Tanka #92017

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tanka #92017

deep within my soul
there’s an untouchable place
that only responds
to a different drummer
accompanied by steel strings

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

An image prompt from Positively Prompted on Google Plus. Music is something that we all agree is special to us in so many ways. Shared with my friends at Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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Cake

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Cake

I was told there would be cake
a delicious flavor just for me
yet I grow tired of lingering
I’m crumbling into pieces
my life stale and tasteless.

I was told there would be cake
yet I find no sweet treat today
my kitchen sits spotless awaiting
the glorious gooey sticky mess.
Will I ever find that recipe again?

I was told there would be cake
as the years go by the craving grows
sitting alone at a table set for one
wondering if I’ll be left
holding an empty plate.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Picking a protest sign to write about linking with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads. Divorced twice with no children I still dream of finding that special man to share the rest of my life with. That would take the cake and be sweet indeed.

Pharmaceuticals

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Pharmaceuticals

A pill a pill to kill my ills
a magic potion just for me
once a day to make me chill
I take my tablets happily.

A pill a pill to kill my ills
a capsule for my aches and pains
my doctor has a special pill
for every sickness that I feign.

A pill a pill to kill my ills
a gel cap for my troubled brain
pills that rob me of my will
but next week I will still complain.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Our society has a pill for almost everything we can think of and a horrible problem with addiction. Sometimes the drug is worse than the illness and fills an emotional need rather than physical. Addiction hurts not only you but the people around you and impacts your life in a negative way. Just because they are easy to get doesn’t mean it’s ok to take them. Be strong!

Fish Heads

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Fish Heads

Fish Head Sale-
there she was under glass
her large puckered mouth
begging to be kissed by lemons
tasting of brine salt
could dry up a man’s mouth
in mid-sentence.

She was cold as a fish
but lovelier than thou
in her scaly sequins
she looked tasty
but she would only be good
properly seasoned.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

A poem with 55 words exactly.

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and Saturday’s Image Write.

You Smell Like Sex

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You Smell Like Sex

I am trembling and breathless
as you step behind me
your strong arms
encircling exploring
my body imploring…

Your warm breath at my ear-
you smell like sex!

As you turn to me our lips meet
we drink deeply of this elixir
falling in lust.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Spring Forth

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Spring Forth

As we settle into spring
our thoughts like seedlings
take root in the warm soil.
Our bodies sprout cravings
to awaken and spend time outdoors
with the wild things and colorful new blooms.

The crocus does not lie
the lilac bushes smell heavenly
nature from its long frozen slumber
renews all in the spring melt.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads Flash 55 and Poets United.