The Peach

How did the peach

Get into impeachment

Is it the favorite fruit

Of the im and the ment

Why is the peach

Even necessary when

Imment is a perfect word without a fruit

Can it be that

The pear is already in a word

And the apple

Rose up with a mountain

And the grape

Brought fame to a novel

Perhaps the Founding Fathers

Could not refrain

From expressing

A peach of an idea


Ted Goodell

June 18, 2019

A Gift to The Throne

A roll of toilet paper

Begins as a fully formed commodity

It is first seen in its full paper power

Stylistically and securely wound

Yard after yard like a sacred scroll

Layer upon layer surrounding a tube

It is softly ornamental

But its practical objective is indisputable

It contends with no rivals

For it has no rivals

Nor can it be rejected

When summoned to a throne

It has no vanity

Though its popularity is unsurpassed

It carries its silent secrets

Far from probing eyes

As it travels with fluid speed

Below the structures

Holding up the universal throne.


Ted Goodell

June 3, 2019


Cartoons are like

An animated Rorschach test

Their unique configurations

Activate the imagination

Giving us the space

To think with the freedom

Rendered by the cartoon artist

They are a safe escape

As technicolor waves

Rock us softly

In the interior night

Of a movie matinee


Ted Goodell

May 28, 2019

The Runner

There is an old sporting event

Called the “Runs”

The participant engaged in this sport

Suddenly and with no prior training

Becomes an elite athlete

Resembling a Jesse Owens

Or a Doberman Pincher

A classic sprinter who obeys

Nothing but the explosion

Of the starter pistol

Who quickly displays skills

That make an Olympic champion

Look like a jogger

This event can take place

In the participant’s home

But it is optically spectacular

In a Wal-Mart parking lot

Dodging cars and hurdles of shopping carts

Unlike the safety of the Olympics

There is no celebrating gold medal

Only the lonely victory

And the silent satisfaction

Of a paper reward

Praised by the cheering

Flush at the finish line.


Ted Goodell

April 11, 2019

The Gnat

What eternity of time

Travels this tiny insect

To the unknown world of porcelain bowl

Trapped traveler long lost

In Paleozoic memories

Its fluttering message

Speaks as if we understood

The inexpressible union

Between evolutionary rivals.


Ted Goodell

March 20, 2019


How blond must the portrait

of a man be

As blond as an Aryan Emperor

must be

Conspicuously blond radiantly blond

Shimmering blond bleached

Like a statuesque Sun God

With sparkling hair

A metallic veneer gloriously lit

With a color so blond

That only the first rays

Of the morning sun

Dare mirror the glory

Of a man made sun


Ted Goodell

February 6, 2019

The Spider

(Reposting a classic and favorite of mine and Ted’s)


I caught a spider

In a cup

It resonated fear

It knew my home

Was not a church

No sanctuary lost

Between its world

Of web and fang

But something alien

To touch

A surface inaccessible

To stealth and sting

Now in captivity

The agile acrobat

Dreams of a god with wings


Ted Goodell


(Original post December 2014, Re-post January 2019)