidate.
REDEEMED.
Sinner-deemed-sinless, a debt she can’t pay.
INDEBTED.
Humbly and deeply thankful for parents who taught much, and loved regardless; an abundance of encouraging, uplifting, loyal friends and extended family; and mostly her Creator, whose unyielding love, grace, and mercy breathe her very existence.
ENTHUSIASTIC.
Taught by her father that “Nothing great was ever accomplished without enthusiasm.”
This shining city on a hill
Has but a flicker of goodwill.
Our homeland’s in profound unrest;
Precarious as a young stork’s nest.
No longer held in high esteem …
Yet pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
Our brethren’s blood runs through our streets.
Unwelcome history repeats.
We’ve chosen shady and debased
To fill an office that’s disgraced
While haters hate, and schemers scheme.
Still pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
But God grants vision to the blind,
Redeems the lost; restores mankind.
His faithfulness is unsurpassed,
As through it all, His love holds fast.
My hopefulness remains agleam …
While pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
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What changes would no twister bring?
Everything.
The wicked witch? I guarantee
Would still be
Ruby slipper’d, with stockings striped
Black and white.
Her Aunt Em’s home would not take flight
No straw psyche; no tin goodwill
Contentment would elude her still
And everything would still be black and white.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
Bomb or gun
Mass or one
Gay or straight
Hate is hate
Foreign-run
Or homespun
Vain debate
Hate is hate
Deeply flawed
“Under God”
Won’t negate
Hate is hate
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2016
Photo from http://www.gmpcc.org.uk/news/stand-together-against-hate-crime/ .
I do not trust each nominee.
I cannot vote for T nor C.
I will not vote for he nor she.
I cannot, will not! Nope, not me!
This poem I penned is childlike:
Less fighter jet – more toddler trike.
But this election’s not grown up –
We’re drowning in a sippy cup.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
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