Rebecca

Rebecca Oct 2020

A candy castle so tasty and sweet
made out of the most delectable treats.

Peppermint domes that swirl red and white,
glisten and shine in the glorious light.

Licorice steeples, to the sky they ascend.
with Fruit Roll-Ups as flags flapping in the wind.

The drawbridge is made of warm gingerbread,
suspended by Twizzlers of cherry red.

Toffee and brittle brick up the structure
Painted with icing of contrasting colors.

Frosting fastens gumdrop shingles in place,
the roof sparkles with crystallized sugar lace.

A lollipop wreath hangs on the chocolate bar door,
whip cream and cherries top the decor.

Jolly Ranchers are the windows that do reside.
A rainbow-tinted world can be viewed from inside.

The palace is surrounded by a gentle chocolate stream
Where marshmallow peeps like to float on and dream.

#poem #poetry #rhyme

Rebecca Oct 2020

Jealousy Hat

Jealousy wears many hats I have come to know.
Some hats are bought, some are stolen and some are borrowed.

They all come in a variety of colors with different shapes and sizes;
being flaunted with emotional compromises.

Anger is a hat I have seen Jealousy don on many occasions.
It’s a fire red derby with pointy spikes,
a hellish sensation.

Sorrow is another hat Jealousy will wear from time to time:
It's a black top hat with a blue velvet line.
There is a purple veil that conceals the eyes,
a bewitching melancholic surprise.

A fashionable emotion, but still unbecoming.

#poem #poetry #rhyme

Rebecca Oct 2020

Pap Smear

Annual preventive care
for the female clam.
Undress and saddle up
modesty be ******.

"Giddy up partner",
in a thin paper robe.
Fun times are coming
by gynecologist’s probe.

Feet in stirrups
with a widespread.
A Vaseline rod
is what’s ahead.

Insertion with small talk
is always a treat.
while your *** is sticking
to an examining sheet.

A pinch of the ******
it’s ready to smear.
On a slide it will go
to a lab that is near.

Just when you think
that it is the end.
The jelly of KY
starts to suspend.

The gyno was too generous
with the slippery goo.
But it’s time to get dressed
the next patient is due.

I’ll leave the office
with slime up to here.
A departing gift
I get every year.

Preventive care is not fun but it is important ladies. Every twelve months! Stay healthy!

#poem #poetry #preventivecare

Rebecca Oct 2020

John Lennon Lied To You

Lucy is not in the sky
like you were told.
Her feet or on the ground
holding a piece of coal.

The rocking horse people
took her diamond away
and smeared marshmallow pie
across her narrow face.

The marmalade sky’s
ozone has disintegrated,
from the fumes of cellophane
the flowers created.

The tangerine trees
turned to rust,
from newspaper taxis
exhaust pipe dust.

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes,
takes Prozac every day.
She stays comfortably numb,
keeping despondency at bay.

Alas, poor Lucy! I knew her, Horatio

#poem #poetry #rhyme #lucyinthesky #johnlennon

Rebecca Oct 2020

Are You There Autumn? It’s Me, Margaret.

Autumn, where have you been?
I think I’ve had enough.
For years I have been onto you
and I finally caught your bluff.

Fashionably late is fine,
it happens to the best of us.
Seasons sometimes take their time
in this cosmic wanderlust.

The problem is you never show
in the humid Houston air.
You bail on me every year
in this blistering town square.

Please, just get back over here
and throw some leaves upon the ground.
Make it a promise for old times' sake,
and please say you’ll stick around.

I patiently wait for her every year with a pumpkin spice latte in my hand. Most of the time she is a "no-show".

#poem #poetry #iwishitwascold

Rebecca Oct 2020

Inside The Mind Of The Scarecrow (Part I )

A Scarecrow in a field?
How typically cliché!
Just hanging around
scaring crows all day?!

But this is my life
it is what I become.
adapted to my environment
comfortably numb.

Perched on these poles
like a broken Christ,
no thoughts of my own
to ponder at night.

If I only had a brain
to keep me company!
An imagination to use
to create a fantasy!

I'd calculate equations
while protecting the harvest.
An intellectual of knowledge,
a scholar of the smartest.

A critical thinker,
yes that's what I said!
With scientific theories
dancing in my head!

What...??!!

Do my eyes deceive?
Who is this girl...
approaching me...???

She has a basket in her hand;
skipping on a street
There is a tiny brown dog
following her feet...

Look at her shoes!!..They are sparkly red!
What could she possibly want
from a scarecrow that's brain-dead...?

To Be Continued...

"Oh, I, could tell you why
The oceans near the shore
I could think of things I'd never
Thunk before,
And then I'd sit down and think some more.
I would not be just a muffin',
My head all full of stuffin',
My heart all full of pain;
And perhaps I'd deserve you and be
Even worthy even you
If I only had a brain." - If I Only Had A Brain by the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz

#poem #poetry #rhyme #thewizardofoz

Rebecca Oct 2020

Who Hath Slain The Jabberwock?

Indeed, father! The Jabberwock is nigh!
I’ll go with my vorpal sword,
his head will be no more
and slay him down, will I!

I’ll meet him in the tugley wood
by the Bandersnatch domain.
I’ll wait for him on the edge,
for his head, I’ll come to claim.

I have slain the Jabberwock,
his body will decay!
Let’s all meet by the Tumtum tree
and rejoice this frabjous day!

The slithy toves and mome raths
all now well understood. ’
Twas brillig, it was Indeed,
for it ended as it should.

"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe."  -The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

#poem #poetry #aliceinwonderland #lewiscarroll #jabberwocky