Me And Me
With everyone I disagreed
I never helped a friend in need
I always had to have my way
I always had the final say.
Just me, and me, and me alone
with everyone, I’ve been disowned
and now the time has come to see
I really turned my back on me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
Published here for the first time in 2018. My artwork put through filters and animated.
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Candy Land
Soldiers waging war with flowers
bullets made of candy sours
everything one could devour
messing with their willpower.
All the men had taken vows
but had an urge for candy now-
they missed the posted sign somehow:
Eating Candy Is Not Allowed!
Licorice trees and sugar sand
it was more than they could stand
their bellies filled on enemy land
now, candy fell from useless hands.
The warning sign-a bitter pill
the candy took away free will.
Standing very,
############very,
##################STILL.
Gummy soldiers on the hill.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
I originally wrote about this image for Magpie Tales and animated it. Shared with my friends at Poets United on this quiet Sunday.
Last Goodbye
Every single cell in me
can identify what I lack…
the only man I ever loved.
(Now I can’t win you back!)
A lover like no other
you turned out to be
my extraordinary man…
who saw something, in me.
But now you love her!
I don’t know how I lost…
please forgive me my sins
and this line I have crossed.
Now you’re dead where you lay-
the crime fits like a glove.
But I feel so much better,
“Goodbye now, my love.”
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
I took an older poem that had punctuation to link with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. I took some time off from writing and am slowly dipping my toes back into the poetry river. I believe in using punctuation and use it in my poems something I started a long time ago when a friend convinced me.
“Sloth makes man powerless and dries out the nerves until man is good for nothing.” The Personification Of Sloth (shown, as a badly-dressed woman resting on an ass.)
Sloth features an assortment of fantastic creatures and a confused arrangement of hybrid structures reminiscent of Bosch’s work.
I like to think my poem is about how Sloth lives.
Sloth Personified
Dirty wrinkled sheets on an empty bed
the room an overflowing ashtray
reading materials litter the floor
along with containers of putrefied food
I’m used to the smell.
Hallways haphazardly cluttered
walking on top of the shifting heap
windows and doors long blocked
bathroom flooded in feces and filth
fly’s going through their life cycle in the kitchen.
Resting my weight on stacks of old magazines
lit up by the blue light of the phone screen
wine gives everything a rosy glow
trolling Instagram and nibbling on canned peaches
wondering where the cat went.
Come to think of it, I had 2 cats!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
About the artwork: Representing the vice of sloth, this image belongs to a series of prints of the Seven Deadly Sins, engraved by Pieter van der Heyden after drawings by Pieter Bruegel the Elder. The personification of sloth, a shabbily dressed woman, demonstratively sleeps away the time in the central foreground, resting her weight on the back of an ass. The various examples of lazy or slothful behavior, in evidence in the surrounding landscape, colorfully demonstrate the message of the inscription. (Seen with photo above.)
Written for the prompt virture or vice at the Imanginary Garden With Real Toads. I picked sloth.
The Dark Path
The unknown
a new way beckons
just one step
phantoms cling
they follow and won’t let go
the dark path takes me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Artwork from a Google image search.
Today the prompt at dVerse~Poets Pub is to write a shadorma, a poem with one stanza or more, each stanza containing 6 lines with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable count.
I Scream
Darkness led me into sin
cause I invited Darkness in
my loneliness drove me astray
and I had thought it child’s play.
Wrapped inside his macabre wings
I heard the Darkness whispering,
”You’ll never be away from me,
with me for all eternity.”
The Darkness knew me like a glove
replacing hate where once was love
chuckling as it emptied me
drinking deep with empathy.
If I had lived the way I should
if I had stronger will I could
but Darkness won and reigns supreme
and I? I scream a mouthless scream!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Artwork from a Google search.
Written for the prompt scream with my friends at Poets United.
The End Is (Near) Here
Discovering new medicines
prolonging life and more
it wasn’t enough to save us
not many could afford.
Grocery shelves were empty
nuclear reactors failed
the planet overcrowded
the toxic air inhaled.
The dumping and the oil spills
went on with no relief
it all went in the water
to percolate beneath.
”The end is near,” the soothsayer wrote
his words died where he lay
no one was left to notice
the end was here today.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I couldn’t help but write a second poem for this prompt I had so many thoughts about it. Money isn’t the only evil, we are an imperfect people with more of us born on this earth every day. I believe there will be a day of reckoning and hope it goes better than this. Written for the prompt money with my friends at Poets United.
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