Roberto Poems | Examples

Plink-plung-pling

keep that tone
it's ah beautiful sound
through the ranges
that's an astonishing sound
the bit part
the perceived stability of
tone
a song, a sound so
pleasant
I sing it when the song has gone
keep it smooth in the first
second verse
with those: ooh,ahh, II's
Got me soothed when you bring it
back to sing
the next part
Cyrus what you say
she sounds so beautiful
don't let this one get away
the bellows and the windchest
they grooving to
I wanna sing
can I sing wiff you
do your thang aint no thang
clap your hands
let the eople sing




Kokosing Your Song
Sing Your song for me
(Stick, bellow,groove)

He name is Bob
Short for Robert
but I names him
Bob
Not Roberto
or Robert
just Bob!
That he name.
He not funky,
him clean, But
sure can make ah 
song swing dough!

Rising Love

In my life you entered
stealthy and calm,
you gave me hope,
my world you changed.

With your beautiful look
you sent me on an adventure,
unknown sensations,
addictive and unexplored.

You drove away the monotony
with your mere presence,
a box of surprises
you made my world.

The hours run,
rest is not allowed,
when I'm with you
they seem faster.

I have lost my mind,
you are always in my head,
butterflies in my stomach,
yours is my heart.

Mulatto the Alligator

I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...

Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...

Yes, A very Good Contralto, 
Overly fond if Sweet Potato
He would eat with Mashed Tomato...

Harsh words for Irish Potato;
Yet harsh Teeth of Alligator:
In anger bites in their ghetto!

Rubber Toe

Who is the man with a rubber toe?
He is none other than Roberto.

Obliterate Sickness

R-emain
O-ptimistic
B-ecause
E-nhanced
R-estrictions
T-imely
O-bliterate

S-ickness
A-nd
N-asty
T-hreat
O-f
S-pread

Topic: Birthday of Roberto Santos (April 28) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Up To Their Name 3

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 take all your money
Roman just can't find a honey
Mat gets walked on by every bloke
Art can always paint a good stroke
Who knows how much Owen will owe
Roberto has a rubber toe
Frank doesn't beat around the bush
Jim helps everyone trim their tush
Just as before, it's now the same
These good folks live up to their name!

My Dad Roberto

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 could afford, he gave generously
Enthusiastically leading his home where I belong
Righteous in his prudence in his loving leadership
Tough on truth, yet verily compassionate and gracious
Offering his all to and for his by the Lord’s blessings.

*Psalm 52:1 …The goodness of God endureth continually.

June 16, 2019
Acrostic with name form

To Light the Spoken Air

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 restores the human soul
All prodigals return
New hope to melt the frozen dawn
And free the poet’s hand 
 
With letters stacked and dried of doubt
Their Muse cries out your name
As dark she waits for your next breath
  —to light the spoken air

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
    ‘Inspired by Roberto Rodriguez’

Grace-Beauty Midst Ailment-Sadness

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 His wisdom
How I nestled in his caring delight
Around his loving disciplined freedom.

Seeing Dad struggling, oppressed by ailment
Presses me for faith's fervent prayer zeal
Infirmities afflict but a moment
Since the Lord is ever-ready to heal*.

My father's sickness graciously demands**
My heavenly Father's beautiful hands.

*Psalm 6:2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

**The Almighty God called my Daddy Roberto Agustin to His heavenly home where there,Dad is healed completely whole on January 2, 2019 at 5:25PM (Philippine Time), almost eleven hours after this poem was posted. Indeed, "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints" (Psalm 116:115). To God be the glory!

January 2, 2019

1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 163" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on	2/18/2019.

An Adoption Made In Heaven

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 such a boy,
And when we set our eyes on him, he brought a special joy.
There still were many plans to make with people who were there
Before we could adopt this child and place him in our care.
But God seemed to be in it all, and soon all was in place
For us to go and get this child and see again his face.
Then something we could never plan changed everything so fast:
An accident that injured him, and soon his life was past.
We mourn, we hurt, we may ask why, but we know God above
Made no mistake through all of this, so we trust in His love.
God took this young adopted boy into His family,
And loved him so He wanted Him in heaven there to be.
And so the Lord adopted him and He took him up there;
We know we’ll find another one to put within our care.
Our ministry will still be strong though our Roberto’s gone,
And we will trust Him through our grief, and we’ll continue on.

Dedicated to the Smale family in the tragic loss of their adopted son, Roberto, in Honduras.

The Night Does Not Turn Off the Imagination

In the folds of the hills
Where the concern lies
And houses are put in the inclined land

The old lady, Manuel's mother
Of Jorge and Isabel
Lived Jaime and Isabel
Lived Jorge and Amanda his wife
Lived the widow of Roberto
The widow's teenager
lived Felipe and Luis 
Lived Alejandra
Until the February fire.
Now they live in another fold.

Roberto Devilliano

Roberto DeVilliano was from Chilliano
On the street of Kabill he met a killiano
And they hugged each other
one after another 
Under a lizard's nose they slept on a Milliano

To Find a Better Life

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 blistered feet to
leave the mixteca world
of Chiapas to become
a stranger in a strange land.


*Puente is a recognized form of poetry I crafted in 2008. For more information about the form look in the ‘Invented Poetry Forms’ section at this link::
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html

My Favourite Things

For Adeleke's Top Ten

                                                            Snow
                                                        James Bond
                                                    Will Shakespeare
                                                     Woman in Black*
                                                        Maria Callas
                                                    Roberto Alagna
                                           Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales
                                           Agnetha Faltskog from Abba
                                Shakespeare’s house, Stratford-upon-Avon
                                Drinks: Bitter, stout, Guinness, Benedictine

* Susan Hill's ghost story

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