When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay
What if a small lie…
Could help the truth slide by
help someone who’s gone astray
sometimes it’s just the best way.
What if the small lie…
Would help someone feel better
make the world a nicer place
save another person’s face.
Honesty is the key
it’s plain to see
it’s a great policy;
to some degree.
What if the truth hurts…
Just remember to keep it small
it can get you through another day
when honesty honestly doesn’t pay.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2020
Written with Poets And Storytellers United for an open prompt (originally Poets United.)
Money, pays the rent
but before the month is over
all your money’s spent.
Money, not the most important thing
but if you don’t make enough
you’ll be living on a shoestring.
Money, some have it all
they’re treated like royalty
while we worship their beck and call.
Money, with it you can be president
beware of false prophets
you’ll be wondering where your money went.
Money, it’s just fancy paper
you can’t even eat it
yet it’s a world shaper.
Money, it’s something we all need
but if you can’t get a job
you cannot succeed.
Money, it doesn’t seem fair
its exhausting making ends meet
living on hope and a prayer.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Not to be confused with the Pink Floyd song, Money. Image: Google search from The Jetsons. Written for the prompt money with my friends at Poets United.
Yes, the world
run by men
hasn’t been kind to me.
If I want something
like equal pay
fair work practices
or unbiased treatment in general
I get shrugged off
like a second,
or third thought.
I’m allowed to live with them
vote and pay taxes with them
have children with them
told I’m one of them
but behind closed doors
in secret meetings
and the White House…
Heck, right to my face
it never changes
my rights are spurned
taken away, ignored
I’m told what to do with my body
when so much is expected of me.
It’s like I don’t have the right sticker
to enter their nightclub
no amount of money
or the right designer labels
will ever do
I’m one of the people who
won’t get in.
I have always been
under someone’s thumb
sometimes I don’t even know them
they watch what I have
and take what they want.
And here I come
running like an ignoramus
clutching my last rights to my chest
better have the correct documents
out of breath and limping…
I keep what little is left
I make the best of it
I don’t have to like it.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I animated this artwork found through a Google image search. The search only brings up Standford University and no artist. As a woman, this is the only way I know.
Written and shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link night.
My heart breaks when I watch what’s happening in the world today
we have truly lost our minds in America letting ourselves be treated like cattle
being herded in whatever direction the political wind blows
we’ve given up, even if it leads us to the slaughterhouse
the invisible lines that separate us are turning into Trump-like walls
our history has taught us nothing as racial tensions separate us further respect for the people that protect us is gone, replaced by mistrust fueled by violence and ignorance
men are still in power pushing their sexual agendas on their victims
keeping women under their thumb as they get less pay for the same jobs
the house and senate don’t care about the people’s will, it’s all about their own agendas
our government is corrupt, greedy and we let them get away with it
cell phones have invaded the earth and people are transfixed by them
social interaction online has taken the place of real friendship
growing homeless camps are ignored and tolerated rather than helped
we think we’re paying taxes for a good cause then the money is spent elsewhere and we’re taxed for it again
although half of the people living now are 65, they can’t work because the jobs are given to younger people
they face higher costs for living every year while the retirement age goes up and benefits get cut
we pay a fortune for insurance many going without when other countries have health care for all
even with insurance many go without glasses, dental care and more
simple kindness and decency seem lost while our jails and prisons open their doors letting felons out for good behavior
we are losing touch with each other and we don’t know who to trust letting fear paralyze us
it’s difficult to know how to proceed when the psyche of countless people in our country are bruised and we’re bleeding out
I did as I’ve been told the system has let me down and I feel taken advantage of.
Some believe the soul is immortal, even so, our bodies are limited
we’re only here once and should be enjoying what this wonderful planet has to offer
instead, this is what we sow, this is how we spend this precious time
we vote and hope for a better life only to be fed fake news and tricked into submission
country against country, race against race, religion against religion-it never ends
right now, children are starving, being raped and abused, put into slavery, taught to shoot guns and carry bombs
my heart breaks when I watch what’s happening to the people of this world,
when do we say, how do we say,
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I’m a fan of brevity in poetry but this poem practically wrote itself and could have been longer. I don’t pretend to have the answers but I do know these things are going to take more than time to get better. History will show that’s usually through violence and war. We need to be strong and make ourselves heard through numbers.
Written with my friends at Poets United for the prompt psyche/soul. I animated the artwork.
I amble down
a road less traveled
a path is discerned
I inch my way along
Mossy growth glistening
marching through the woods
mounting an invasion
against the trees.
The damp smell of death
permeating my senses
life mirrors nature
nature’s way is survival
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
A poem from my past posted for Earth Day. Also a nod to Robert Frost. Linked in the nick of time with dVerse~Poets Pub.
He had it all but was empty inside
accomplishing much but yet living a lie
an ongoing book that had pages to hide
now she’s the one in the public’s eye.
A handsome man and a top athlete
a public life filled with private grief
just ’cause you’re different it doesn’t delete
yourself intact-you look for relief.
Why do the Kardashians seem so surprised
the clothes and the clues were all there to see
no longer happy with gender disguised
Caitlyn begins her own history.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
I have seen and read all about Bruce Jenner’s recent change and magazine cover. Caitlyn at 65 looks marvelous but it’s just an illusion that I find sad when realized it’s just the work of some well-paid doctors. I’m more interested in what doesn’t meet the eye and wish Caitlyn well.
First published today and shared with Poets United for the prompt gender. Many people are confused about gender these days. I can’t pretend to know what it’s like as I’ve always known I am a woman.
Dust particles dance
within a shaft of sunlight
slowly crossing the room
traveling over my body
warm and comforting
like a lovers embrace
to the mirror where I stand
contemplating my mortality
the sun has become harsh
I raise a hand in denial.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
We are writing about mirrors this Wednesday at Poets United where I’ll link up then.