pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Tag: Silliness

THE BLOB

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

VP DEBATE, 2020

Photo by Skyler Ewing on Pexels.com

This debate was more civil than first.
But responses seemed vague and rehearsed.
Though some orderliness was restored,
Many questions were simply ignored.

Undecideds, I’d just like to ask:
Did you learn who is up to the task?
Or perhaps you just think it’s a crime
that the fly did not get equal time. 😉

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

(COUGH, COUGH)

Photo by Kam Pratt on Pexels.com

My first job, at The Niles Bank,
I worked between two men who smoked.
The office held a haze that stank.
I wanted to speak up, but choked.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

As Awkward as Two on an Elevator

He says hi there;
she says hello.
“Which floor?” he asks.
She doesn’t know.
His finger waits,
then starts to tap.
Her face turns red.
She thinks, “Oh crap.
Why can’t I think?
Just pick a floor!”
Her brain congeals.
He taps some more.
“Just. Pick. A. Floor.”
That thought now slips
from clotted brain
through tense, pursed lips.
With sideways glance
and impish smirk,
he presses 12.
(Joker?  Or Jerk?)
Long, silent ride
can’t end too soon.
It seems to take
all afternoon.
She ruminates
entire ride,
should parting words
be kind?  Or snide?
She isn’t sure
how this should end –

Just like my awkward
poem, my friend.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

NATURE OF THE BEAST

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Photo of  “The Bean,” by Poppa

When your leader suggests disinfectant,
ingestible or an injectant,
should you chuckle or cry
or heave a big sigh
and wonder what you were expectin’?

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

Okay so part of me feels guilty about this one, but we gotta laugh, right?!

UNTITLED LIMERICK

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WHOA! THE PROMPT FOR TODAY IS “EROTIC”????!!!
HAS OUR PROMPTER BECOME IDIOTIC???!!!
I’M UPSET AND UPTIGHT!!!!!!!
WHAT’S BECOME OF THIS SITE???!!!
WHY, I’LL GIVE HIM A PIECE … Oh. “Exotic.”

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

MIDDLE

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Photo credit:  Deanna Marie Metts

Supposed to write a “middle” poem,
but got too much to do.
You caught me in the middle of
a critical breakthrough!

I’m finally centered, finally calm,
and finally bridged a gap,
and now I’m in the middle of
a well-earned little nap.

So, see, I cannot possibly
be writing as I sleep.
But maybe there’s an old poem
in the middle of my heap.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

I DON’T MEAN TO BE MEAN, BUT …

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HA!!!  Photo by Keith R. Good

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

SATURDAY NIGHTS

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Found photo at blog of James Wallace Harris 

When I was just a little girl,
I’d whimper in my room.
I’d plug my ears, hold back the tears,
And fight the dread of doom.

With covers pulled up to my eyes,
I’d suffocate my scream.
What once-a-week would make me freak?
The Perry Mason theme!

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

I WAS SUCH A WIMP!  Still am. 😉

CUBS IN MY TUB

Bear in There by Shel Silverstein

“BEAR IN THERE” POEM AND ILLUSTRATION BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN

For Poetic Blooming’s prompt to write a poem reflecting the poet I wish I was. 

I adore everything Silverstein! He inspires me to write for children, but oh to write like he does! My poem entitled “Cubs in My Tub” was inspired by Mr. Silverstein’s “Bear in There.”


 

CUBS IN MY TUB  (by Marie Elena Good)

There are cubs in my tub
So I gave them my scrubby
To sponge off the grunge
That was left by my hubby.

But now, misbehaving,
They’re splashing, and shaving
(With hubby’s new blade!)
And now clearly a maid and a plumber
Would be laborsaving.

I opened the fridge to find Poppa bear there,
And I asked him to come get his cubs.
I was nervous (a smidge),
But then out from the fridge came
-Their poppa
-Their momma
-My hubs!

© Marie Elena Good, 2019