A Very Good Year

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A Very Good Year

The month of December has come to a close
the weather has brought a new blanket of snow
Christmas has faded from Rudolph’s red nose
looks like it’s time for the new year.

To the party we go with our friends in tow
faces aglow and dressed in our best
jollification where ever we go
looks like it’s time for the New Year.

Champagne is flowing as midnight draws near
resolutions are made as we watch the ball drop
we raise up our glasses to toast to good cheer
that this New Year, be a very good year!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2011

Here’s to wishing you, and yours, a very good year from the bottom of my heart!

The poem was published on Bekkie In Wonderland in 2011, and now again, in 2016. The cards are copies of vintage New Year cards/postcards from the Victorian Era.

Shared with Poets UnitedImaginary Garden Of Real Toads and all friends I’ve written with over the years!

About “Time-Balls”

The actual notion of a ball “dropping” to signal the passage of time dates back long before New Year’s Eve was ever celebrated in Times Square. The first “time-ball” was installed atop England’s Royal Observatory at Greenwich in 1833. This ball would drop at one o’clock every afternoon, allowing the captains of nearby ships to precisely set their chronometers (a vital navigational instrument).

Around 150 public time-balls are believed to have been installed around the world after the success at Greenwich, though few survive and still work. The tradition is carried on today in places like the United States Naval Observatory in Washington, DC, where a time-ball descends from a flagpole at noon each day – and of course, once a year in Times Square, where it marks the stroke of midnight not for a few ships’ captains, but for over one billion people watching worldwide.

About time-balls is from a Google search.

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Haiku #91116 a and b

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haiku #91116 a

as autumn charms
cold winds send summer scattering
’round the bend

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

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haiku #91116 b

911
a hole in our hearts
still on the mend

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

bend and mend (2 weeks of prompts)

Written with Haiku Horizons and shared with Poets United.

Rebirth

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Rebirth

Surfing the breeze
on a new bloom
wings drying
in the sweet sunshine
a spent chrysalis nearby
as life emerges.

Better to be
like the butterfly
spreading your wings
to a new existence
leaving behind
the old.

Becoming more.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United. Photography by Rika Inami, animation by me.

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.