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Tag: Poetic Asides April PAD

WITH HIGH LEVEL OF ACCURACY, I PREDICT:

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WITH HIGH LEVEL OF ACCURACY, I PREDICT:


As soon as hands are wash-me wet,
my phone will start to ring.

When I am snoozing, you can bet
my phone will start to ring.

The moment we sit down to eat,
my phone will start to ring.

Before my urgent task’s complete,
my phone will start to ring.

The final seconds of the game,
my phone will start to ring.

Car warranty’s good, but all the same,
my phone will start to ring.

About to step in to the bath,
my phone will start to ring.

When I have moved from rile to wrath,
my phone will start to ring.

When I’m with someone, it is known
my phone will start to ring.

The second I put down my phone?
My phone will start to ring.

While pulling up my drive at home,
my phone will start to ring.

When nearly finished with my poem,
my … Sorry.  I need to get this …

© Marie Elena Good, 2021

In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April Poem-a-Day Challenge at Poetic Asides (Day 2: Write a What does the future hold poem).

NO STRANGER, THIS

Image by Jan Steiner from Pixabay

He asked for water.
We’d never seen each other,
and we were alone:

He (a Jewish man)
and Samaritan-woman-
me, knowing my place.

Finding it a bit
amusing, I asked Him why
He asked this of me. 

He spoke in riddle,
“If you knew who was asking,
you’d have asked of Him,

and He’d have given
the gift of living water.”
Then He spoke again

and everything
there is to know about me,
He already knew.

I wasn’t disturbed.
There was nothing unsettling
in His countenance.

There was not a doubt
the gift He offered me was
His for the giving.

I drew His water.
But He? He quenched a thirst I
never knew I had.

© Marie Elena Good, 2021

In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April Poem-a-Day Challenge at Poetic Asides (Day 1: Write an introduction poem).

*I AM MARIE ELENA GOOD

Selfie. haircut january 29. 2014

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.