Long Raul Poems

First breath Sep 2, 1931 and a special child with a heart shaped like a rose named Emma is born into this world.
This special child develops into a beautiful woman with an old fashioned tea...

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Few years back I use to make Paintings
Mostly of landscapes 
And sometimes, abstracts or portraits

The oil paintings which I use to make were such,  
That anyone would have 
Found them to possess and love

It...

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I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
              ...

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Father, I know we talk a great deal directly,
most of the time, though you send my Guardian
Angel Raul' to speak with me others. Even though
you can still hear our conversations, after all
you see all and...

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Have you ever heard of Raul?
“yea he’s cool, he’s straight. Goofy’
Have you ever heard of me, I'm Raulito.
You always seem me. Not Raulito.
“don’t front, be you do what you do”
Why? Are you worth it, why...

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(I'm really sorry if I left your name off, but I tried to do
 all the premium members I could imagine plus the 
non-premiums with whom I regularly communicate.
 If you are not here, I'm...

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We are more than we are…
In this pot of soup with Sharon Weimer
And a blessed berry by Karen O’Leary
Not forgetting magical mails of Vince jr. Suzadail 
And the blissful barn of Michael Jordan
-A pot of...

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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young girl, I feel when I do recall......
Those decades ago, those...

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NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these 
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I...

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Thank you fellow poets  in poetry soup

For leaving all your kind thoughts and critiques

You have given me the inspiration to  continue on

And for that I am humbled and grateful

May twenty ten be filled...

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A Fairy Tale
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

Once upon a time, long-long ago there was a wishing star.
She, unlike a billion other bright shining stars, was magic.
Bored with her...

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Flava flav, Run DMC,
Digital Underground.
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to 
Tupac Shakur.
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"

Flamboyant, charismatic,
scholastic, 
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt...

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Raul Moreno
(a Poetry Dish)
 
4c. of God                            ...

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Tonight I walk alone
For no apparent reason
I have friends who care for me
But I had to get out of the bar
I couldn’t stand the band (and I was in it) and the smoke 
Was choking...

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POSSUM JUGGLING  
  Written By the Poets Listed After The Poem.  
  
Possum juggling is a trick conjuring sport.  
You should never do it if your arms are short. ...

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After reading your comment to Sharon so true
I decided oh yes, I must tag Phyllis to

”Tag game” is about people sharing their heart
It would sure be special if you shared your part

It seems sometimes we...

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This poem’s for Gary and Elizabeth,
The parents who lost a child.
I hope that what I’ve written,
Has given your heart a smile.

May I help to lift your joy,
And sustain your happiness,
For my chosen flow of words,
Have...

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It’s New York’s very own,
Making Poetry-Soup his home.

For we all know his caring heart,
From his loving, caring, honest remarks.

Not only does he remodel homes,
His watchful eye loves to roam,

On Poetry-Soup late at night,
To bring us...

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The 
Poorest
Choice in life.








I’m not being judgmental nor commenting on my feedback I’m just clarifying and 
respectfully explaining my view of the poem. I appreciate the feedback, I understand when a 
poem is written everyone...

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A long time afterward have bloomed the flowers of love at last
A long time afterward the pigeon has dropped the letter of love

The two nations Cuba and the USA though lie close to each other
Nevertheless...

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......................................Sadly I heard my mother Groan
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The Love of Visual Art! 
     By the poets listed after the poem
 
The beauty born in every stroke he makes.
The master's golden touch paint emulates.
 
His colours and textures in...

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Sadly I heard my mother Groan
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