Only a Little

By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in South Bay’s Neighbor 2014

There is a little devil deep within me
Who since my childhood refuses to set me free.
More often than not do I get into trouble
Morals and rules I turn into rubble.

What as great character my friends admire
Is just a mask of which I easily tire.
My thoughts from good to evil turn often
Only prayer can help my mind to soften.

Let’s be honest and it will be clear to see
That being human breeds idiosyncrasy.
It makes one wonder if even a saint
Fights Battles with evil if ever so faint.

To have a soul snow white and not charcoal gray
Is surely not the earthly way
That is reserved for life after death
So I really do not need to hold my breath.

Cards with Personality

By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in Great South Bay Magazine 2015

An envelope that held a pressed pansy
Surely managed to capture my fancy.
A friend from a long ago time
Still remembered this hobby of mine.

Often it is only at the end of the year
That from my lifetime friends I hear.
Our paths in life have gone a different way
But once each year in contact we stay.

In some cases came the year when it was too late
As they disappeared thru the Pearly Gate.
New people will slowly take their place
But never will I forget their face.

This season I did get 41 cards
From those who let me touch their hearts.
Knowing some for 50 years, it is hard to measure
What their remembering me gives pleasure.

I reminisce about the lives those friends of mine lead
While we all belong to a predestined breed.
All those people are still close to me
In my mind the incidents that merged us together, I see.

Although handwriting may fall further out of style
Please my friends, let’s keep it up for a while.
I promise to continue to put my personal touch
Into the notes to the people I like very much.

Realtor Quest

Realtor Quest
By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

The majority of people strive
A house to own a car to drive.
That little house with the white picket fence
Despite high expense seems to make good sense.

From there on along the line
Half of the buyers do just fine
Gaining in rank and income in their job
They upgrade to a bigger house and to the top.
Others get hit with unforeseen doom
With strangers they must share their room.

From the little house there is no grading down
So their next move is to change the town.
Less tax, less mortgage payments may do the trick
To home ownership they still will stick.

These ups and downs in people’s life
The personal up or downward drive
Give Realtors a constant reason to pitch
For involvement in a property switch.
There are the agents who only work for the buck.
I pity whoever with such an agent is stuck.
They make the I, I, I their main concern
Away as soon as the check is drawn they turn.

Try to find the professional
With the urge to please as well.
The one who not only sees the money from you
But considers your emotional satisfaction too.

It is not easy to please a client
Human nature suspects an agent to be defiant.
So the client thinks you work only for the financial gain
That he must watch out not to miss the train.

Contrary I just had proof
When a client called me to help him move.
It has been 18 years ago
That I sold him the house for a price a little below
By settling about a repair a dispute
With a few dollars and nice attitude.

The impression I then made has survived
Out of graciousness now profit arrived.
To be in the Service business you better have heart
It is more important than being super smart
Be helpful and truly mean to be nice
For empathy there is no price.
Service is my Business. Call me!

Cats and Me Miau

Miau Cat
Published in Literary Booklet
Massapequa Public Library April 2015

Cats have nine lives, so it is said
True or false I do not bet.
Nine careers has been my goal
For that I wager heart and soul.

Completed I have eight to show.
Each one has made experience grow.
Dancer, Clerk, Typist, Teacher, Flight Attendant,
Broker, Agent and Professors right hand.

At number nine from changes I will rest.
In hope it is what I do best.
Writing that is and I search for the style.
With luck, to prove myself, I will be given a while.



Published in Great South Bay Magazine October 2014

Fall made its debut

While winter tries its seasons suit

Summer was nice and cozy and warm

A few threads of agony in times of storm.

Spring each year comes and goes

It forever softens any woes.


Our personal spring lies in the power of change

We can regenerate and befriend the strange.

Freedom, pleasure joy and peace

Are ours to savor and need not cease.

How we feel and how we see life

Blends together with nature’s permanent drive.


As nature grants us its stunning display

We stumble through hope, lust, ecstasy or dismay

Not always happy with our given course

But like nature subordinate to a higher force

To be able to pulse as part of a whole

Shapes and nourishes the soul.

Winter Charm


By Alexandra H. Rodrigues

Published in Great South Bay Magazine 2014


Many praise the people do sing,

Speaking  of summer, fall and spring.

Why do we neglect father winter’s charm

When crackling fires keep us warm?


When snowflakes cover most of  the trees

Their glistening  whites the senses frees.

White is the color that innocence means

A snowstorm dust and dirt does cleanse.


I wonder who created the Snow Bird name

For those who avoid some imagined strain

A  snow bird for me is an Audubon

That enjoys  the East  Coast’s  year round sun.



I like that in winter the days are short

More time to meditate that does afford.

When covered in a coat like a Grizzly bear

I enjoy some frosty snowman fair.


Holidays with candles and glitter

Delight even the smallest critter.

The anticipation from season to season

Gives our creativity added reason.

So today it is winter that I hail

While on horse sled thru its wonderland I sail.


When the icicles mimic rainbows when hit by the sun

We should savor every moment and have some fun.

Winter in the East

Should not be looked down on, in the least.