Best Eva Poems
Miss Sunshine was her sobriquet, and she the golden child
All through her happy infant days she wore that winning smile
She loved the colors nature gave, but sensitive and shy
She suffered from the thoughtlessness of some at junior high.
So music was her salvation, she practiced all the while
And breathed new life into sad songs with unique wondrous style
And harmony came naturally, in shades of dark and light
As with her paintings and her song she kept her spirit bright.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
Then morphine -laced to ease her pain and lifted to her chair
She sang out What A Wonderful World and left pure magic there
Adored by friends and family, her last performed goodbye
She graced the notes with perfect pitch and heard her angels cry.
She never got that little house, dreamed of, by ocean's roar
She never sang out to the seas from treasured golden shore
The brigade choir out of sight down some yellow brick road
Sings clear with Eva clothed in white, in Toto's fields of gold.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
INSPIRED BY FACTS FROM THE BOOK - EVA CASSIDY- SONGBIRD
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT.
ON YOUTUBE - VALLEY OF THE NIGHTINGALES, LOUIS SPENCE
THANK YOU.
Eva Brick a rather large Shot Put girl,
Has a mean outlook and an almighty hurl,
Don't get in her way
Cause you won't have a say,
She'll pick you up and give you a twirl.
A vibrant, wild woman took center stage at every family wedding or party
Long, flowing locks even in old age, she always embarrassed her brother Artie
Once statuesque at nearly six feet tall, Eva was a sight to behold at buffets
Plate upon plate, she piled food so high; restaurant owners said she ate with craze
Bubbling with energy that radiated, this former beauty queen knew how to dance
As a child she led me to the floor; we’d Charleston! Wild woman sure could prance!
As a teen she’d fallen into Hudson Bay; she learned how to swim, suffered no harm
She repaid the favor by training nearly every Jersey Shore lifeguard
Her tales were many and some seemed tall, especially to a child so small
But the one about dolphins saving her from sharks could certainly enthrall
Her loudly ticking old-time video camera was heard each time I was in a play
She never missed a performance, though she may have stood in the audience’s way
And Bob Hope called her up on stage when she and her camera stole his show
In saintly splendor she revels now, still radiating that winsome glow
Dedicated to my dear Aunt Eva.
they stay up
to fill the cups
sit by the christmas tree
listen and sing jinglee
its there face light
that so bright
MOM AND DAD
ON CHRISTMAS EVA NIGHT
Eva Gabor
She is not around anymore.
For six years, she played Lisa Douglas.
Eva was a funny Hungarian-born lass.
Eva Sweenie swum in a raw
And made a she-fish her foe
Oh, each cursed each
A pig or a *****
They got a roe deal for sure
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Wearing four inch heels,fishnet stockings
And short shorts barely there
Eva strutted her stuff through town
Knowing all the men would stare
Most of the women condemned her
Never even knowing her name
They would have been surprised to know
Eva was just playing a game
Some how it made her feel special
Knowing they wanted what she had
But it was,"Look, but don't touch"
Eva never meant to go bad
No one knows what happened
It's just one day Eva didn't strut
The sheriff said ,"Something's wrong
I can feel it in my gut."
Three days later Eva was found
Her beautiful body bare
No more would she strut her stuff
For all the men to stare
they walk the streets
you hear the horn beat
on that nigh
of blinking lights
bell ringing
the crowd singing
on the wall the ball falls
everyone one largh gand
on
NEWYEARS EVA BANG AND RANG
this i won't share
wasn't times square
we watch it fall
while have sex around the wall
as i recall
it was a hot love seed
SEX ON NEW YEARS EVA
EVA SO FINE
I met Eva,
a flowered summer dress she wore
and she was looking so fine..
a brief compliment,
as time inst on my side...
says shes going west..
western suburbs..
i posed whether shes going..
to look for work or to look....
look for men..
she smiles shyly and..
ever so lightly punches me...
we leave promising to meet again..
for were best of buddies...
or is it best of friends.
Eva was looking fine..
and shes going ..
going to the western suburbs..
lewis k Nyaga
we' wer not insane
we bought champane
me and my lover
like no other
we had a sex ball
on televison watch the ball fall
out side its was a cool breed
we had great
SEX ON NEW YEARS EVe
LIKE A FREEZE DATE
Girl so dressed up
girl pleasant to the eye
girl covered to arouse the eye
girl candy of the eye
then came a cool chill
girl so cold now
girl shaking now
girl... i aint feeling well dia
oversize sweater offered
girl turns down the offer
for mustn't we look as eva
always so charming
hug offered
girl almost gives in
remembering virtue duly
girl accepting tight fisted hand clamp
girl look into my eyes
girl unable to hold gaze
girl - desperately free your hand
girl just saw her future.. in his eyes.
Lewis k Nyaga
01/19/2015
My Eva
Under a blue sky
Cloudless, fresh, warmed with gentle breezes,
Light air brushes her hair,
Wisps waving softly by her face,
Eyes alight with a smile
This is my Eva
Alive, full of life, bringing warmth
To my heart
Oct 2021
Mother day what would you be the mirror of or minds
would you shatter like a mirror of our face if the
sticks and stones broke your heart or would all the
kings men put you back again, would you be a
ballerine dance''s in the sky just to say HI. would
you fight on for the women on Mothers DAy or
would you be president, with cuts of glass on
your face and lance our hearts, would all the
creator men but all the people on paradise
back together again.would you roll the dice
even for men, for a mother on mothers day
is for all the presidents and men, soldiers
we need, would you teach to forgive, what
would you do on FAther DAy. no cost from
I and yes yets have FAther DAy also, a
endearment in clouds for spirit of pure
love man s treasure the spirit , the creator