pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

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WELCOME

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Toast in the toaster
Ham in the roaster
Hot tea or coffee
Cinnamon toffee
Soup in the stockpot
Ribs in the crockpot
Cheesy potatoes
Fresh-canned tomatoes
Bread in the oven …

Smellin’ the lovin’?

Foods meant for eating,
Scents for love’s greeting.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

HER VOTE

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HER VOTE

She used to share me.
But no more.  Now, silently,
She clutches me close.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2018

Untitled

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One wretched event
is not one wretched event
once it deeply roots.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

DIAG-NOSES

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He was handsome.
Warmhearted.
Excellent mind,
when it mattered.
Nobody more well-
mannered.

Clearly he had the world
at his fingertips.

Then came the diagnoses:
and they were many,
and they were hard to stomach.

This unmasking of
high impact issues
caused setbacks.
He felt he was
plunging into limbo.
No more spearheading projects.
No more chairing committees.
No more researching solutions
at breakneck speed.

But then good news was delivered!
He’d been misdiagnosed all along!

The moral of the story?
Though I try bloody hard to be humerus 

It’s all in vein.

And you know what else?
For as long as you have breath,
you’ll never not see noses
in diagnoses.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

SCATTER BRAINED

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It’s not so much in the forgetting,
nor even in the retrieving.
See, it’s in the connecting.
Though my brain is smallish,
that which is stored

here,

is far too often not perceiving
that which is stored

there.

The nerve!
Apparently my data is shy –
certified tongue-tied.
Unwilling to bond with
or respond to
the other facts and files
in my brain’s adjacent aisles.
They may as well be miles apart.

Oh the trials that stem
from data that scatters.
It matters.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

ANTI-AE FRESLIGHE (pronounced ay fresh lee)

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I do not like Ae freslighe, Ma’am.
I do not like her sans iamb.
She messes with my rhythmic ear.
I wish that she would disappear.
I do not like Ae freslighe, Ma’am.
I’d rather eat green eggs and spam.

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good

“The Ae freslighe (ay fresh lee) is a fascinating, but fairly challenging Celtic poetic form.”  ~ R.J. Clarken

Per Terry Clitheroe of The Poets Garret (http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/celtic1.html):

Ae freslighe: (ay fresh lee):

Each stanza is a quatrain of seven syllables. Lines one and three rhyme with a triple (three syllable) rhyme and two and four use a double (two syllable) rhyme.  The poem should end with the first syllable, word, or the complete line that it began with.

x x x x (x x a)
x x x x x (x b)
x x x x (x x a)
x x x x x (x b)

 

Pathya Vat Prayer Verse

Pathya Vat Prayer verse

Sadly finding
Old fashioned prayer
Wretchedly rare;
Socially railed

 

© Marie Elena Good