Closet Disco Queen
I was a band nerd.
Not a rah rah. Not a geek.
And not a surfer.
That wasn’t my bag.
But I liked walkin’ the beach
and catchin’ some rays.
I wasn’t a drag,
but not all show and no go.
Like, can you dig it?
I was no brick house.
If I stuck out my tongue, I
looked like a zipper.
Not a dancin’ queen.
Didn’t have the moves, ya know?
(Just keepin’ it real.)
© Marie Elena Good 2024
1.
I yam mad, you crepe!
You stocked me and stole a quiche.
I artichoke you.
2.
News.
Olive it bad.
Endive got to know,
Who leeked it?
I’ll just wine and stew.
3.
Soda ya think it’s thyme
To pear up and rhyme?
Say where,
I’ll meat you there!
#seventeenineighteen times three!
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
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
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.)
“No more pennies,” we
were informed, and we could make
no cents of this change.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
(Hardly a poem, but it was fun to write!)
Her argument couldn’t be finer:
“Don’t want you to think I’m a whiner.
I’m not just a shirker
I AM a hard worker!”
She said, from her threadbare recliner.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 4 – Writer’s Digest (Day 4: Write an ACTIVE poem).
I put my feet up
and sip down hot tea,
then fall fast asleep.
(That doggone T.V!)
I climb up the stairs
and head down the hall,
then into my bed
I sluggishly crawl.
Too soon I wake up,
‘cause I have to pee.
*sigh* Back down the hall …
(That doggone hot tea!)
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
The once-mighty turkey is … slight.
There’s not a potato in sight.
The gravy’s spread thinner –
More snack-like than dinner.
The fridge was attacked late last night.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
The Blob was unearthed
in the year of my birth.
It debuted the iconic McQueen.
Still, I’ve not seen a scene
on the cinema’s screen.
(I’ve an awkwardly fragile fright gene.)
But the theme song is neat –
it is hip and upbeat.
For a ‘horror’ble soundtrack, a feat!
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
In case you are interested, here is a link to the theme song. And yes, I feel old! 😀
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=theme+song+from+the+blob&docid=608056112507847468&mid=E4288864AB1DBA1089BBE4288864AB1DBA1089BB&view=detail&FORM=VIRE
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