INTERVIEW WITH POET ERIN KAY HOPE
Erin Kay Hope
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June 3, 2021
November 17, 2019
SNOW WHITE (acrostic)
She
Nibbled
On
Wicked
Witch’s
Harvest,
Ill-advisedly.
The
End.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
June 10, 2019
MY INTERVIEW WITH DARLENE FRANKLIN
COME MEET WELL-PUBLISHED AUTHOR OF CHRISTIAN LITERATURE, DARLENE FRANKLIN!
Interview may be found HERE.
March 3, 2019
TRI-ANGLES
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
I.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we blind our eyes,
plug our ears,
close our minds,
and open our mouths.
II.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we shun politics
while we de-bate what hooked us
and dragged us to our knees.
III.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we set our jaws, and type
with furious fingers –
too often the same fingers that have
never cast a ballot,
raised themselves to seek answers to questions,
nor folded themselves to silently seek the
One
we religiously shun.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
January 13, 2019
THEN AND NOW
“So you write your novels, if that’s what you do,
Or scholarly texts, or cerebral world view,
While I write my lighthearted, fun-to-write rhyme,
Then do it again for the ten millionth time.” ~ Marie Elena Good, 2009
Now sometimes I write some political stuff –
Some downers and bummers, and, oddly enough,
It isn’t dependent on what’s in the news,
Nor spotting and schmoozing with some obscure muse.
What moved me back then and still moves me today
Is the awe of my God – and to this end I pray:
That whatever I write, be it witty or grim,
It will honor my God, and point others to Him.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
Written in response to the Motivation prompt at Poetic Bloomings: Write a poem about what moves you to write.
October 15, 2018
CONFESSION STAND
Photo credit: The Webstaurant Store
“Buttered hot popcorn!”
Announced through a bullhorn,
“With ice-cold Coke, cocoa, or beer!”
Fritos and Cheetos, and
Nacho Doritos, and
Truly no will power, here.
Corn dog with mustard,
A large frozen custard,
Some M&M s, and Lotsa Fizz.
Smells like concession stand.
Sounds like confession, and
I don’t know — maybe it is. 😉
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 2: AROMA
October 14, 2018
PENCHANTS
Photo credit: Keith R. Good
PENCHANTS
my air,
chilled
my coffee,
hot
my words,
spilled
my muse,
caught.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018 DAY 1 PROMPT: COLD
September 30, 2018
FALL OF MY HEART (sonnet for autumn)
Photo credit: Keith R. Good
Way back, when I was just a little girl
My heart fell hard and fast for autumn’s charms.
As summer ends, the joys of fall unfurl,
With football, marching bands, and pumpkin farms.
Drum cadence seems to beat within my chest
As scarlet, gold, and ginger grace our trees.
The scents of burning leaves, and apples pressed,
Or baked ‘tween flaky crusts, give me weak knees.
When sun shines full in autumn’s deep blue sky,
Or harvest moon looms larger than my home,
It simply leaves me breathless. My-oh-my,
I cannot paint my fondness in a poem.
I have this wish – believe me, it’s sincere –
I wish fall lingered ten more months per year.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
September 2, 2018
TIME IS OF THE ES-SCENTS
Too much time to toil
smells like coffee break.
Too much time to broil
stinks of ruined steak.
Too much time spent mowing
smells of outside, in.
Too much time spent crowing
reeks of haughty din.
Time spent giving speeches
hints of stage-fright sweat.
Time spent strolling beaches?
Stale outlook reset.
Wasted time on druthers
leaves stench day-to-day.
Time spent loving others
breathes in sweet bouquet.
© Marie Elena Good
August 5, 2018
No Place Like Home
Photo credit: Pixabay
The garden gate parts,
releasing sweet aroma
of former florae.
She softly steps in,
breathing the beauty that binds
virtuous voices.
The presence of peace
silences the restlessness
grinding at the gate.
Now bejeweled with joy,
renewing friends and florae,
she picks up her pen.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
Response to Poetic Bloomings Prompt #209
