ENVY

POET’S         PORTAL           

ENVY

Need    Want   Desire    Craving

Are these  stages of Greed

Since day one we all have a natural need

For the basics of life which must be met

Then come things we would want to get

Normal reaction to the goodness of life

Posessions Positions to gain without strife

To be inspired by another’s success

Can be a plan for those with much less

Desire and craving are not just a dream

They can be part of life’s scheme

The path  is there for all to travel

Setbacks puzzles to unravel

The key to life’s quest

Is work. WORK and do your best

Envy is jealousy at its worst

Your hopes and dreams it will burst

Next step down is Greed

From which you can’t be Freed

Ed Broderick

                   



BIG BUCK Little Doe

 Two outs game almost over

Get the win you get the clover

Grown men play sports and reap fame

Lads dream to be tops in the game

Only a few excel to such heights

Most must settle for dream filled nights

While the pros sock it away

Wannabees long for their day

A huge group of others

Sisters and brothers

Toss and turn in their sleep

Go to bed with little to eat

These are the poor who have no dough

What to feed the family they do not know

Some are without sandal or robe

While relief is sent all over the globe

In nature the Buck takes care of the doe

Together watch the fawns age and grow

Wild life many times can be cruel

The strong over the weak rule

Men and women are above the beast

The rich share with those with the least

Every child should be able to sleep

Going to bed after enough to eat

Able to dream dreams of a king

Or of an eagle on the wing

Spying a Big Buck with a Little Doe



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

US YANKS

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. 

US YANKS

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

US YANKS

Ed Broderick



LOSS

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.

LOSS

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

MORE

Ed Broderick



RAA Writers Group and Musicians @ Peninsula Hospital Rehab Center

Sunday 26 June 2011 We presented a show of poetry,short stories,music and song to a group of 30 to 40 patients and their guests. I was priviledged to read two poems "Voices" and "True Thanks" The audiance and staff were very receptive to the entire show. I came away with a deeper understanding of audiance reaction and appreciation to a presentation. All were entertained and extended an invite for a return appearance. My Poems:

VOICES
The urge arrives and there is no choice
You must obey this inner voice
The first is to leave the womb
The final to enter the tomb
What comes between is your call
To yourself be true stand tall

Life is not a constant pleasure
But is always a God given treasure
There will be moments of doubt
Problems puzzles to figure out
You must realize you are not alone
Your fate already carved in stone

The urge you feel and can’t deny
Is His guidance from on high
Live life overcome its trials
Love life enjoy its smiles

TRUE THANKS
It comes from deep within
Not always at the end
Sometimes when we begin
Expressed in many a way
Not necessary for us to say

A big thumbs up A raised cup
A shy smile a broad grin
A simple nod or slap of skin
A wagging tail Will never fail

Your plight will never be so low
That true thanks you can notshow
Face each day as a precious gift
Your neighbor’s spirits try to lift
Do not let a day go bye
Without giving thanks on high

My sincere thanks to all who participated and viewed this show. Ed Broderick

My Guys

With the glow of Father'sDay still in my heart I went back and checked a few oldies. I have truly been blessed

1^st Little Girl

My 1^st little girl had a party today

To celebrate her birthday

Although its been many a year

I still remember it crystal clear

Such a beautiful gift I couldn’t believe

I’d ever deserve or live to receive

But there she was in the arms of my wife

A source of pride for the rest of my life

You are grown now with girls of your own

I hope the past years to you have shown

That my love and pride for you has grown

Forever and always you will be

My 1^st little girl



Down the block to School(1975)Church(2000)

Patricia went to school the other day
I kissed her and sent her on her way

In distance it isn't very far
By foot a few minutes, a few seconds by car

But that day she started a journey that will go on and on

Each lesson each day
Carries her further away

A baby no more Patricia has started
A baby no more Patricia has parted

Tears to my eye my heart heaves a sigh
My child is growing
I bid her goodbye

(2000)Across the street to Church

The journey continues with another short trip
not even a stroll more like a skip

To the alter I'll take her to give her away
To be happy forever dear GOD I do pray

As today she is
Mrs Michael Tolve

TOGETHER

All the flowers that were

Or will be

Together

Do not equal the beauty

Of thee