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Tag: Silly

One Man’s Play is his Neighbor’s Labor (a poem of silly American English spellings)

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One Man’s Play is His Neighbor’s Labor
(a poem of silly American English spellings)

He would have / should have chopped some wood
and would have, if he only could.
A livelihood of chopping wood would
likely be misunderstood
by those who live in his neighborhood
whose labor for their livelihood
feels more like floating on driftwood.
He noted that their income’s good,
not having fought for what they’ve got
(a yacht named “We Just Tied the Knot”)
which left him fraught with just one thought
atop his head like a 60-watt:
That someone surely chopped the wood
that made his neighbor’s fancy yacht,
which now he knew was headed straight
for the passage known as Taiwan Strait.
And as they cruised, his thoughts defused,
and then he snoozed, quite unamused.
And then he bought a nice hot brat,
and gave it not another thought.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

ood and ould make the same vowel sound: would, wood, could, should, good, livelihood, driftwood, neighborhood, understood

a, ai, ay, ait, aight, ey, and eigh make the same vowel sound:  play, straight, Strait, labor, they, neighbor

o, a, augh, ough, ach, ot, and att make the same vowel sound: chopped, on, got, not, knot, hot, yacht, fraught, bought, thought, atop, watt, brat

live and live make a different vowel sound in these words:  live, and livelihood

ote and oat make the same vowel sound:  note, float

not and knot sound the same

u, ui, ew, and oo make the same vowel sound:  knew, cruise, defuse, snooze, amuse

defuse, snooze, cruise, and amuse also all make the z sound

The e at the end of like gives the i its long sound, but not the i in live, unless it is the verb live (I need food to live) and not the adjective live (We are going live in 10 minutes)

The ai in Strait makes the long a sound, but the ai in Taiwan makes the long i sound. (In all fairness, Taiwan is not an American English word. wink wink.)

PHEW!






Say What poem

Bring Something to Share

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Bring Something to Share (Sing along!)
Disclaimer:  Just for fun. Not my family.😉 )

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
All our hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Two party lines
Most with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Many hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Some with hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And still hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
Fewer hearts filled with thanks to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And some hearts wondering, why are we here?

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And more hearts wondering, why are we here?

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Eleven players playing
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines
And the kids’ hearts all glad to be here.

On this day of Thanksgiving, our fam’ly brought with us:
Twelve-midnight snacking
Eleven players playing
Ten football rivals
Nine knock-down-drag-outs
Eight tipsy members
Seven women cleaning
Six guys on sofas

Five
Biased
Spats

Four kinds of carbs
Three basted birds
Two party lines

By next year, we’ll be glad to be here.

© Marie Elena Good, 2024

UNCLE

UNCLE

I think I’ll cry uncle this time.
I’m not in the mood to make rhyme.
My feet are disjointed,
Iamb disappointed.
My meter’s demanding a dime.

My quatrain’s off track
What would it entail
To get it pulled back
So it won’t derail?

I’m a poor poet
can’t afford the syntax –
All my verse is free

I’m just in the mood
To sit here and brood.

An unassuming voice eerily orbits the tranquil moon: “Uncle.”

© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

A limerick, followed by a quatrain, followed by the 5/7/5 of haiku, followed by a rhyming couplet, and ending with a monoku. Phew!

MIDWEST

Photo by Keith R. Good


You may not have guessed, but I can attest that the Midwest is blessed. And might I suggest your quest be to test if I jest in what I’ve expressed, lest your life be suppressed and you end up depressed for your lack of Midwest nest. I’m from the Midwest, and sincerely request that you come be my guest. 

And yes, I’m obsessed.  

© Marie Elena Good, 2024

Not to Mention the Smell of Wet Wool

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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

A Misguided Poem

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WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 3.  Write a misguided poem

A Misguided Poem

When this poem saw
its writer, it counted on
seventeen syllab

-les

© Marie Elena Good 2022

Holiday Leftovers Dinner?

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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

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

I’m All Wet (Limerick)

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I love gentle rain (yep, you bet),
but I do not like floods, tears, or sweat.
Love lakes, streams, and seas,
and love raindrops that freeze.
But I most love my liquid assets.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020