Long Rafael Poems

Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent wracking wrath of mental illness, that even as a middle...

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Enea Gets the Red Hat

Finally, he's getting somewhere. 
Fifty years of age and almost crippled, 
prematurely aged, but at last, 
sweet recognition rains down 
on the poet. Kneeling before Calixtus, 
he accepts the Cardinal's hat....

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Sonny sat on the floor 
in a low lit corner of the bedroom
he hugged his trumpet
as a young man they had had great times   
he reminisced of his love for his horn 

He...

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the 11th hour (a plea to Rafael)

please Mr. Correa,
strong & admirable 
President of Ecuador,
who kicked the US
military out of your
country & cut the 
money flow from the
US Embassy which had
selected police officers
in your country, paying...

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Circumstance of France
Circumflex

Global indifference
Uncaring bastards
For words and letters
Grammar and poetic letters
Stealing our roots, our tools
Our hats
Our very being
Taking us for fools
We shall overcome this injustice
As Rafael Padilla rose above his chains
So shall we restore our...

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supporting the anti-communists in 
the Soviet Union from
1944 to 1989---
supporting al-Za’im in Syria in
1949---
installing Shah Mohammed Reza 
Pahlevi in 1953 Iran---
supporting Colonel Carlos Castillo 
Armas in 1954 Guatemala---
providing weapons to anti-communist
Tibetans, from the mid-1950’s to...

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PROFESSOR SILA, VICTOR SINCLAIR, AND ROCKY PATEL 
were scheduled to visit ARTURO FUENTE at the DREW ESTATE in ASHTON. 
However, the count of MONTE CRISTO stopped their trip at SAN MIGUEL 
because of the possibilty...

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There's no bizarre wind 
That disperses the frozen clouds,
And yet every naked tree
Makes horrendous sounds;
No stars rise from the dark sea,
lmoonlight is absent, it feels cold.

The reefs aren't of soft silver, 
They miss the moody...

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Rob Brezsny reports
In 2004, San Rafael hosted a World Conference of Soul-Making
resulting in three schools for best practices,
to which I will add one more.

"The Ruminators
theorized that humans are born without souls
and can create them only...

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Thoughts racing faster
The Monster is the master
Who’ll be outlaster?

Fear is growing fast
As the Zombie I am cast
Can I hold, outlast?

Taken to the task
Face becoming a forged mask
Partake of the cask

Am I savable?
The Monster wants Rafael
Why?...

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Two rivals meet after long time,
The battleground set for a thrash,
Defying age, not in their prime,
They're geared up for a summit clash;

It's a tense atmosphere down there,
Stadium filled with fired up fans,
There's great excitement in...

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This poem is dedicated to my therapists
Ryan, Russell, Ken and Rafael. 
This is a true story.

Where did it all go wrong,
A simple fall led me to my,
Body becoming alien to me.
My brain is not listening,
It's...

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The match was so exciting,
No one clearly in the lead.
Though Rafa won a tiebreak,
Nothing else was guaranteed.

The second set had started,
Rafa sweating in the heat.
While playing on his birthday,
He would not accept defeat.

Approaching six games...

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There were no thoughts of Covid
Or of sadness or of snow
But it wasn’t as relaxing 
As most Sunday mornings go.

For I watched the Aussie Open
And the finals had my fave
Who provided the escape route
From reality...

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I bought the "hugest" pot I found
It's very tall, extremely round

I had enough with four teenagers
Killers of eardrums and Pizza beggars

I Googled  recipes for "Turtle Soup"
I dreamed of flavors, carrots and this "group"

Leonardo, Michelangelo,...

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Little doll with curly hair, how did God
Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky
And with skin as rose as a healthy child...
Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby!
The radiant moon has come...

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Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts...

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*dedicated to Rafael Trujillo


Choose to hide or choose to run 
From the barrel of my gun

Choose to flee or choose to stay
For this could be your dying day

Praise me as I stomp you down
And beat...

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Once there was a tennis player*
From a town in Spain.
Ever since he started winning,
Clay was his domain.

As he rose up through the ranks
(He's number 1 today),
Fans would clamor for a glimpse
Of glory on display.

Though injuries...

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