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Richard Rodriguez Poem
A PACK OF SMOKES
A LITTLE TOKE
A LOT OF CHOKE
A DEFINITE CROAK
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Oh mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
woe would be the world without
thee,
you fed us when we were
hungry,
you clothed us when we were
cold,
you cooled us when we were
feverish,
and you held us when we weren’t
quite so bold;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the sorrow without
thee,
you pained at our
losses,
you jocund at our
gains,
you kissed all of our
booboos,
and bandaged all our
sprains;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
many would be the poorer without
thee,
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so you never owned new
shoes,
for that matter nor a
dress,
your hair was cut by your very own
hands,
so we could have the
best;
so mother oh mother oh motherly
be,
because of thee;
the richer, the wiser, the better are
we.
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Seven brave souls
left this place
for a hurried adventure
into space,
the shuttle that took them
was monstrous and strong
and those who built it,
thought naught
could go wrong;
but as Murphy would say,
and the fates decreed,
a disastrous adventure
it was meant to be,
for all the time spent
preparing the shuttle;
how easy it was
to overlook the o-ring
the size of a chip,
which lost its integrity
in the morning nip;
so seven brave souls
never made to space,
but in all our hearts
they found,
A permanent place
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Leaving the earth
an idea with
appeal
to all men of vision
this objective could be
real.
but at what cost
is it to
be
for the cost will be
far from
free
the sacrifices cannot be
measured
to achieve this
fated goal
will cost many of
treasures.
the cost will be more
than monetary means,
it may cost our sanity,
morality and perhaps,
even our souls it seems;
for what will be acceptable
just what will be allowed
when discovering a new planet
perhaps peopled by those
that might be proud.
would our manifest destiny
out weigh their
rights
would our needs and greed
succeed,
in repeating an early
American plight.
for like Cortez,
shall we conquer?
Shall we abandon our
humanity?
would that be proper?
who should be held
accountable?
who shall take this
Cause?
before we leave this world
we should consider and
pause;
create a new doctrine
one that would be fair,
for this is proper to do,
for whom ever may be
out there.
for being adjoined,
in a galactic community
of others,
should be our goal.
using ingenuity, integrity;
leaving all thoughts
of conquest at
home.
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The first I met you,
I knew it for what it was
no misconception, nor loss
of thought,
just this loving feeling
sanctioned,
by the heavens
above,
now you may pause,
with good reason
your soul, scarred
by past relations
that was displeasing,
but I am here to
say,
fate plays this
way,
I’ll bring you
kindness, friendship,
and lovingness,
every waking day.
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Sunrise comes for me
Buildings shade halts it’s progress
Sucky city life
My city sunset
Reflected off the buildings
Awesome to behold
Prey in the city
variety a plenty
Beware the stalkers
She sleeps peacefully
I watch admiring her
She tooted sweetly
Lost is my lover
She lays next to me in sleep
Distance is profound
Here my princess l
Innocent our love
Profound is the gap
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ENGULFED IN PASSION
My truth is my heart
my heart speaks the
truth,
so listen well for grander
Is our youth,
‘twas not long ago
yet so near to dear
that we met on that
silvery beach;
and as we counted the shells,
and the waves in the brakes,
and the stars that were within our reach,
something happened,
very slight at first;
but something was
definitely there
as we found ourselves
engulfed in passion…
and floating on the ocean
Air
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JUST AMERICAN
Oh to be called an
American
to have that title
to be that title
to feel that title
but alas here…
in my land of the free
that title eludes me…
ain’t it ironic
and iconic
that in any other land
of both friend and foe alike
that I am granted the right
to be called just an American
true and true
with no pre amble
to construe.
but here in my home
I am down graded
by an
Undesirable
un-satisfiable
unquantifiable
pre amble…
like Hispanic, African,
Asian or Black
Why that tact…
So I put it to you;
like you…
why can’t it be
in this; my home of the free
that I be called…
Just an
American
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A friend left this
place
not to long ago…
he was…
a kind, gentle, endearing
man
with a heart made of
gold
now some may see it
un-masculine
but I am not ashamed to
say
that I have had great thoughts
for this man
and loved him in
every way
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HOMELESS MASSES
I am just one of the masses
that you see in the underpasses
carrying the placard signs;
that may read;
disabled vet, homeless,
or feed me please;
but you’ve become adapt,
at avoiding our eyes,
and to no surprise.
for we’ve become invisible to all,
but the sainted few,
or those that need to feel sainted;
so some of us go hungry
while others go cold,
all the while
the elements take there
toll;
our hair is unkempt, our clothes disheveled,
our shoes have holes the size of medals,
and the smell;
well, what can I say,
you try walking in our shoes for a day;
so when you drive by, don’t avoid our eyes
see us for who we are,
acknowledge us from your car,
for;
I am just one of the masses,
that you see in the underpasses,
carrying the placard
sign
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