At the Spitfire factory love was found
Not long before off to war I was bound
To do my duty to God and all those
Whose lives were dreadfully threatened by foes.
I joined the army, though aptly afraid
Meeting up with a brave band of comrades
There I trained to become an engineer
Fixing motors, an army gadgeteer.
It was horrific in the mist of war
Sounds of bombs exploding, gunshots galore
Sleep didn't come comfy, the nights were unkind
Missing home and the love I'd left behind.
We were married when I came home on leave
Soon some sensational news I received
Our first, and only child was on the way
Joy filled my heart on that historic day.
War ended, our family was complete
I held the son I'd been longing to meet
From that day on life was pure utter joy
For me, my wife and our bonnie young boy.
* * *
Walter Edmonds
Categories:
edmonds, absence, conflict, love, war,
Form: Rhyme
“A poet brings a scene to a reader’s mind;
a painter puts the scene in front of your eyes.”
~ Beryl Edmonds*
Poets dip their pens in black ink
Verses are written in the blink
of an eye on paper
But like a landscaper
An artist brushes skies pale pink
Poets use imagination
for each poetic creation
Painters rely on eyes
to see and recognize
Scenes that lead to captivation
*Beryl wrote that quote for me on a comment
she made on my poem, 'His Feathered Image.'
Thank you for always being so gracious, Beryl.
Categories:
edmonds, perspective, poetry,
Form: Limerick
Teen Earth Angel:Collaboration:Panagiota Romios and Beryl Edmonds
Teen Earth Angel
The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that first precious date night
It truly turned out to be love at first sight.
Still, after years of angelic married bliss
I recall magic moments of our first kiss.
In the very bottom drawer of my golden vanity
An etched crystal box, sparkles as the sea.
Petals of a rose corsage, worn on a once teen wrist.
Scents, that make my cheeks, a gloriouus
amethyst.
Love for you is pure as the day it was born
Though my feathers have become tattered and worn.
At sound of your voice my heart accelerates
It takes me back to that fantastic first date.
***
Written - 28th February 2024
Categories:
edmonds, angel, imagery, joy, memory,
Form: Free verse
The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that first precious date night
It truly turned out to be love at first sight
Still, after years of angelic married bliss
I recall magic moments of our first kiss.
In the very bottom drawer of my golden vanity
An etched crystal box, sparkles as the sea
Petals of a rose corsage, worn on a once teen wrist
Scents, that make my cheeks, a gloriouus
amethyst.
Love for you is pure as the day it was born
Though my feathers have become tattered and worn.
At sound of your voice my heart accelerates
It takes me back to that fantastic first date.
Categories:
edmonds, cute love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
A follow-up to Beryl Edmonds
"A Flying Romance" 02/11/24
Gourmet Grasshopper
After the spider made lunch of the fly
A curious grasshopper leapt on by
He told the fly with gusto
I really now must go
to dine on my worm and centipede pie!
Categories:
edmonds, humorous,
Form: Limerick
There was a fly who fell for a spider
He made her tummy churn inside her
She entered his web
Thought she’d be wed
But became just a meal provider.
Written by: Beryl Edmonds
******
After the spider made lunch of the fly
A curious grasshopper leapt on by
He told the fly with gusto
I really now must go
to dine on my worm and centipede pie!
Written by: Robert Gorelick
******
Categories:
edmonds, confusion, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Yesterday afternoon on March 22nd, I had the paramedics transport me to the Emergency Ward of Swedish Hospital in Edmonds, Washington. And I was diagnosed with Lymph-edema (swelling of the legs) But I praise the Lord for there being no leakage! I did request prayer for me and my family on All Poetry!
If you access this, please pray for my family and for me.
I have to make a followup appointment with my PCD (Primary Care Doctor Kapil Gangwahl) when my home care worker from (Cathletic Community Services) is able to take me on a Thursday. Her supervisor is going to instruct her to take notes from my appointment. But both of my workers are going to try and walk around the building with me.
I sincerely hope and pray to God, our Heavenly Father in Jesus name, will heal my family and for me! He has already healed me from an ovarian cest on my right overy and from Calcification of my left breast! "Let all that has breath, Praise the Lord from whom all blessings flow!" "There by the merciful grace of God go I!" more latter on 3/23/21
Categories:
edmonds, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
You’ve always been the quiet wind,
Filling our sails on the sea of life.
The silent rock of our family,
That eased our pain and strife.
Your heart beats the drum dance;
The four corners of the wind.
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds,
A devoted mother and friend.
She has stitched on life’s pattern,
Of our family’s quilt with love.
With gentle and caring hands,
She sewed her qualities thereof.
And in the loom of family,
She’s the stitch that’s kept us together.
She’s our divine sinew of life,
Stronger than a raw piece of leather.
She’s persevered the winds of life,
With her strong but silent hope.
She’s endured the winds of time,
As immovable Mother Oak.
_____________________________
Dedicated to Genevieve Edmonds,
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds.
Categories:
edmonds, dedicationmother,
Form: Quatrain
It’s Oklahoma’s Native son,
Blessing us with the beauty of words.
As his inspiration is set to verse it,
Stampedes our minds like buffalo herds.
The rhythm of the pen is felt,
As his haiku’s are cleverly composed.
With passion and true emotion,
As the love of his heart’s exposed.
He’s a true Sooner at heart,
Crimson & white from head to toe.
His American flag proudly waves,
As the strong Oklahoma wind blows.
He’s indigenous to our region,
With a vast love for native land.
His name is Steve Edmonds,
And a master of the shorthand.
____________________________
Dedicated to a friend of mine and
a fellow souper, Steve Edmonds.
Thanks for your ongoing support.
Categories:
edmonds, dedicationlove,
Form: Quatrain
A Caddo heart stopped beating,
On October nineteen ninety-seven.
The Social Dancing head singer,
Has transitioned into Heaven.
With a great ear for music,
The Turkey Dance rang aloud.
And the beating of the drum's,
Rhythm moved the crowd.
With a well of traditional stories,
He’d begin and others sang along.
The seasonal dances forever yearn;
The keeper of the songs.
______________________________
This is a tribute to Wimpy Edmonds.
The last member of the Caddo tribe,
who new all the traditional songs.
The lead singer and head drummer,
for Native American music at Pow-Wows.
www.texasbeyondhistory.net/tejas/voices/today.html
Categories:
edmonds, native american, nostalgia,
Form: Ekphrasis