Chi Chi Rodriguez made golf fun to watch
He’d sink a crucial putt
Then throw his hat down over the hole
and do a spirited dance around it
A smile overspread his face
a silent tune flowed through his veins
His dance inspired fans to cast off their inhibitions
and join him in joy unrivaled
Taking a sport of fiercely guarded emotions
blowing it wide-open
laughing in the tense face of tradition
37 Tournaments wins
First Puerto-Rican inducted into Golf’s Hall of Fame
~ put his uptight compadres to shame
We said ‘goodbye John’ today
What should we say
A Brave Yankee he was
Creating buzz
Announcing home runs in the air
Using a style entertaining, sparking flair
Turning a routine afternoon affair
Around
Toasting Pinstripe town
Even if the team was down
Jeter, Rodriguez and Judge
Success never budged
Standing strong
Waiting for the Liza and Frank Song
Written by Kandor and Ebb
Famous on Broadway many said
But giving a Sterling performance
Made everyone sing and dance
Line up had the creative look
Radio listening enjoying the personal hook
Seemed written in the playbill book
Holy Cow!
Is where he is now
Hearing how bout that
When at bat
He gets the call
Joining Phil and Mel watching baseball
R-ight
U-nderstanding
B-rings
Y-ou
R-eality,
O-nce
D-efective
R-easoning
I-s
G-one
U-nder
E-rror
Z-one
©bfa053125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Ruby Rodriguez)
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
change.
Instances of tempted moments held in my head, forgot how it felt to roam on our old
homestead.
When thinking, sat sleeping for mere moments just to spend.
Up ahead, inside a booth, perhaps it'll contain you.
The day repeats; this place is the same.
To think that I'll see you again.
I have not before. Perhaps today's different; please
broaden my perspective.
I've been daydreaming of red lips and Cleopatra's eyes.
I plead to the god of romance, let me please spend me this time dreaming of red lips
and Cleopatra's eyes.
I ask for too much; this, yes, I know.
Happy and go-lucky, Independence freed.
Don't let this toll toil and dream of taking from me.
Written on Dec-1-2023
© William Paul-Eric Rodriguez
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 him in the hymnal.
I couldn’t find him in the Bible.
If I mislaid keys, you’d ask,
“Where did you put them last?”
I am not sure where I put Christ last.
Even if I knew, would he be there still?
Or would he have simply wandered off?
Maybe to watch over a falling sparrow,
or to catch fish while strolling across a lake,
or to salvage another stray sinner like me?
Should I nail a “Missing” sign
next to a lost cat poster?
Or maybe offer a reward
on the side of milk cartons?
I hope I find him soon.
I’m feeling lost myself.
(First published in Spirit Fire Review, October 2023. See also my poems “Salvation in an App Store” and “God’s on Mute.”)
(Image by Monica Rodriguez on Pixabay.com.)
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 cloth
Nurses attend my call.
Money, plenty stored in banks; earned
Through few working years,
With laughter, work, fun and toil
No tissue for my tears.
House is a mansion adorned with art
Crystals from round the globe,
Left behind for this single room
With a bed and hospital robe.
Salon, I frequented; makeover my hair
Prided its delicate touch,
Time has changed, my head's now bald
Not a style I loved so much.
From five star to five star, I'd move my days
To dine or celebrate,
Now, I'm moved from bed to lab
Back again to isolate.
Private jets with ease I flew
From place of work to home,
Then a holiday on a cruise enjoy
But now I frequent the dome.
Nothing matters: no not wealth, delight,
Good times, pomp and fame,
Welcome home
And comfort me
Today
Dear Rosanme
Come and join me
Love dose
After prayers of prophets at home
No one will separate you and me
from Monday
You will turn my house rose
Strong parfum to my nose
daily
Visitors will sense it mostly
At our main entrance
Everyday
Happiness will rise superbly
In our family
As...I Say
Well known couple from that Monday
Which will be a blessed day
To you and me
Lesbian and Gay
Will astonish on our marriage day
At home
To see saulmates of the first Monday
Of the year till to the last day
Of life.
March 14/2023
Written for contest sponsored by Kim Rodriguez
"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 company siloes are full.
Siloes can be a fortress; old siloes merely provided storage.
New siloes destroy team effort during pandemic lockdowns.
Siloes hinder
communication observation
participation integration
expectation motivation
accountability
February 17, 2022
Contest: Buzzwords
Hostess: Kim Rodriguez
Note: Anna Sundt is a an award-winning artist and graduate of the Glasgow (UK) School of Art. She is Chartered Occupational Psychologist and Associate Fellow of the British Psychological Society. She founded ABSTRAKTOLOGIE and creates unique pieces of art to take you forwards on your journey... Their mission is to create original abstract art to share lessons in living well.
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 known you wouldn’t be here
We would have had your celebration of life party a weekend earlier
If I would have known you wouldn’t be here
I would have locked the doors and kept everyone out of our house
People say time heals all wounds however, these wounds still hurt
People say you are pain-free however, we could have controlled your pain
I am happy you are in heaven with your family that left before you
I am overjoyed that your cancer is gone and you are a healthy man
I am thankful for every second, every moment, every day we spent together
Guess what else? I am mad I am sad; defeated because we couldn’t save you
And yet I know you are with God and that death is an amazing part of life
You are saved, you are whole, and you are still you
I miss and love you baby
Simplemente Gracias
Ismael Carl Rodriguez 03/08/'64-07/04/'20
Written on 10/25/2021
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 those whose rigid rules destroy our memories
C asting our will, our dreams, our freedom aside
R elinquishing our growth as a nation to thrive freely.
A fghanistan you lay like the wounded warrior that lied
C alling out “I can no longer fight, I must hide” for me to be.
Y ears have come and gone too long, as our history is no longer the prize.
G lory to god to protect our children as they live with tyrants,
O ligarchs and kings that take food from their mouths.
N othing under our sun will shine in this moment of violence
E xcept silver bullets shot with hate to scare our souls to bow
Sept. 2, 2021
Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
sponsored by Kim Rodriguez
L-ines
A-bout
D-elightful
Y-ear
L-et
Y-our
N-ame
R-ightfully
O-ffer
D-ivine
R-emembrance
I-n
G-lee
U-sing
E-ssence
Z-one
Topic: Birthday of Ladylyn B. Rodriguez (March 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The label I hide on the wine bottle
The shadows on the wall appear each day
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise
Little ghosts come out and scamper away
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine
Swells of waves crash onto shores and recede
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
The sun and moon dance to passage of time
New Poem
November 2, 2020
Collaborate with Me Contest
Kim Rodriguez, sponsor
R-emain in the safety zone,
U-nder the health protocol;
B-e neat and clean as you use
Y-our medical alcohol.
R-emain in the safety zone,
O-bserve the hours of curfew;
D-efend your own life from
R-abid bacteria, virus, and flu.
I-n the community quarantine,
G-overnment won't let you groan;
U-nderstand what is happening,
E-njoy days in the safety
Z-one.
Topic: Birthday of Ruby Rodriguez (May 31)
COYB
R.A.D
Rodriguez
Allan
Doucoure
The new modern day Holly Trinity
Thank you
Mr Fantastico
Sir Carlo Ancelloti
Liverpool's real people's club
are back baby
And we bleed Royal Blue
not red
It's in our D.N.A
In our heart's
In our soul's
Everton born till we die
L-et
A-crostic
D-edication's
Y-early
L-ines
Y-ield
N-atal
R-egards
O-f
D-elight
R-eading
I-nspiring
G-reetings
U-nder
E-normous
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Ladylyn B. Rodriguez (March 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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