Best Edie Poems

The Lost Years

EDIE

Edie looks well for her age,
Hard to believe she’s almost 94.
A widow wife these past 72 years,
Lost husband Bill, in the 2nd World war.

Bill was presumed killed in action,
Though his body, was never found.
Silently she grieved all these years,
Was he lying, in unmarked...

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Here are six tales of six relatives of mine
Now all have passed in the passage of time
Mostly seen through the eyes of a child
Poetic licence used for I’m no Oscar Wilde
~~~
Aunt Ada and Aunt Edie were a scary pair for me
Ada wore a real...

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A Mother's Heart

She brought this babe
Into this world with such care,
A life full of hope and dreams
Nothing will happen to him...nothing would dare.
She sends him to school
And days filled with little league,
Never a thought he would
One day leave dressed in fatigues.
That day came too soon
A...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their...

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You were born in 1919 in Trenton, New Jersey,
Television would be your medium for comedy.
Your first appearance to the public was in 1950.
This was an early morning show broadcast by NBC
Preceding “The Today Show”, it was called “Three to Get Ready”.
Over the next several years,...

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It was many years ago
Mar and I tied the knot
And the good times were many
And the bad ones we forgot

Had Erin; Ellen; Edie
So we upped the people count
And then, each of them, in turn
Added more to the amount

We’re here now to celebrate
Something of momentous size
Marlys...

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"Somewhere there's somebody who looks just like you do
Acts just like you, too, feels the same way
Somewhere there's a person in a faraway place
With a different name and a face that looks like you" 
- Edie Brickell, The Wheel.


From the sixth floor of my office,...

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A bird’s eye view 
conversation overheard in a park 
somewhere near you


Hey, Ori ... what’s up?

Nothing much, Marque.
Just flying low, bro.

Big Ollie, the Ruby Cleaners rooftop dove,
shared some bad popcorn news.

Oh, yeah. What’s the latest bird flu blues.

He said that fake plague sho’ feels real.
I...

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Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their...

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I awoke to a clashing and clanging coming from my kitchen; in the hallway, I did stumble upon a frying pan.  A cautious peek revealing nothing left me to grab that frying pan for self-defense, should I need to bestow a slam
upon the head...

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Turn down the lights
This night our love flows free,
Hold me close
And dance with me.

Candle light glowing
Your scent makes me hungry,
Feeling your warmth
Please dance with me.

My fingers in your hair
The music soft and dreamy,
Your hands upon my hips
Come dance with me.

Your mouth close to my ear
Singing...

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“I must have gotten that from you”
That’s what my daughter Edie said
In reference to her perfect feet
Which I so often said I had

 My math class is easy for me
“I must have gotten that from you”
That’s what my daughter Erin said
Taking calculus at the U.

My...

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UNDER THE GLASS CEILING part 1

Mary and Angelica ,ladies of great renown
Painters extraordinaire in Ol' London town
Still life,portraits & history on a grand scale-
Left out of a group painting because they were not male !

NOTE Mary Moser & Angelica Kauftmann help to found the R...

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Edie cries for everyone, thrown into bins
Dylan cried the blues
Joni parted yellow curtains

At The Chelsea this afternoon
overpaid prophets,
socialites and sattelites collide.
Take me away
bring me back to that Chelsea.

Broken free will combusts,
change your frame,
carry a shudder
but hold on so tight,
grasp irrelevant notions.

Keep everything at bay,
when the...

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Why is it I was blessed
Im sure Ill never know,
But fate chose me
With a precious gift to bestow.

For you see I was not aware
Of the treasure I was to hold,
A warmth from deep within
Saving my heart from the cold.

I hope I will always be worthy
And...

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