When the weather’s nice and sunny
but your nose is kind of runny
and you’re feeling rather funny
that’s a bummer.
Then your honey calls a plumber
for your runny nose in summer
but you’re simply in no mood
and so you sit there and you brood
and then you get into a tiff.
*sniff*
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
You are who I toast.
Not to butter you up, but
just to spread the joy. 😉
#seventeenineighteen
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
“Honey, you’re sweet as a peach!”
Funny, you ‘cling’ like a leech.”
Two peas in a pod, they’re each
Using a figure of speech.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
He was handsome.
Warmhearted.
Excellent mind,
when it mattered.
Nobody more well-
mannered.
Clearly he had the world
at his fingertips.
Then came the diagnoses:
and they were many,
and they were hard to stomach.
This unmasking of
high impact issues
caused setbacks.
He felt he was
plunging into limbo.
No more spearheading projects.
No more chairing committees.
No more researching solutions
at breakneck speed.
But then good news was delivered!
He’d been misdiagnosed all along!
The moral of the story?
Though I try bloody hard to be humerus
It’s all in vein.
And you know what else?
For as long as you have breath,
you’ll never not see noses
in diagnoses.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
I thought I thaw a thnowball
Up on a thnowy wall.
How fun to throw,
but I’m too thlow,
and what I thaw had thawed.
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Dashing through the thoughts
Of an A.D.D.-fraught head.
Presents to be bought;
Writing this instead.
Pretty snow outside
Calling me to play
“Ought to/want to” soon collide
Now, which will win today?
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Dashing through the mall
In a state of frenzied fear.
Busy! Aren’t we all?
It’s that time of year!
Who did I forget?
Did I check my list out twice?
Then I break into a sweat
For paying retail price!
Oh!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
Hey!
Cards to write! Sweets to bake!
Stockings to be hung!
Presents to be bought and wrapped, and carols to be sung!
As I sit and write
And I work to make this rhyme,
Joy creeps in despite
I’m running out of time
To do the things I must
Like write my Christmas cards.
Instead I sit and look nonplussed –
Give judgment my regards.
Oh!
Things to do! Things to do!
Running out of time!
Cannot pull myself away from working on this rhyme.
Hey!
Things to do! Things to do!
But I’m not uptight.
Oh what fun it was to write a Christmas poem tonight!
Hey!
Did you notice
That I noticed
You were noticing me too?
Did your eye
Catch my eye
When I eyed those eyes of blue?
Were you touched
When we touched
Accidentally (if that’s true)?
Did you see
That I sighed
As I saw your soul shine through?
Did you sense
The immense
Magnetism, me to you?
Do you know
You’re loved so,
And I’m glad I said “I do.”
