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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
April 25, 2015
LANGUAGE AFAR
She used to speak with longing
Of faraway lands,
Of engaging the charmingly unique folks,
Of getting a first-hand sense of their lives abroad.
“But I don’t speak the language”
Always kept her stateside.
She used to speak effortlessly
Of shores she knew only through books.
Slowly, nearly imperceptibly at first,
She noticed words were not
Readily available.
“What’s the word I’m looking for? Oh, yes …”
She began speaking less,
As words needed time to percolate to the surface,
And that took time folks didn’t seem to have.
She eventually quit speaking.
She didn’t know the language.
April 24, 2015
My Right Side – The One I Use Almost Exclusively
Riiiiight …
I am so thankful
For my right side. Without it,
What would I have left?
April 24, 2015
MARKERS
There came a change
When you and I
Dared become amourus
Desirous
Us.
There came a change –
The momentous occasion
When we became
Wed
And, wed, became
One.
There came a change
When one became
A headstone,
And one became
Alone.
April 22, 2015
CHURCH SALAD LUNCHEON
Everything was just peachy,
Until jokes began raisin eyebrows.
“Mangoes into a bar …”
Figures … it was the rutabaga.
Elderberries grabbed olive the baby peas,
Endive never seen them move so fast –
It was plum bananas!
Luckily, no one was squashed.
Currantly, things seem to be back under control.
Lettuce hope it stays this way.
Shallot turn ugly again, we’ll just beet it.
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s April Poem-a-Day Challenge, 2015, Prompt 22 – Nature
April 21, 2015
*I AM MARIE ELENA GOOD
I am girl, but not female,
And I am male.
Named, but not identified –
Ordained, yet never appointed.
I am genial and moral,
Yet not kind,
Nor principled.
I am religion without faith, creed, or conviction.
I am angel,
I am demon.
I am armed and eager,
Though not prepared,
Nor enthusiastic.
I mingle, but never socialize –
Merge,
But don’t mix.
I long without ache,
And have no desires.
I glean and garner,
But can’t gather.
I am never student,
But
I am learner.
An ode with no rhyme,
I am a dirge.
But I am no sad song.
I am not myself –
I
Am
Me.
*This piece was written based on the letters of my name.
March 3, 2015
IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY (Tribute to Shel Silverstein)
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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