Old Library Book

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Old Library Book

Words in binding
fact reminding
maybe rhyming
perfect timing
plot defining
how-to guiding
new word finding
worlds unwinding
masterminding.

The End-I’m smiling!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

My first experience with books was in the library at my grade school. I think I read every book they had about horses. Of course in class, it was Fun With Dick And Jane. Libraries have changed through the years but they still hold countless stories, art, poetry, history, and more. All you need is a library card and it’s yours for the taking. Don’t forget to return your book!

The artwork is Storybook by Schnette on Deviantart. Linked with Poets United.

Kiss Of Death

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Kiss Of Death

So beautiful and rare
in death a kiss so fair
it makes the corpses jealous
their eyeless sockets stare.

An eternity in your arms
my angel wings boned bare.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Another blast from the past (something a little different) shared with Poets Untied. This is a wallpaper meant to be shared and had no artist information like most wallpapers found to share online.

Hitler’s Bathtub

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Hitler’s Bathtub

I dreamed I took a bath in Hitler’s bathtub
he told me it would be better than taking a shower
I got a fluffy towel instead of an unmarked grave.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

War correspondent Lee Miller taking a bath in Hitler’s own bathtub, inside his abandoned apartment. The photo was taken on the same day that Hitler committed suicide. Munich, Germany – April 30, 1945. I got this image from a Google image search wrote about and animated it.

Written for the prompt irony at dVerse~Poets Pub.

Sdrawkcab Poem

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Sdrawkcab Poem

My cat was begging to be fed
I brushed the cobwebs from my head
and when I got up from my bed
I did it backward style instead.

A backward world is what I found
my cat was making backward sounds
my room was backward all around
absurdly backward-so profound.

My cat was begging to be fed
as I awoke with certain dread
’twas just a dream I had instead
and sighing just went back to bed.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Casey Weldon is an American artist best known for his use of melancholy and humor in conjunction with the iconography of modern pop culture, leading his critics to designate his style as “post-pop surrealism.” He’s a Californian artist and I found this picture to use after I wrote my poem. Source: Wikipedia

Written for the prompt irony from dVerse~Poets Pub.

Silver Dollar Moon

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Silver Dollar Moon

Like a silver dollar
******************hanging low in the sky
the full moon tetters
*******************on the brink
balancing
*********on the waters edge
in moments
***********it will fall and sink.

 

One last thought
****************heavy it did weigh
if only to be a balloon
*********************gently floating away.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

A 44-word Quadrille written for dVerse~Poets Pub using the word balloon. Thank you to WHIMSYGIZMO who helped me space this poem. Big hug!

Kaleidoscope Moments

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Kaleidoscope Moments

Perpetually fractured shapes
looping through calico consequences
rendering ordered frames of confusion
as they fall into prismatic bits
of psychedelic fodder.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This is my work, a special type of round kaleidoscope/mandala that I made up. Written for Saturdays Image Write. Thanks to all who wrote, there’s still time to join us! Shared on Tuesday with the Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Different As Night And Day

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Different As Night And Day

All the good and bad they weathered
night and daytime ruled together
then one day they had a fight
the moon got mad and shined too bright
it pushed the sun out of the way
and then decided to steal the day.

The jealous sun its anger bright
took back the daytime from the night
the Gods stepped in to end this fight
and straightened out this perilous plight
the moon felt sad the sun was lost
the sun felt bad that lines were crossed.

Now night and day ruled peacefully
while dusk and dawn meet frequently
the stars doth shine until the day
comes sauntering back to get its way
sun and moon now regulated
for all time they’re separated.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

A blast from the past shared with my friends at Poets United. I originally wrote this for a friend, Cat whom I’ve known online for over 10 years, she likes these kinds of fantasies.