For Every Flower

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For Every Flower

For every flower, let there be a bumblebee
as spring showers bring us sweet flowers
bees covered in pollen to their very knees
zig zagging back to the hive again.
For every flower, let there be a bumblebee
my garden blooms and is calling
flying with wings too small for their bodies
covered in black and yellow furry stripes
producing honey for you and me.
We must stop our use of pesticides
so every flower will have a bumblebee.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This is a photograph I took on a bike ride when a bumblebee landed on my sweatshirt during a bench break. It was very large and but didn’t have any pollen yet. I animated it with a sparkle effect.

This is my first time trying a Fold form with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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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.

Haiku #61216

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haiku #61216

bumblebee likes me
time for a photograph
bee-ware of stinger

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Photograph taken when a bumblebee visited during a break on my bike ride. It first landed on my hand and then my shirt. I had eaten a pear earlier on my break and it was attracted to that. It’s amazing that it could still tell after washing my hand and everything. I am always glad to see these guys since they are threatened by so many things now. I know the sting doesn’t hurt much but better not to be stung.

Written with Haiku Horizons.

Life Is No Picnic

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Life Is No Picnic

Some people say
life is no picnic
I disagree.

You spread your blanket in a nice place
lay out the small feast
hope for good weather
look forward to the food.

A layer between you and the ground
the blanket is security
protection and comfort
hopefully, it doesn’t have any holes.

The weather can change
in just minutes
thunder clouds rolling in
complications arise
you are powerless to change it
can’t fight the elements.

Food is emotional and sexy
pleasurable and addictive
it feeds your most inner being
all before it enters your belly
sometimes it doesn’t agree with you.

Then the bugs come
they sting and bite
at the very least they attack your food
they crawl all over your picnic
quite uncomfortable
don’t bug me
isn’t enough.

Some people say
life is no picnic
I disagree.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and sharing with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.