Long Roberto Poems

Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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Admonishing against arrogance and apathy
Building lives buttressed with leadership brace
Caring for his children, blending compassion and circumspection
Daddy* dearest is decisive, determined, diligent, dedicated, disciplinarian...

Empowering with his enabling encouragement
Fatherly figure, firming up family fortress by his...

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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):

Say Hey Willie Mays       ...

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God be praised and thanked for our Dad, Mr. Roberto B. Agustin whom the Lord called to His glory on January 2, 2019.  Likewise, we thank all those who prayed for us, and for...

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You always chew tobacco,
You make love with Armando,
You were in love with Roberto,
You do hum the old echo,
You eavesdrop to listen songs in Latino,
You enchant young boys at ‘Soho.’

You mirror my face on your eyeballs,
You...

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No need to brag
Jeter #2 was born to play and win; now that’s swag
For twenty years he has been the face of the MLB
Games played in 2123 
Scored runs 1569
He won his 5th and final...

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Did you ever Roberto Nesto … the reggae maestro
Decorating rocks in the ghetto … children’s falsetto
Rising for liberation from tenures of poverty
Logwood lit from the shredded ash of ganja smoke
Rising to rinse the heart of...

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There is a kingdom inside all of us,
That follows us wherever we go,
It was God that put us here,
It is God that takes us back,
We don’t know when, we don’t know how,
Our beloved Lolo, will...

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LOVE AND SEX LIGHT POETRY READ SANS FEAR




love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love makes us
 pathetic
Sex makes...

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love is a book
sex is sport
sex is choice
Love is luck
Love is notion, theorem
love is melodrama
sex is cinema
Sex is imagination, fantasy
love is prose
sex is poetry
Love makes us
 pathetic
Sex makes us 
 as if we were 
epileptics...
...

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thank you Lord for the gifts in my life.
the farah fawcett, the michael jackson my willy wonka,the muhamad ali, the al green.
the prince, the babyface, the elvis presely, the johnny taylor and b.b. king.
the john...

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AN ADOPTION MADE IN HEAVEN

We wanted to adopt a child who we could train to be
A preacher of the word of God in our Spanish ministry.
And so we made the special trip in search of...

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Once my prime human fortress, indeed great
Now, he's helpless... gripped with paralysis
My father who aided my first step-straight
Needed lifting-up on a constant basis.

His strength, blessed by God's help, became my might
My growing he guided with...

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For Adeleke's Top Ten

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Directing me toward spiritual fortitude
Assertive along faith’s altitude prayerfully…
Dad Roberto is my father I praise God for with gratitude-fullness.

Responsible is he, never neglecting his fatherly duties
Optimizing opportunities to open to me the Saviour’s goodness*
Benefits he...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmer yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
 
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Words rekindle—lies cremate 
The Oracle on fire
 
As heat...

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To Find a Better Life (puente)*

“I can’t read or write
but experience taught me
wrong from right”
were grandpa’s final words to Roberto
as he began his journey on the migrant trail

~to find a better life~

he’d suffer hunger, thirst
and...

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Mason likes to work with a brick
Harper always wants to nit pick
Rowan paddles his boat away
Don is up early in the day
Nanny puts the kids down to nap
John always takes a lot of crap
Conner will...

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