Thursday, July 14, 2011

Guardians of the Sea and Riders of the Waves

RAA announces an exhibit: Guardians of the Sea and Riders of the Waves.
sTudio 7 @ Fort Tilden  Saturday, August 27 and Sunday, August 28
to bring to life Rockaway beach scenes that portray a moment in time on our peninsula, whether from the past or present. They are seeking vibrant images of Lifeguards, Surfers and all images that contribute to celebrating the beach life on the peninsula of Rockaway, Queens, NY. Three poems I have penned say a bit about my feelings and thoughts I have for our stretch of sand and ocean.

Surfs Up!
Jump on the train marked “A”
Ride it to Rockaway
When you get here you can tell
That is the Ocean you smell
Just a short walk and you’re  at the edge
Your heart pounds like the beat of a sledge
Your step quickens and your wind gets short
Scope the scene till you spy the sport
All the lads are at Bell”s beach
Just a short distance to reach
Now you’re here and you can’t wait
Man these waves are looking great
Wax your board
Check your cord
Enter the water and head on out
Till you see the wave that’ll make you shout
Surfs Up and I am too
Going to hang this wave till it’s through
Then again and again all the day
I’ll fly the wind in Rockaway

Beach Day
Blue skys up above.
Blue eyes full of love.
Skys of blue free of clouds
to the beach bring the crowds.
Days of warmth with breezes soft,
lure the gulls to soar aloft.
Freckled faces, rosy red
play in the sand till its time for bed.
Ocean waves rise and fall.
Surfers ride and have a ball.
A man or two with poles of glass,
stare at the ocean till the day does pass.
If one is lucky and lands a fish,
I'm sure he'll sigh and make a wish
For another great day!
in "ROCKAWAY" with
Blue skys up above
and freckled faces full of love.

Monster Wave

Tis the season of gales and canes
Fierce winds and tropical rains
A time when most keep a wary eye
Upon the changes in the sky
While others gather at the ocean’s edge
Watch together and vow a pledge
To be afloat and ready to fly
When the monster wave they finally spy
I caught such a wave a while ago
Thought to the bay we would go
It was big the biggest I’ve seen
For real or in a dream
I never made the bay
But I had a perfect day
So to the ocean’s edge I will return
To peer deeply as the surf does churn
 It is there out upon the horizon
Another monster wave is arising

Monday, July 4, 2011


Another 4th of July arrives and we all are reminded of how blessed we are to be part of this great nation. 235 years of freedom and still greeting eager aliens to our shores. 

Bands playing flags flying heads held high
We all are proud as the parade passes bye
A young father holds his child’s hand
Salutes the flag and cheers the band
The smiles on all the folk’s faces
Attest to our nation’s many graces
There standing tall is a man of years
Gleaming with eyes full of tears
He knows the price some have paid
For those here to enjoy this parade
Also aware there will always be
Brave Yanks that will keep us free
To our Lord and God give thanks
He  has been  Is  and will be with
Ed Broderick

Friday, July 1, 2011


Today I was with a friend who received the sad news of the loss of a close relative. Thou it was not unexpected it was a shock and very very sad. Words do not come easy at times such as this and just your precence is comforting to the person who has suffered a loss. Later this afternoon I sat and penned this poem hoping to extend some bit of comfort to my friend.
Such a small word means so much
Can change your world with just a touch
Everyone feels its pain in their own way
Many fall to their knees and pray
Some with sobs and wails of grief
Others with silence and memories deep
The youngest child to the eldest kin
Together their healing can begin
Now is the time for a big family hug
Petty old hurts sweep under the rug
Life is too short to carry a grudge
No one here qualifies to be a judge
Recall the good times from the past
There are many and will always last
 Loss is a small word means so much
LOVE also small means so much
Ed Broderick