Arizona Angel

Its been one year since Evil struck in Arizona.  (8 Jan 2011)

Arizona Angel

How long does it take to meet your fate

Early for some while for others late

Nine years ago when the towers fell

Caused by airborne devils from hell

Innocent lives were stolen away

For whom we will always pray

While such evil deeds that day took place

A family was blessed with a child of grace

Loved and cherished by all she knew

At nine years her life is through

Never to skip giggle have fun

Taken by a mad man’s gun

Came to us September eleven

Now this day an angel in heaven

R.I.P. Brian Broderick

Captain

Clear days with no ocean haze

I sit and at the horizon gaze

Far beyond the growing surf

Almost to our forefather’s turf

Tis then I see  as in a dream

All perfect pure and clean

Memories of long ago years

Full of joy and minus  fears

Of home where I rested my head

Said grace and broke bread

We were a group like no other

The Captain being the kid brother

Dubbed this rank by our dad

Always happy seldom sad

He was Captain to pals and kin

Charmed all with his boyish grin

Taken early to his final reward

Surely promoted by our Lord

To a rank I salute with deep pride

My love my tears I dare not hide

Once again I peer over the blue

To a time so pure and true

When we had the kid brother

A Captain like no other.





Gift

 of Gifts

On a winter's night

With   snow   so  deep
A family lays in anxious sleep
For the day that is about to dawn
Is the day that saw a Savior born
Beneath their tree the gifts are few
But what is there will surely do
For in that house is an abiding love
Between each within and for God above
A love not shaken by the lack of wealth
But blessed many times by the gift of health
A bond not weakened by time nor it's test
For they know that by God they've been blessed
Through the windows pour the first rays of day
Its to church they travel to sing and to pray
Tis then they are witness to God and His love
Because for all there is a gift from above
A gift of a babe  His only Son
He is there!   He is there!
He is there in a manger
He has given us each other

and keeps us from danger
To our house this year may

 He not be a stranger

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XXX

The

BRODERICK

F  A  M  I  L  Y



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