Monday, August 18

Yell Sound

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Yell Sound, 8/18/14

Rocking back and forth,
to and fro.
The captain yells orders,
sailors run about,
sails unfurled.
Wind blowing,
white capped waves.
Ropes creaking,
the taste of salt,
smell of pipe tobacco.
A gaggle of birds follow,
fish flashing bursts of silver.
Clouds choke the daytime sky,
rain fell like cold needles,
stabbing at skin.
Beating a retreat to a warm cabin.

Bekkie Sanchez ©

Mag 233

Wednesday, August 13

The End Is Here

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The End Is Here, 8/13/14

Discovering solar power,
electric cars and more.
It wasn’t enough to save us,
not many could afford.
It was harder to get resources,
nuclear reactors failed,
garbage dumped and oil spilt,
there was no saving or relief.  
It all went in the ocean,
to disappear beneath.
”The end is near!” the soothsayers claimed,
but little could they see.
It was all caused by humanity,
with no one left to blame.

Bekkie Sanchez ©

Monday, August 11

The Blues

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The Blues, 8/11/14

He
was
tired of
feeling blue
outside and inside
he was stone tired of being blue
even when re-painted it had to be a shade of blue
one day he had enough of the blues and walked out leaving one blue chair behind

Bekkie Sanchez ©

Life Is A Dance

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Life Is A Dance, 8/11/14

Dancing madly through our lives,
so much life to dance about.
Music brings out memories,
dancing to the music inside.
Life is like one continuous song.
The lyrics tell us the story,
the music brings out the moods.
We move to our inner drummer,
life is a dance throw up your heels!

Bekkie Sanchez ©

Mag 232