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Best Poems From
TONY R. RODRIGUEZ
(August 22,1977)
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a letter to the fallen Catholic
Judge more than tenderly of me.
Society whispers ideas that sink the virtuous ideals of
faith, hope and love—
especially those new ideas of yours.
Hypocrites! they’ll shout, but fail to spot their own character flaws.
Sellers of gory images almost two thousand years old! they’ll rave
during inebriated moments of selfishness and fear and loathing.
Get over it! they’ll screech until you submit and join their flock that
remains on the crooked asphalt,
birds scraping by on chunks of choice meal
a generous Catholic placed before them.
Dissect their words before you continue your judgment of Us.
I can see they’ve made up your mind.
But open your eyes and heart.
Lend me your ear.
If I’ve wronged you:
Tell me what I can do and I’ll work on it.
Understand my direct message when I turn the other cheek.
Do you believe that high above this world’s storms rides
the mighty Sun?
Do you take what you can in Life,
when you can—thus learning nothing of humanity?
Society continues to whisper as the divine pray for the awakening of
fallen angels.
My eyes tend to be blinded from time to time,
society being clever and false.
But I’m rooting for you and I.
And what now?
Who’s wronging who when insults are cast toward People who are
imperfect?
Everyone on this earth is fallible
and subject to making paltry life decisions.
You believe mankind is in the gutter,
living a brutal life Faith cannot help?
But It can help those who may seek a life better.
It has proven to be a most powerful witness.
It will engineer brilliance in humble form.
Lend me your ear.
Oscar Wilde was correct when he spoke of being in the gutter,
how “some of us are looking up at the stars.”
And on his BED he confirmed his Belief.
We pray for the belief in the humanity
this world should be working toward.
You may call me as you wish,
but I ask you to remove your blindfold before you do,
and block out society’s whispers and actions that tackle your mind.
I feel we should celebrate each other, even if you may not agree.
—Selah!
Tony R. Rodriguez
Read more: faith poems, believe poems, work poems, world poems, fear poems, people poems, hope poems, life poems, sun poems, star poems, angel poems
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a poem to the terrorist of email prosody
keep deleting my beats—
you crooked leech
you Faithless cyber-nut
you beaten pedophile of poetic thoughts
you pungent troll who hides behind computer keys you’ll never master
[because]
you’re too scared to write about life
[because]
you haven’t lived it
perhaps you should have
[taken notes,
taken advice]
from a madman belonging to a generation of
Faithless writers
who have more to say than you.
so keep clicking away on your dejected mouse
[you cowardly terrorist]
while [we] plug away madness too alive to fade.
address: brokeassstory@yahoo.com
password: “brokeass”
gifted creator: Tsubota
Tony R. Rodriguez
Read more: poem poems, life poems
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learning endeavors
Awake: Beep, ring, music, and the sounds that pummel.
Appearance ritual: Why should this matter?
(I grow old each passing day.)
Destination: Some paths taken, new roads dismay.
Focus: Reach your goal. Isn’t that why I’m here?
Failure: Not sufficient. One should open his ear.
Safe place: You’re right. Try harder is the key.
Rest: Set the alarm. Pray. It’s sad being me.
Why
do I
try?
Tony R. Rodriguez
Read more: music poems, sad poems
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the disappearance and the slow awakening
From her lips flew arrows I wish I did not Own,
And I felt such Affliction, with tears not Shown.
Compared I did the great loves of past Similar;
For once I felt such Elation in blessed Particular.
And now—thanks to foolish actions—I do Scour
From a Lamp whose contents will undoubtedly Sour.
Her name: quite common to those who’ve Heard.
‘Such splendor! ’ I, with a gleam, would often Word.
Strong was our Love and soon we Learned:
‘Together, such mirth! ’ we often Confirmed.
And so after years of joy and worth things turned to the Red:
‘Our Love remains a question’—a Sunflower once Said.
‘One cannot comprehend your thoughts and drive to be what it Is.’
Such rhapsody was lost in the interminable actions of His.
‘But does the plethora of angelic voices still chant in his Mind? ’
—Fond memories festoon in this Mind, well Confined.
So please pass from this poor soul you terrible Deed,
And restore Affection to this Milkweed—this I so Plead.
‘Be true and be Gold! ’ I one day fancy to AWAKE.
Tony R. Rodriguez
Read more: thanks poems, together poems, red poems, joy poems, lost poems, memory poems
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