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Remembering the day I brought you home,
Before I met you,
I had named you,
The lady said you were the last of the litter,
Because you tended to “kiss” everyone,
“Ahh,” I stated, “A real Romeo”
The name stuck, with time.
You were so cute and cuddly,
Loving everyone you met.

Remembering the days we played and played,
Endless days of football and running,
Never leaving my side,
Always on alert for a game or a walk,
Days of training until you became
The great receiver catching the over shoulder pass,
Finally after days and days,
Always trying to time it just right,
Then you did it;
You knew you did it,
Returning with that big grin and wagging tail.

Remembering the intelligence, dignity, and goodness,
You carried yourself with an air of confidence,
No person was an enemy or a stranger,
Always willing to shake your paw,
Make a friend,
Always willing to keep me company,
Being there in my gloomiest of days,
Brightening them with your big head on my lap,
Pawing me until you got my attention,
Then helping me reach happiness once again,
Patience with me like no other,
Oh I miss you so, Romeo.

Ah then came the need for a lady,
Juliette was picked just for you,
You were a proud Daddy,
Then they all became too much,
Growling them away,
Until only one was left.
Destined to stay with us,
Size and a slightly different demeanor,
Made RJ the right fit for our little family,
Although you growled when he came near,
He knew you loved him,
Oh Romeo, he loves you so much.

Remembering the days of traveling,
Oh how you loved to drive around,
Our van was more like your van,
We saw many things,
Traveling miles and miles,
Together, with you as the navigator,
Your paw on the armrest or on the window
Smiling at everyone that came around,
Making everyone smile at you,
Looking so regal in your throne.

I was always proud of you,
It was an honor to know you,
You will always be in my memories
Always in my heart,
We lived a life together,
Years of companionship and love,
Loyalty like no other,
You listened and taught me many things,
Mostly how to be a decent being,
As you displayed all your life here on earth.

I know you are resting in peace,
Dear Romeo, friend of mine,
Son like no other,
I will join you one day,
And we will play and play,
Football, fetch, or going on long walks,
Once again becoming a duo,
Separated no longer,
I look forward to once again be with you,
Love you always,
Romeo, my Rom-Dawg, my Rome,
Names I loving you called you,
And you always came.

Romeo
Remembering You,
Rest in Peace,
Mi Amigo,
Remember…All Dogs Do Go To Heaven

- Salvador Inocensio -

May 19, 2010

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Welcome;
This website or blog is the new home for the poetry, prose, and songs of Inocensio, a man born into these current times, and lives on this planet along with everyone else. Here I hope to “publish” for all to read, and appreciate, later it will, I hope, illustrate what life was like, for a person like myself, during the last half of the 1900′s and the early part of this current century. nlike a daily journal, I feel my poetry truly reflects the thoughts and reflections of a life on the late great planet Earth. In writing, this blog, I hope to gain readers, who will appreciate and comment on the subjects that I hold dear. Enjoy, read them as many times as you like, but please, leave something that tells me, you were here, and hopefully read something you enjoyed, agreed with or did not, a comment will open my mind to the thinking and ideas of others that live in these times and in this place.

Thoughts

Thoughts

 

They come and go,

Keeping me company,

Sometimes as vivid as a red tomato,

My best friends, understanding, with empathy.

 

Words without sounds,

Ideas, plans, reflections,

Sometimes just wayward words that pound,

Playing a drama, a future scheme, an action.

 

Images of memories,

Like a movie playing a familiar scene,

One of laughter, pain, full of stories,

A matinee with drama and love so new and clean.

 

Dreams, nightmares, dares, escapades,

From the past,  the future or the present,

Recordings of my mind stored for decades,

Until time robs the brain of its precious content.

 

Arriving in a flash with such energy and velocity,

So unique and fresh,

Occupying the mind, dancing within wildly,

Paying no heed to the present, the now,  the pulsating flesh.

 

Time changes these images of my mind,

Once they were an possibility,

As a child wondering what the future may find,

Now with maturity  they are a probability.

 

They come to me, making me see and understand,

My thoughts personal, my creation,

At times coming and going with no rhyme or reason,

Possessions of my soul,  lending a helping hand,

Bringing me sanity, strength, and  salvation

 

Salvador Inocensio  Aug/2007

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In Our Little ‘hood

In Our Little ‘hood

 

The sky is blue,
The leaves are green,
I love you,
You say I’m mean.

Life is good,
In our ‘lil hood,
Life is good,

Your so good,
You say I’m no good,
But life is good,
In our little ‘hood,
Cause we’re so good,
Together in our little ‘hood.

The sky is blue,
The leaves are green,
I love you,
Even though,
You think I’m mean.

Life is good,
In our little neighborhood,
Life is good,
In our little hood.

Creations of My Mind

 

 

Creations of My Mind

 

They come and go,

Keeping me company,

Sometimes as vivid as a red tomato,

My best friends, understanding, with empathy.

 

Words without sounds,

Ideas, plans, reflections,

Sometimes just wayward words that pound,

Playing a drama, a future scheme, an action.

 

Images of memories,

Like a movie playing a familiar scene,

One of laughter, pain, full of stories,

A matinee with drama and love so new and clean.

 

Dreams, nightmares, dares, escapades,

From the past,  the future or the present,

Recordings of my mind stored for decades,

Until time robs the brain of its precious content.

 

Arriving in a flash with such energy and velocity,

So unique and fresh,

Occupying the mind, dancing within wildly,

Paying no heed to the present, the now,  the pulsating flesh.

 

Time changes these images of my mind,

Once they were an possibility,

As a child wondering what the future may find,

Now with maturity  they are a probability.

 

They come to me, making me see and understand,

My thoughts personal, my creation,

At times coming and going with no rhyme or reason,

Possessions of my soul,  lending a helping hand,

Bringing me sanity, strength, and  salvation

 

Salvador Inocensio  Aug/2007

His Eyes

When Do I Teach

 

When Do I Teach

Monday, August 27, 2007

3:31 AM

You got me backed into a corner,

I came to “touch the future,”

To make a difference or two,

To touch young lives,

To teach, to reach out,

Help a young mind find the right direction,

But lately, I find myself wondering,

When do I teach?

 

CST’s, CELDT, GLAS, SABE, SKOWIE, NCLB,

Results testing, writing samples,

At least three times or more,

Who knows?  At times, I’m so confused,

And wondering everyday,

When do I teach.

 

In-services, district buyback days, training,

Staff meetings, grade level meetings,

Parent Conferences, student conferences,

Administrative conferences,  meetings,

 For every grade level, gender, age and race!!

All the while wondering,

When do I teach?

 

Open house, Back to School night, Carnival night,

Fundraising, field trips,

Lesson plans, collaboration, grading papers,

And piles and piles,

Of files of paper to file,

The whole time, wondering,

When do I teach?

 

I wanted to help children learn,

To do this, I’m on a quick burn,

Hours of pep, with no pep,

Keep up your continuing education,

Hours of study into the night,

Dedicated lifelong learners,

That teachers are,

Going to school day and night,

Wondering,

Will I be able to teach?

 

E.L.D., E.S.L., E.L., E.O., F.E.P.,

D.R.A., S.S.T., ISLIP,

Fe fi fo fum, don’t trip,

It’s a new year lets learn another acronym,

One more theory, one more new program,

Each year brings new curriculum,

Mastering each as fast as can,

Wondering,

When do I teach?

 

What? We’re out of time,

Another day is gone,

There’s no more time to teach.

 

The light at the end of the tunnel,

Is clear and bright at first,

With time it fades into dream,

Reality sets in and the dream bursts,

Into the classrooms of today,

Filled with government control,

We wake up and wonder,

When do I teach?

 

 

Salvador Inocensio /September,  2001

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You’re the Tequila in My Life

 

 Here’s to you,

The spice in my life,

Creator of our children,

Giving me reason for being.

 

Here’s to you, Frances,

Time is great for the best tequilas,

Through the years you have matured,

Like the best blue agaves,

Your strength, your best,

Comes from your heart,

You are the smoothest, aged, and wise,

You are the best tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like Cuervo Gold

You never get old,

Smooth but with a edge,

As with  Jose Cuervo,

You’re the tequila gold in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like a Patron Anejo,

Your always a favorite to your viejo,

Never bitter, always special,

As with Patron Anejo,

You’re that special tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

My special lady,

Like a longed neck Corazon,

You control my heart,

I drink your love in everyday,

Because you are that special Corazon,

A lady in the truest sense.

 

Here’s to you,

Like the fullness of Tres Generaciones,

Your history is filled with mine,

Your genuineness shows through,

Like this great tequila from Sauza,

You are the tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like the beauty of Tequila Rose,

Your beauty is not only your outside,

But the inner you,

As a rose blossoms with age, so did you,

Because you are the tequila in my life.

 

 

Here’s to you and all the best tequilas,

Many I have not tried,

As the saying goes, “So many tequilas,

So little time,”

Like tequilas, there are so many women,

But only one true love in  my life,

Unlike tequilas, you are the only one,

You are the only tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my journey’s end,

Let’s drink tequila blanco,

Casa Noble, Chinaco, El Viejito,

Herradura, Lapiz, Don Julio,

Tequilas as original as the first,

So fresh and transparent,

Like you because you are the tastiest  tequila  in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my smooth and caring partner,

I would like to drink  something mellower,

A tequila reposado, aged for over a year,

Cazadores, Oro Azul, Cuervo Tradicional,

Pura Sangre, El Charro, El Tequileno, Corralejo,

Refreshing, sweet bouquet, and beautiful color,

Is much like you,

You are the most sweetest tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my Panchita,

Uniqueness coming from experience and maturity,

Like the best, longest age tequilas, anejo,

Nothing compares to your style all your own,

Let’s enjoy the best together, chilled on ice,

Centenario, Cuervo 1800, Patron Anejo,

Tres Generaciones, El Tesoro, Chinaco Tamaulipas,

Are the best, longest age, smoothest,

Tequilas in the world,

Like you they are worth every cent, all the time and  strife,

Because you are the most unique, wise and beautiful,

And just like all the tequilas in the world,

You are the most intoxicating drink I have ever had.

 

 

 

Salvador Inocensio    August/2007