Me And Me

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Me And Me

With everyone I disagreed
I never helped a friend in need
a man that had to have my way
I always had the final say.

Just me, and me, and me alone
with everyone, I’ve been disowned
and now the time has come to see
I really turned my back on me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Published here for the first time in 2018. My artwork put through filters and animated.

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The Facade-A Halloween Tale

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The Facade-A Halloween Tale

Walking the boardwalk at sunset
in search of saltwater toffee
I spied a facade I couldn’t phantom
and heard a vintage circus anthem.

I walked ahead and saw a face
all hideous and taunting me
a gaping mouth without a voice
curious, I made my choice.

The ticket seller’s booth was dark
behind the heavy curtains-light
goosebumps raised upon my skin
with shaky hands, I peered within.

Before my eyes could clearly see
claws and teeth attacking me!
Everything went black and then-
woke up by my cat again.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Boo! (I luv Halloween.)

Posting for the first time on this site for October and Halloween 2018. I did the artwork just for this poem. I hope you enjoy it!

The Understanding

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The Understanding

I know you…
that form
your many moods
how you make me feel.

I know you…
your sense of humor
your timing
your rhyme and reason.

I know you…
because our understanding
runs deep
poetry lives in me.

Poetry lives in us.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written for the prompt of poems with my friends at Poets United. The image is from the Pink Floyd album Tree Of Half Life by Storm Thorgerson.

Midnight Kata 

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Midnight Kata 

It is midnight at the Dojo
and a lone figure is spotted
he moves as if on invisible strings
worked by a celestial puppeteer-
such fastidious movement.

Slowly circling, ever vigilant
as he spares with the shadows
a Praying Mantis on a leaf
watches with great concern-
in a rustle of silk, he is gone.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. The prompt is Unseen Things. My figure (who could be a Ninja) was only seen by a bug in the garden. This is my artwork I animated.

That Glass Is Half ____

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That Glass Is Half ____

When I see it, I want to say the water glass is half full
then I think about why I feel that way-
I don’t have a good answer…

I know it’s healthy to be optimistic
it’s less stressful and we live longer
I read it’s something that can be learned.

I know the answer lies deep within,
that unmeasurable amount of water mocking me
a need to please, even if it kills me.

I practice being grateful and positive
with the hopes of feeling optimistic
next time I’m presented with a glass of water.

I want to say the water glass is half full-
even when it holds spent Hydrangea blooms.
I don’t have a good answer…

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

“The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true.” ― James Branch Cabell

The image is: Still Life by Adolph de Meyer (1908)

Written with my friends at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. I animated the image with glitter.

Candy Land

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Candy Land

Soldiers waging war with flowers
bullets made of candy sours
everything one could devour
messing with their willpower.

All the men had taken vows
but had an urge for candy now-
they missed the posted sign somehow:
Eating Candy Is Not Allowed!

Licorice trees and sugar sand
it was more than they could stand
their bellies filled on enemy land
now, candy fell from useless hands.

The warning sign-a bitter pill
the candy took away free will.
Standing very,
############very,
##################STILL.
Gummy soldiers on the hill.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

I originally wrote about this image for Magpie Tales and animated it. Shared with my friends at Poets United on this quiet Sunday.

Last Goodbye

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Every single cell in me
can identify what I lack…
the only man I ever loved.
(Now I can’t win you back!)

A lover like no other
you turned out to be
my extraordinary man…
who saw something, in me.

But now you love her!
I don’t know how I lost…
please forgive me my sins
and this line I have crossed.

Now you’re dead where you lay-
the crime fits like a glove.
But I feel so much better,
“Goodbye now, my love.”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

I took an older poem that had punctuation to link with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. I took some time off from writing and am slowly dipping my toes back into the poetry river. I believe in using punctuation and use it in my poems something I started a long time ago when a friend convinced me.