MY LORD AND MY GOD
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When I breathe my last
I will see You face to face,
and life will begin.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
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July 31, 2019
July 25, 2019
WHERE LIES MY INTEREST?
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When I was a child,
I loved to pretend.
The “what” mattered little,
As it was all in the imagining.
As a young adult,
I loved to garden,
Bicycle, and hike.
The “where” mattered little,
As it was all in the doing.
As a now-older adult,
My passions are to
Pray, write, and ponder.
The “why” matters much,
As it is all in the love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
July 17, 2019
I DON’T MEAN TO BE MEAN, BUT …
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The times I feel breath near my face
Makes me nervous of who’s in my space.
Are you foe? Are you friend?
I don’t want to offend,
But deceased, just desist! Don’t touch base!
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
July 1, 2019
GIGGLE GOADERS
Laughter with cousins, next generation! Keep it coming, fam!
Frazier, Moonstruck, Princess Bride,
Cousins on my father’s side,
Husband’s laugh that fills the house,
(“What’s that roar?!” “That’s just my spouse.”),
White folks dancing (should be crimes!),
Silverstein’s and Nesbitt’s rhymes,
English Bulldogs, a good pun,
Babies’ giggles … guess I’m done.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
June 13, 2019
PRAYER OF MY PRAYERS
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May my prayers be ever sung
honestly, easily
off of my tongue
vividly earnest, and fertile with praise
ceaselessly proffered
for all of my days.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
February 18, 2019
ALL IN THE SAME BOAT (Or, “Idyllic,” a Sonnet for Political Sanity)
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When I consider all, from left to right,
I find myself smack dab in center’s eye.
But I am now okay with that, despite
The pressures of a partisan outcry.
Those right of me say I should think as they,
And fault me for the way I lean more left.
While to my left are those who stand dismayed
That I am not (in their minds) more “progressed.”
Yet are we not one vessel, stern to bow?
We need to row as one, or we will sink!
And so let’s work together to learn how
Our center, left, and right can interlink.
Let’s turn off the contemptuous hate speech,
And focus on the positives of each.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
February 13, 2019
UNSPOKEN
PHOTO BY KEITH R. GOOD
She fights to connect.
Even her thoughts are wordless,
she says. And I nod
as if I can grasp
telepathically , and
put music to it –
noting nuances
in tune with fluent fretting –
non-verbal vetting
of elusive words
she only needs for we who
don’t speak her spirit.
© Marie Elena Good
January 20, 2019
MAJORLY SIMPLE
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I discovered the simple life I lead
does not lend itself to major discoveries.
Or so I thought.
Then I discovered something major
in leading a simple life:
Contentment.
Not as in settling. As in
being settled.
No big dreams, met or unmet.
Then I discovered contentment
does not breed motivation.
Or so I thought.
But lo and behold,
contentment inspires thankfulness.
Then thankfulness – praise,
and praise – a relationship with my God,
and relationship with my God – contentment,
and contentment – thankfulness …
And I am content
with this
simple,
major,
inspiring discovery.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
November 23, 2018
Dream the Love, and Love the Dream (A Wrapped Refrain)
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When poets sigh, they sigh for love –
In awe of fragrant fruit thereof.
To spill the heart from breast to page
Release it from its living cage –
Free fragrant ache to fill the soul, and reach the sky,
And my-oh-my, breathe in love’s scent, when poets sigh.
And how I dream our words would fill
Our world with peace. With love. Goodwill.
And I believe that words can heal
And so I’ll write, and speak. Appeal
To peacemakers whose soothing words are as a stream
In moonlit gleam. It’s how I pray, and how I dream.
When poets write, they seek within
To find the space where dreams begin
Where love writes sighs, and peace prevails
Where words can heal, and goodwill sails
To span the breadth of all that’s true, and there alight.
We’ll dream the love, and love the dream, when poets write.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
October 25, 2018
Hocking Hills Autumn 2018, 5-7-5 Water
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I prefer water
Falling, or babbling in brooks,
To crashing on shore.
© Marie Elena Good
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