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.
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
Find the coolest breeze.
The most fragrant nectar
invites the buzziest bees.
And the flies of butter and the birds which hum,
Edwin James knew for such sweetness
they all promised to come.
In lowness a wind can blow harsh intoxication,
But closer to God may be heavenly 'proximation.
"Such color" they say, "such strength in powerful hue",
Or perhaps instead energy drawn from pain, ills or rue.
Oh Columbine speak with your pallette what say you?
Is your gift the intense or the Colorado blue?
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.
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 sounds and scents of nature
In the raw
Our fields they usurped
While we were driven into odd and idle corners
To become their playthings
For pleasure alone
No more did we strive together in mutual harmony
With our erstwhile lords
According to the laws of the cosmos
Divinely ordained
Now their homes at night pulsed with a ghostly glow
While by day their gazes were held on screens
With the digital pallor
Reflected on their faces
Totally immune to the cycle of the seasons
It was then we chose to withdraw
And quietly retreated to our spiritual home
Bereft and pining for that lost communion
Which had served man and horse so well
In the Creator's plan
There was no more for us to do
Than to commune with the divine presence
Until they were wrenched free fom their spellbinding devices
And needed our companionship
Once again
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
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 ' Boo-Hooing' I confess he's the best
Jerking our chains until "we" attest;
"Our hearts are so broken lost in this lie"
Edwin write a poem! You simply must try!
And soon there is singing quite happy are we
Edwin's moving his pen for you and for me!
So we'll keep on swooning and waitin to see
His new book release...The Big Number 3
1/22/16
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 of warmth and night
for by your coming home
That makes everything so "write"!
8/3/15
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Edwin seems to have disappeared again
I pray he is not lost in depression
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 now I sleep in this eternal death world,
In the eye of Orpheus
Staring downward ever downward
My eye lids inside this cushioned casket,
Flutter and wink again and again,
Wanting love
Or the beginning of an amazing thought.
The thought that I lived and loved,
That I experienced every day of my life
With a mad joy.