pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Tag: Keith

TRAPPED WITH A JOKER (sing along!)

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Stuck inside these four walls.
Feels it’s been forever.
Never seeing no one
sane again. It’s true.
It’s just you. Crazy you.

Will we ever get out of here?
Now it’s looking like months away.
I won’t make it out sound, I fear.
All I need is a break today
From your dad jokes and puns, my dear.
Hush and hand me those Tums, my dear.

Well, my mind exploded with a mighty crash
As he told another pun.
And it’s clear that he’s entertaining himself,
And I hope he’s having fun.

Man with a pun. Man with a pun.
And I’m stuck inside, nowhere to hide.
Oh, save me please, someone
From this man with a pun.
Man with a pun.
Man with a pun.
I am so done.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

Just kidding, guys! Actually LOVING being stuck with my funny/punny hubby!

Took this from Band on The Run, and ran with it.

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Lucky, lucky me.
Log cabin nestled in pines.
My name on his lips.

© Marie Elena Good

#hockinghills
#frontierlogcabins
#october2018

RETURN TO THE HILLS (Sonnet for My Keith, and Our Little Blue Cabin in Ohio’s Hocking Hills)

 

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How many years have you and I come here
To seek a respite from demands of time?
We listen long as birdsongs echo clear,
From porch swing’s nest, to hills we dare to climb.

We had to leave behind our getaway,
As pressures of life’s urgencies took charge.
This season rendered cabin dreams “someday,”
But pressing needs no longer loom so large.

We’re homebodies (both you and I), and this,
Our quiet cabin nestled in the pines,
Feels so like coming home, it’s simply bliss –
This space where life and harmony align.

I’ve seen these hills with no one else but you.
There’s none with whom I’d rather share this view.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

PRETEND I PENNED THIS

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PHOTO COURTESY OF LOVABLE IMAGES (lovableimages.blogspot.com)

My lover asks me:
“What is the difference between me and the sky?”
The difference, my love,
is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky
.”*

I sigh.
Forever I’ll yearn to compose,
In verse or prose, for you  my love, and affirmation thereof.
‘til then, let’s kiss
And pretend I penned this.

© Marie Elena Good

* “My Lover Asks Me”  By Nizar Qabbani

SILLY LITTLE LOVE POEM (for my Keith)

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Did you notice
That I noticed
You were noticing me too?

Did your eye
Catch my eye
When I eyed those eyes of blue?

Were you touched
When we touched
Accidentally (if that’s true)?

Did you see
That I sighed
As I saw your soul shine through?

Did you sense
The immense
Magnetism, me to you?

Do you know
You’re loved so,
And I’m glad I said “I do.”

EXPRESSION

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I write of love for my family, friends, and home. Yet, ink halts the flow of emotion to page when I attempt to write of my love for you. The deep sentiment I feel translates tritely to the page, while my soul yearns to write lyrics for the love song my heart endlessly hums. Listen, then, to the silent lyrics penned in tender eyes and gentle touch,  for it is there that my heart’s song is rendered.

 

 

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