I’m A Cheshire Cat

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I’m A Cheshire Cat

I’m a Cheshire Cat
I got no cares
got a smile on my face
as I float through the air.

I’m not your normal cat
my fur is coarse and thick
I can be any color
and that’s not my only trick.

I’m a magical cat
with golden yellow eyes
I have a great big head
for my very small size.

When invisible I seem
you know that I’ll be there
I’ll reappear on cue
and never have a care.

Yes, I’m a Cheshire Cat
and that is that.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United.

First Notes

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First Notes

Standing mute she had a certain air
the tempo changed once I held her
the vibrato warm and expressive
my heartbeat an allegro
admiring the dynamics of her shapely body
I noted she was very high strung
but she played right into my hands.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Hell

 

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Hell

My life is emptiness and drab
the golden ring I could not grab
the doldrums never go away
the emptiness it fills each day.

Black is the color of my dreams
awakened by my tortured screams
the flames they lick and burn my skin
as I remained entrapped within.

I hear the others move about
with flies and maggots pouring out
of gaping mouths that make no sound
from bodies that are never found.

Stripped of flesh and driven mad
the demons taking all I had
the fallen angels taunting me
my never-ending agony.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Wondering

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Wondering

Early man
mastered his surroundings
pushed into lands beyond
wondering.
Why?

The age old question
curiosity encountered
(hopefully)
without killing the cat.

Inquiring minds want to know
filling in the lacunae
seeking to find meaning
in this life we’re thrust into.
Wondering…

There are more questions
than answers
there’s always one on our lips.

“Why?”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Mother’s On The Moon

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Mother’s On The Moon

It’s almost the month of June
not quite yet the end of May
my mother’s on the moon
and there is where she stays.

She fell in love with a man
the man she saw in the moon
coming up with a perilous plan
to go in a makeshift balloon.

I watched through a telescope tense
as she made her frivolous flight
it caused some earthly suspense
but she made it that very night.

Towards the end of a lovely June
their love blossomed and grew
bringing forth a second moon
but no one was feeling blue.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

In modern use, when 13 full moons occur in a year, usually one calendar month has two full moons; the second one is called a “blue moon“.

Shared with Poets United.

Black Sheep

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Black Sheep

When and how did I become
the black sheep of the family
how can that even be
I gave my love without a fee
never took anything just for me
never sulked or disagreed
but now I know the bridges are burned
I will never get the love I hoped to earn.

When and how did I become
dead to my family
phone number taken off the wall
never getting any calls
the very first grandchild I be
so why was I unwilling to see
at family reunions, I was the absentee
slowly being separated from the family tree.

When and how did this ever start
living amongst a family that has no heart
now that both of my parents are dead
I got nothing so they could get ahead
all the horrible things done and said
all the days and nights filled with dread
I hope that someday I can accept and see
why my unsavory family doesn’t deserve me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub and Poets United.