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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
Fall and
red yellowing
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting
on a bench
watches them
fall
and thinks of his youth
a youth
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling
red yellowing leaves
and googles
the future
of trees
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2014
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
our hearts are one
our breaths are one
our thoughts are many
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
two shoes
under the chair
waiting
for somewhere to go
and someone to go with
looking lonely
but only
just waiting
for the weather
to clear
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2013
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
two sneakers frayed jeans sweatshirt with hood
thrown overnight on the floor
waiting lazily just for
another chance at glory
and story
time fame
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2014
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
my shirts and shoes
are wearing out -
and they tell me
I am too
I patch and glue
to make them whole -
but fail
to make them new
I have holes in my soles
and frayed treads on my edges -
but manage
for the most part to get through
until one day
they say
it will all fall apart
hopefully all at once
I pray
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
old age is wonderful
I get to fumble around my apartment and find things
I never saw before
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2019
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
the rain fell
outside
dogs and cats
Sunday
was late in coming
rolled over in bed
played dead
until a red
long haired cat
named Fred
sat
on my head
and my face
turned red
then a stray
mangy yellow dog
named Yellow
decided to play
with me
chased Fred away
and decided to stay
his body heat
was hot
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat
named Frank
chased Yellow
outside to the riverbank
Frank the cool fat black cat
started to scat
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
his blues
went straight
to my head
then Yellow and Fred
returned
with guitar and bass
and played backup
to Frank
while I played the bed
to save face
it was all
going swell
until my neighbors
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune
on the wall
and called the cops
they broke down
the door
and took away us four
along with our instruments
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon
we sped
it was in a cell
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
to trot
and started our prison band called
not
me two cats and a mangy dog
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2013
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
ashes in an urn
a lovely new urn
whose ashes are they
who was burned that day
what races
what religions
what sexes
what nationalities
maybe they’re all mixed in
ashes indistinguishable and
undiscriminating in one
could there be hope
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2018
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
I found myself
a good wee bottle
of 10 year old Irish whiskey
under my wee Irish down pillow
that must have been placed there
by the wee good leprechaun
tooth fairy
I could not bring myself
to hurt her wee feelings
so I opened it up
and drunk my wee Italian self
down to sleep
counting 40 pink plaid
wee Irish sheep
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2014
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Rudolph Rinaldi Poem
I sit on my chair and travel the world
I turn off my TV
And cry
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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