Best Edwin Poems

SUDDENLY

There comes a time in our life
when we simply "must let go"
hoping that encouragement
has been our chance to show

That childhood must not remain
embedded in your mind
You are so much older now 
and in this chance you'll find

A new life does await you 
in the days...

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Edwin C Hofert

4-14-15

I was born in nineteen sixty the lion is my sign.
All my clothes were handed down there was nothing I called mine. 
There were six of us called siblings we didn't turn out too bad.
Raised by a single mother, raised without a dad.

I...

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Edwin Van Dusen

1831 - 1903


Come closer my friend
Come closer to my forgotten grave, 
Here in Clark Cemetery.
You’ll find me enclosed beneath the hardened dirt here,
Beneath the grassy terrain.
My soul enveloped in infinite dust,
Remains alive still.
I fondly remember Christmas time
And hunting birds of prey in Turnbull.
But...

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José, Edwin, and Josh are ready to claim the crown
Best team in baseball, they'll become renowned
Onward and upward
No stopping this herd
Forget the Yanks and Red Sox in their pretty ball gowns...

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He came 'floatin' down the river on a truck tire tube 
With a rag round his head that was dipped in Lube 
Hung sunglasses on. . .  held back by his ears 
Then he picked up a pen releasing the tears! 

Of all the...

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Whore  Edwin Hofert

Sure I'm on the right track both eyes set dead ahead.
The big threat to my future came from back behind instead.
Many of the ones I loved had launched their own attack.
You see the ones I trusted had a clear shot at my...

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It was not a decision taken lightly
When we found that our free servitude
Unrequited was by our chosen masters
With their metal monsters they had fallen in love
Growling,roaring and spitting fumes
Our nostrils filling with the smell of burnt sugar
Until that became an acrid stench
Drowning all the sweet...

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Yesterday Edwin, you wrote of the hoe

Today we write of the tractor.

Yesterday Edwin, a man faces the ground

Today he reaches for the starts.

Yesterday Edwin, an aching figure stands alone

Today hands reach around the world....

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Easy-going Edwin, the engineer, always had an excuse
Too hot, too cold, too short, too tall, coils in the oven are loose.
Chipper, animated, hard-working and lively at his work
But a sluggard, sloth, lazy bones at home; sort of a jerk....

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Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues; 
Ours are more intense. 
Gentle born ahigh and free 
Tougher raised from within a fence. 

Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky,
Elsewhere its polluted, they're more likely to die. 

By the highest mountain...

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