Long Rodriguez Poems

Bob was the first man she had ever loved, sure she had some crushes when she was in school but nothing like she had felt with Bob. He was six years older handsome and self...

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WHAT IS IT


I am thinking of you again
How many times? I cannot remember.
It still causes the same pain.
Burning in my chest, like a white steel ember.
It has been eating at my mind, it is a...

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Remembering the Past
 
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza

Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME) 
on the 90’s
Tito...

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Anne-Lise Andresen-  "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady" 
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual" 
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas" 
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles" 
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties" 
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian!...

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Tito David Rodriguez recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME). He was my choir mate as a base at St. Andrew Catholic Church, Daly City. He and Tito Willie Totanes are my best supporters....

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Working for yourself is commendable.
           Working hard to earn gains,
           it is worthy procedure
 ...

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Imagine.....
Scrunched lazily in a bed of your chosen leaves each and every night
To pacify your senses in the richness of earthy-scented legacies
Our ecstasy would prompt our dreams to drift away the moonlight
In nature's cupboard saturating...

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I REMEMBER THE LITTLE GIRL

BMWs shine on the lot, row after row,
reflecting the blinding summer sun of Pinedale, California.
Their windows blink back stories of 4,792 Japanese Americans
interned on this same lot seventy-eight years ago.

I remember...

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"Get it Free!" Cried out to me "Free night! Free flight!" from our t.v.
       Before my hubby turned the station, I grabbed a pen in pure elation!
  "Call...

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The Keystone Cops were funny,
Chaplain, Keaton, Lloyd, and Fields too.
Laurel and Hardy, and Will Rodgers,
Were just some of the names we knew.


Who can forget the Stooges, 
Or all the pies we saw them throw?
Who didn't...

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It’s the time of the year to make a steaming hot soup
To remember some of the best in our poetry group*
When I make soup I throw in everything I have in stock
My hot poetry soup...

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Andrea Lopez was 12 years old and pregnant. 
She lived in Caracas Venezuela.
She had to stay with her friend Daniela. No-one  took any notice.
She was going to call the baby Nathalia after her Mother.
One...

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Andrea Lopez was 12 years old and pregnant. 
She lived in Caracas Venezuela.
She had to stay with her friend Daniela. No-one  took any notice.
She was going to call the baby Nathalia after her Mother.
One...

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" HISKEY " wASSER wACKEAL 
MADE HIS LONG AWAITED DEBUT AGAINST
                    "FUSSER"
    ...

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A million words can bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
A million tears can't bring you back,
I know because I've cried.
A million hugs and kisses,
What you gave when you were here.
A million stories, a million...

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"Have your siloes become fortresses?"  
Anna Sundt 

Pictures are Anna Sundt's product; visual art, the occupation
Her job achieves its mission when customers are living well.

Wheat is one product; farming, the occupation.
Its job succeeds when...

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If I would have known you wouldn’t be here 
I would have stopped worrying about the small stuff 
I would have held you tighter and said “I love you “more often 
If I would have...

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On the grassy banks of a woodland stream
I heard the melodic warbling of birds in flight
as I basked in the warmth of sunlight's gleam
where oaks and maples reached great height

I heard the melodic warbling of...

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Missing: God Incarnate

By Mark D. Stucky
Last month I lost Jesus.
Maybe he is not lost,
but I cannot find him
even in usual places.

I couldn’t find him in my prayers.
I couldn’t find him in my church.
I couldn’t find...

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Crisda Rodriguez
My fleet of cars included high end wheels
Now I drive them not.
Helped by someone to wheel me around
Driving is now forgot.
Wardrobe full of designer wears
Valuables in my vault,
Now, I'm wrapped in a piece of...

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D  irections of our lives seem futile and our hearts obstructed.
E  very person, every woman, every child, every
M  an has lost the freedom that was promised - now corrupted,
O  bliterated by...

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Meant to say, "I miss you." No, it won't take long. The longing kept going and going; it's 
gone.
Is there a reason I see you in song? The song remains the same except when stations...

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Look you for Matisse's Daughter?
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The cat glides paw in the water.
It is glaring at three goldfish.
Jolly tulips are on left side.
The bowl with fish is on a dish.

Gawp at colors so bright in frame...
The cat...

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RODRIGUEZ THE TINPOT DICTATOR

“Hello, my name is Rodriguez the tinpot dictator of South American country A. I came to power and made everyone a communist whether they liked it or not.
Those who disagreed disappeared. You...

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My brush is alive, beating heart and a mind, 
As I stand here holding its shaft.
I put paint on its head, to the thickness desired, 
Granting a beautiful gift for my craft.

Time sits on a...

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