pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Tag: Just for fun

PUMP THE BREAKS after Bob Odenkirk

PUMP THE BREAKS

The whole week is jammed
with to-dos and to-don’ts,
so now is the time
for I can’ts and I won’ts.

I can’t do that thing
I’ve been wanting to do,
when clearly too much
is crammed into my queue.

I won’t take a nap,
‘cause I can’t squeeze it in.
My schedule’s so full,
don’t know where to begin.

To just lollygag
is unthinkable now.
Where once I could loaf,
now my time won’t allow.

No time for some rest,
and I’ve no time to rhyme.
A stroll with a friend?
I’m so sorry – no time.

I think what I need
are some scheduled blank days;
some nothing-to-dos;
some okay-to-delays.

Then maybe my head
and my heart will be free
to do all I need do,
and still spend time with me.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

“The whole week is jammed with to-dos and to-don’ts” from “Lollygagging,” by Bob Odenkirk

Say What poem

Return of the Proverbial … Well, You Know …

Return of the Proverbial … Well, You Know …

It’s just a strainer/drain stopper for my kitchen sink. My Amazon cart fills with various designs, while my kitchen drain plugs up again and again and again.  Don’t even ask me how much money I’ve wasted in total, as I don’t even bother to return them. 

My drain plugs, cart fills,
and garage houses many
just in case models. 

Meanwhile…

More than five decades
ago, man went to the moon
and safely returned.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

The photo is my newest drain stopper, with a strainer beneath it. I think this one might actually work! Ha!

Bring Something to Share

Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

Bring Something to Share (Sing along!)
Disclaimer:  Just for fun. Not my family.😉 )

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
All our hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Two party lines
Most with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And still hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Fewer hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And some hearts wondering, why are we here?

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And more hearts wondering, why are we here?

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Eleven players playing
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And the kids’ hearts all glad to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Twelve-midnight snacking
Eleven players playing
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines

By next year, we’ll be glad to be here.

© 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!

Not to Mention the Smell of Wet Wool

Photo by Rachel Claire on Pexels.com
Not to Mention the Smell of Wet Wool

Thought by now I’d be asleep,
but I’m not, because these sheep
will not let me close my eyes,
will not sing me lullabies,
gripe and whine and bleat and cry,
in from rain, they then drip-dry
on my pillow and bedspread,
on my PJs and my head,
arguing amongst themselves,
busting up my bedroom shelves,
dancing with their noisy hooves,
(must admit they’ve got the moves)…
I could just go on and on.
Woe to me, here comes the dawn.
Counting sheep must be unwise.
Next time, I’ll just close my eyes.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023

The Untimely Demise of the Fall Décor

WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 9.  Write a “blank of the blank” poem

This chub-a-wub, bushy-tailed cutie
who’s embraced his true calling of foodie,
has put the kibosh
on my nice autumn squash,
and reduced my front porch to a nudie.

© Marie Elena Good, 2022

A Misguided Poem

Photo by Los Muertos Crew on Pexels.com

WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 3.  Write a misguided poem

A Misguided Poem

When this poem saw
its writer, it counted on
seventeen syllab

-les

© Marie Elena Good 2022

Remotely Interested in Travel

Travel host Rick Steves in Switzerland’s Jungfrau Region
With suitcase in hand as she leaves,
the thought of it drives her to heaves.
Oh what joy it might bring
but it isn’t her thing,
so she now leaves it up to Rick Steves.

© Marie Elena Good, 2021


(Would love to know who to credit for this image.)

MILK DELIVERY

Uncle Ray delivering milk for Warren Sanitary Dairy 1954

Back in the days of house-to-house milk delivery, Uncle Ray had the greatest technology:  a horse-driven, refrigerated milk cart. The horse knew what she was doing.  She would take Uncle Ray to the first home on the route.  He would grab enough ice-cold milk from the cart for the next several homes.  She would walk the cart to the spot where he would need to grab more milk, and wait there for him. Then along came even newer and greater technology:  refrigerated delivery trucks.  Unfortunately, Uncle Ray was not permitted to turn down the newer technology.  Not only did it make his job harder, but he lost a dear friend and coworker. 

Often new knowhow’s
know how is negligible
or nearly inept.

© Marie Elena Good, 2021