Eds Poems | Examples

Perchance To Dream

eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you wish to see another day
(after you brush your teeth and prayers say)
take care the place you rest your head
(a bunk-up in a hammock's best)
as the dreaded bed's where even angels fear to tread

what are you studying

What are you studying? I asked two co-eds.
One is getting a masters in tissue removal.
The other is getting a bachelor’s degree in pillowcase warfare.
Raising a whole new slew of questions.

Hot On the Trail

An old trail hand came upon a man,
His wagon was stuck in the mud.
He asked the man if he needed a hand,
He said thanks, my name's Delmar Crudd.

Well hello Crudd, I'm Benjamin Fudd,
I'm just your common Buckaroo.
I'll help you Crudd get out of the mud,
But you'll have to feed me when I do.

That sounds like a plan you old trail hand,
I'll take all the help I can get.
Once out of the mud I'll feed you Fudd,
We'll eat as soon as the table is set.

With a push and shove and help from above,
Crudds wagon was finally free.
Once the table was set, Fudd finally ett;
And rode off to the West towards the sea.

Then on the next day and well on his way,
Fudd came across a man with three wives.
Shared his water with wives, sons, and daughter,
The man said thanks, you just saved our lives.

We'd like to feed you and if you need to,
You can dally with one of my wives.
Said I'm a Mormon, named Edgar Norman,
I live by making and sharpening knives.

After he fed, Eds wife joined him in bed,
Oh what a night for Benjamin Fudd!
You can make a bet, he'll never forget,
Fudd was fed better by Ed than by Crudd.

Victor Davis Hanson Should Return the New Criterion's Edmond Burke Award

He writes op-eds for Fox and admires Don Bongino, Ed Henry, Brian Kilmeade,
Trey Gowdy, Bill Hemmer, Will Cain, Jason Chaffetz, Stuart Barney, Jesse Watters, Raymond Arroyo, Tucker Carlson, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levin, Pete 
Hegseth, Greg Gutfeld, and Lou Dobbs.
He predicted as a result of the 2020 election the country would be bitter, democrats would be blamed for making Trump into a monster, they would lose their power within two years and be considered a radical party.
He predicted that Biden would have no popular support, would not be able to put through any legislation, would never have a nominee for Supreme Court Justice and would eventually be relieved of his duties.
Even though most saw Trump as vulgar, uncouth, divisive and eccentric, Hanson would still vote for him. He saw Trump as a builder, dynamic leader, a regular guy from Queens and a better choice even with his bad boy attitude.

Movin' On Up

I once wrote Op-Eds for a regional daily paper
Until the new publisher thought me too liberal
He preferred to publish a sensational caper
Than alternative views, well-expressed, literal,
God forbid the public be encouraged to think
Or have the opportunity to read opposing views,
Which is primarily why many local papers stink
Filled, as they are, with advertisements and old news!
After a stint of eight years writing to a deadline,
Producing prodigious amounts of sound opinion
Although I have writing outlets and I feel fine,
The publisher has moved up to a lower dominion.

Written October 1, 2022

Tow-Eds

Are tow-eds formally cars that got hitched
To the back of a “tow-truck” or is it a myth
Not sure about that
Must Google that fact
Somehow methinks something got switched

The Rites of Spring

A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.

Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.

Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through 
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.

Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.

Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”

I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower. 

When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.

Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.

Crystal Ball

Colorful ribbons adorn her hair,
Reds and golds fluttering in the air.
You feel drawn towards her gypsy tent,
Summoned to a mystical event.
Time is enslaved in her crystal ball;
And calling on the spirit of Baal,
Lightning flashes in her stormy eyes.

Bamboozling you, she sells sordid lies,
As anticipation stokes your fears.
Leery, your confidence disappears,
Listening as she foretells of tears.

If They Could See the Real Me

'If only they could see real me' 
Wide awake at 2 am
What you doing on Facebook then?
Try to distract from aches and pains
Adrenaline rush through floppy veins
Morning light comes all too soon
Wish could sleep till after noon 
Wrecked from pain and fight to work
Staying put insurance perk 
Some days fatigue is too much strife
No energy left to win at life
Too much effort to get me fed
When all I want's to stay in bed 
Back feels broken, worn out disks
Just standing, walking has its risks
Light headed, dizzy, need a seat
Blood pressure drops to swollen feet 
Commuters shuffle, busy train
As fight own struggles of hectic brain
If only they could see real me
Inside out the pain they'd see
All while my fake smile generated
The real me hides not penetrated 'If only they could see real me' 
Victoria Payne September 2016 
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Keep Going

Keep going

Moves as lively as a sloth
Brain fog of a scatty moth
Stretch as long as crooked cat
Feel trodden on like front door mat

Race as fast as slowest snail
Pain chews through shortest nail
Wrists as heavy as densest lead 
Migraine sears through full up head

Fragile legs and shaky arms 
Crawl upstairs on knees and palms
But on I plough, smile keep going
Pain inside never showing 

Victoria Payne March 2015
(Mid flare up #EDS)

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Just Because

Just because I need to sit down
Don't look at me with frustrated frown
You never know what hides inside
The daily pain I try and hide 
Just because I look ok
Don't assume the pain's at bay

Just because I don't carry a stick
Does not mean I am not sick
Just because I get out of bed
Does not mean I don't feel dead
Just because I smile and talk
Doesn't mean it's an easy walk

Just because I go to work
Does not mean I sit and shirk 
I work my **** off just to show
I'm as good as any pro

Just because it hurts to clean
Does not stop me feeling mean
Just because I aim to please
Does not mean the pain will ease

Just because I speak my pain
Does not mean I'm sad as rain
I just need you to understand
It's not that easy to lend a hand

Just because I am disabled
Does not mean I should be labelled
I am me, one and only
Although somedays it's feels so lonely

Victoria Payne - January 2015
#EDS 

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Being Me

'Being me'  #EDS #chronicillness #Chiari #pain #fatigue

No rest in day, cant sleep at night
I've even lost my appetite 
No fix for me, no cure in sight 
No help towards my daily fight
The pain runs deep, too tired to weep
Fall back to bed in restless heap

"Stop being down, don't show your frown"
"Get outside, don't slip that crown"
"Keep on smiling, just fight through"
I hope you'll never have a clue
"It can't be that bad, it's just the stress"
That drives me mad I must confess
Don't tell me what I know's a lie
Torn body is my alibi
Just coz you never heard of this
Don't think it's fine to be remiss 

Genetic joints and bendy brain
I'd prefer it if you did refrain
From making out its in my head
You think I love a life in bed?
I pretend 'I'm fine' most every day
It's better for all of you that way
But on days like these I must confess
The act does slip, I look a mess

Some days I rest and be myself
Like scattered dust on ageing shelf 
Sorry it doesn't suit your mood
Or makes me sound in constant brood
I know that if you felt this way
"So sorry love" I'd hear you say
"I had no idea, not one clue"
"At how you cope with being you".

It Must Be Eds

'It must be EDS'

When your hip pain takes a dive
And you wake just half alive
When your neck slips out of place
And the pain spills on your face
It must be EDS
Thats put you to the test

When your back screams just from standing 
And your head explodes on landing
When Chiari pains your brain
Swells with thunderstorms and rain
It must be EDS
It's harsh I must confess

When your knees and ankles turn
Slightest exercise does burn
When you stand up far too quick
Feeling dizzy makes you sick
When you can't get out of bed
Or barely lift your head
It must be EDS 
Annoying little pest 

When your gut just won't digest 
Yet follow diet you detest
When your jaw falls out of place 
And every day you force your face
To smile and say 'i'm fine'
Yet your body draws the line
It must be EDS
That's made you feel so 'less'

When your headache's every day
And it's time they docked your pay
When you've done all that you can
But your career is down the pan
It must be EDS
That's got you in this mess


'It must be EDS' by Victoria Payne
June 2016
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Migraine At My Senses

‘Migraine at my senses’

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Sense early stages 
Background changes
Soon it bangs
Like sharks at cages
Neck so strained
Fight heavy brained
Lights too bright
Fog explained

Smells so sickly
Escalates quickly

Temples vice
Jaws like ice
Blindness takes
My own advice
Shut me down
I'd rather de-fence 
Furrowed brow 
Pain my one sense

Soon becomes insufferable
Far too long intolerable 
Silent cries as pain so raw
Pillow hard like cellar floor

Feeling buried underground
Imagination peakes I found
Then weak, can't move feel paralysed
Weak muscle beaten pulverised

‘Migraine at my senses’ ~ by Victoria Payne
August 2016

I Wish

I wish....

I wish you could see the pain inside of my happy smiling face
Like no pain that should be felt these days
In modern human race

I wish my pain could paint a picture, 
Colours shouting red and black 
I wish that you could feel the heat
As fireworks spark my aching back

In neck the burn is squeezing
Cheekbones and temples glow
The burn turns in to freezing
Teeth and jaw as cold as snow

To rest my head on softest pillow 
Akin to lying on brick
The pulse so angry in my head is making me feel sick
If I dare to try and move, just rise to sit or stand
The pressure it takes over
So lie back down before I land

My neck so tired so weak now
And blurry eye sight goes
I wish you could just see inside me 
Crown of head to aching toes.

#chiari #EDS Victoria Payne August 2015

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