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Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez Poem
My Love, My World, My Life
My love, my world, my life…
With you beside me, I fear not.
Both of you are my sunrise
Bringing the light of God.
Your unconditional love
Never fails; your love is strength.
Strong enough to lift me up,
To give me hope in hopelessness.
To give me faith in time of doubt
And give me joy in times of sadness.
Your unfailing love sustains me,
It has not left me wanting.
You’re the gift from heaven
Unwrapped in Caleb & Iveliz
So,
I’ll continue the fight,
I’ll continue to have hope,
I’ll continue to have faith,
I’ll continue to have joy,
Because
My love, my world, my life
You give me strength to carry on
And look to the future trusting
That everything will be alright.
Copyright © Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez | Year Posted 2018
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Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez Poem
I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán
Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree;
The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked.
The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life;
Full of strength, an imposing specimen to behold,
It witnessed the struggles and strength of Urayoán.
Its colossal presence, silent, stoically stands,
Its arms stretched-out, locked-in with the other trees;
Its enthralling aura woos me to come in.
Leaves susurrating secrets as they fall to the ground,
Random leaf patterns spread alluring & cueing me;
They hummed & feathered as I shuffled through the dense mat.
The old noble warrior still fights on with its
Massive roots bulging in and out of the dirt
In an abstract ultra-slow motion, it grips the ground.
Seems like time has stood still, everything looks the same,
Time has stopped as a freeze-frame, motionless, suspended;
And the Ceiba tree still stands, living, striving and proud.
Copyright © Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez | Year Posted 2018
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Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez Poem
Leaping lilies leap after the morning rain.
They sleepily stretch seeking the sunny sun.
Silky, sassy spraying their scented perfume on the purple prairie.
Young, youthful lilies
frolic frivolously on the open field.
Then they too sleep silently under a starry sky.
Copyright © Roberto Rodriguez-Nunez | Year Posted 2018
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