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Monday, July 24, 2017

Last First Date (Tolkein's Dragon)

I wanted to be
your last first date

Unfortunately that
was not our fate

I am disappointed
that I could not
give you what
you needed

I am jealous that
my love with you
was so rapidly
succeeded

Still I wish
for you all
the love you
can imagine

May your
new love soar
as high as
Tolkein's dragon

May you
ever have
all the love that
you deserve

And may your
love be always
a glad and
happy verse

Forever shall
I carry a
deeply selfish
sorrow

That I could not
build with you
a more promising
tomorrow


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017


Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Poet's Soul

The poet's soul
is a curious thing,
sometimes cries,
sometimes sings.

At times a quivering
emotional jello,
others a loud
rage-filled bellow.

As soft as the down
of a new-hatched bird,
as sharp as the blade
of a samurai sword.

Innocent and child-like
in matters of the world,
crafty and cunning
in love's torrid whorl.

The poet's soul
is both gift and curse,
for we who paint life
in rhyme and verse.


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Mi Casa No Casa

Biracial at birth
Image copyright Positive.News.
back in the day,
back when it hurt,
a half-Mexican stray.

Not quite white,
not quite brown,
quasi-colored skin
with no proper noun.

Mi casa no casa,
I stood in between,
no hablo espanol,
no tengo a quien.

Never sure where I fit,
which culture to embrace,
getting by on my wits,
no race, no face, no space.

Mi casa no casa,
I had no place to go,
I blazed the trail I made,
and made my way alone.

Today it is different,
mixed is the new norm,
part this, part that,
new boxes on forms.

We of mixed colors
are taking the world,
for love has no borders,
and hair has more curls.



Mi casa no casa.
May that die with me.
Todos una raza,
el mundo nuevo esta aqui.


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017



Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Tombstones

She asked to meet my family,
so I took her to the cemetery.

I introduced her to the tombstones
of my mother and father,
brother, sister, sister-in-law.

I explained that half of my family is there,
so this is where half of my heart lies,
languishing in full blown eternity,
family memories moldering in the grave.

The graveyard was cold and snowy,
a fitting scene for a January day,
the nearby road buzzed with traffic,
overhead the sky was ashen gray.

We lingered not long.
It takes but little time
to commune with loved ones
who died and left you behind.

I knew that day
she and I would not last
for she had no experience
of family who have passed.

She could not fathom
the finality of family death,
had no sympathy or patience
for the graveyard's final rest.

She can never understand
until it is her turn to know
how half your heart can lie buried
under bitter cold wet snow.


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017

Monday, July 17, 2017

Innocent Love

Photo copyright Jill Atkinson, 2017
I remember innocent love,
the kind that had no questions.

Love that shone in our faces,
put the light of life in our eyes.

I remember being happy
over ice cream and a new toy.

When friendship came easy,
and trust was freely given.

I remember summer nights,
warm breezes, firefly chases.

Hot days of roaming the woods
looking for poor kid adventures.

I remember when smiles were genuine,
and lies were a terrible sin to commit.

And many days of holding hands
giving big hugs and doing small favors.

I remember innocent love
when I see my granddaughter smile.

When I hear her laughter
and watch her play.

I remember hope when
she says she loves me, too.

The unmitigated truth in her face
lightens my heavy old soul.


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017

Love Poems

Nobody loves
love poems
anymore

Who has the
time to care?

The demands of
work, children
family and friends
make romance seem
old-fashioned
perhaps even a
waste of time

We can't even be
bothered much to
meet anymore
preferring our dates
to be mobile
express and if
possible online

But I gave you
my time
my poetry
my attention
and my care
whatever else my foibles
if you needed me I was there

Yes, words are cheap
and love is hard to define
in poetry that most often
can't be coaxed to even rhyme

Still, I gave you my words
my heart and very soul
to say in worn out language
the things that can't be told

It wasn't enough
You found another
less poetic sort

Because nobody loves
love poems
anymore


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017





Monday, July 10, 2017

Love I've Thrown Away

You will always be
my worst regret
and best memory

The hole in my heart
where you once lived
may tear me apart

The words that I write
cannot redress
the loss of your light

You gave me so much
the best of love
your soft healing touch

Allow me to say
you were the best
love I've thrown away


© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017