Tribute Eve Poems

Roger Ebert was a consumate wrter and movie critic.
Internationally and in Chicago, where we met after
the Chicago Riots.
Each New years Eve, all his friends and...

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TEACH THE CHILDREN THE ALPHABET 
 A Dedication to Child Advocate Poet Teacher Eve Roper

It's up to us, the parents and other adults
What has happen...

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Before the sunrise
Of Thanksgiving morning in Michigan

I test out loud
At the kitchen table
A few of my poems to my golden retriever
Who sits and listens with...

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In the dead of night,
I heard the cry of death;
A shrill cry it was, 
But a faint cry,
As of a heart fainting of strength.

It oozed...

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Blank canvas
lies naked, cold and pale.
Master painter
paints a dream,
so a man without sight can see.

Master painter's palette enchants.
Sleeping grey pigments weep,
flowing crimson reds drip as
mellow...

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Eve, dear Eve, you are such a sweet lady
My heart skips a beat when you write me, oh baby!
I tingle and squirm
And mess up my...

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Eve T.M.M. is a sweet Canadian gal
A product of the wild wild west
Living between Edmonton and Calgary
Imagine as a cowgirl she's dressed

Riding frisky stallions and...

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It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on...

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Continued from Part 1....



I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,
He was cloaked in red...

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It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on...

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The day pales, kept alive only by the radiance of the snow
Fading rays cascade across the pristine fields
Casting shades of pink and blue in final...

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