GOOD FRIDAY

GOOD    FRIDAY

Is it or was it really good

The day they nailed Him to the wood

Crowned his head with a ring of thorns

Cheered the deed and sang songs

No resistance or plea for aid

By this man of peace was made

He suffered died for our sake

Showed us all the path to take

Knowing this was done with Love

To bring us to the Lord above

I’d say that Friday was more than good

The day He gave his life upon the wood



Poems of LENT ENVY & GREED

 Poems of LENT

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

Greed

Somewhere it is writ and I believe I did read.
That this world wouldn't function if it wasn't for greed.

All men of peace; And this is a fact,
Have been feared by the mighty and put to the rack.
Whether to be stoned by a mob or nailed to a tree.
The mighty allow this. How can this be?

When a man of peace is considered a threat.
The final solution is to put him to death.
Then; deny that it happened and try to forget.

It may be they fear, for men to be freed.
For this would limit their unsatisfied greed



FREE BERNIE

Did or does Bernie own the Mets?? or ?? Do the Mets Own Bernie??

Baseball aint what it use to be or is it?? Say What MET FANs??

Free Bernie

Bernie Madoff:  made off with the farm

Feels he hasn’t done anyone harm

He wants his family to keep and enjoy

The fruits of their dishonest ploy

The entire crime has yet to be seen

Many Holier Then Thous

will be found in the scheme

Should we ask the kids to give of their cents

To help these devils void of conscience

Bernie may have to live in a cell

Where people in boxes would love to dwell

But sooner then later he’ll suffer in hell

Lucifer Beware

Bad folks are coming your way

If we free Bernie who will be next

??? O J ???

Ed Broderick

SANDY TRIBAL TALE

My mind often stirs to along ago day

When I see the land of the Rockaway

A tribe blessed to live by the Sea

Proud Brave and peacefully Free

At the oceans edge is where it appeared

By man never before seen or feared 

My eyes got a sharp clear view

My mind would not deem it true

I stood frozen still as death

Forced myself to take a breath

Then without the slightest sound

It was gone  could not be found

 Yes it was an unreal sight

It turned my hair pure white

Now I feel a shiver in my heart

From this beach I can not part

 I feel here I must remain

If I am to see it again

The Great Spirit once more

Calls me to visit the shore



FAT TUESDAY

Already? Time for another? Seems like it was just last year and this is a LeapYear!

 

CARNIVAL?? MARDI GRAS ??

OR

Fat Tuesday

Get all your sinning done

Not really sin call it fun

Leave your morals at home and have a ball

No one cares  No not at all

The evil CEOs of late

Lounge about and await their fate

No one seems to have a worry

To a man they are not sorry

The president speaks and asks for a bill

That would keep them there in the till

The money to be used is yours and mine

And I do not wish to contribute a dime

These men just didn’t wake up one day

and think. There must be an easier way

Not petty crime  No that’s beneath them

Life savings and fortunes tempt em

Fat Tuesday sees a lot of sinning

Ash Wednesday sees some repenting

Thank God there is forgiveness

No matter how evil your business



My Valentine

Of all the angels I've known in my life
The one I love best is the one I call wife
Prettier than a thousand words
More melodic than a choir of birds

Has stood beside me and cheered me on
In high and low times we happened upon
I struggle for words to express my deep love
For this lady of grace sent from above

I'll love her forever beyond time itself
and thank her for the happiness I've felt
She is my Valentine
She is my Sunshine

More than that she is my Life
I thank God she is my Wife

I am Ed  Broderick and I approve this message 



Wearing of the GREEN

Days away.

With the winds mixing from oer the ocean and the bay  

I begin to hear the swirl of the pipes and the thump of the drum

and I know the time for another parade has come

Be here in ROCKAWAY

For Another Great

ONE

You are Invited to Enjoy

ROCKAWAY'S Parade

SATURDAY

3 March 2012

 

 

Blessed Spring

T'was as always, a grand parade!
You feel a bit sad as the pipes fade
Pack up the lads as the day turns to shade.
There'll be stories galore from each one of them.
Bout; which crowd was biggest
Or who played the loudest.
But the smiles I'll witness in the days to come,
Will be caused by one sure thing.
That after St. Patrick's Day
God will bless us with a lovely Spring.



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

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

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



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

 



Father's Day

Wrote one yesterday received two today.  Enjoying the day at home with the kids droping in to wish me well. I am blessed to have such a loving family. First I wrote "DAD" Then my Kathaleen presented me with her "My Hero My Dad".The Tolves arrived and my Jessica handed me her Father's Day Card. What a day! I am pleased beyond words and the day is still young

Dad

Every day of my life my father was there

Reading the paper in his favorite chair

Never seen in the morning during the week

Gone to his job a living to seek

In the evening upon his return

All the kids heads to the front door would turn

To see him embrace and hug our mom

Gave us all a glimpse of his Gaelic charm

A gentle man to all that he knew

To his family and faith was unwaverly true

Too many times I have failed as a son

To show my gratitude he had lovingly won

No longer here to hear me say

To heaven I turn and softly pray

Dad I love you and I hope to be

As good a father as you were to me

Eddie

June 2011

My Hero, My Dad

Of all the fathers on this place we call earth

I was blessed to be able to call you daddy at birth

You have always been my hero, a pillar of strength to us all

When I think back on the past, countless memories I recall

Like when I was young and on the beach we would walk

To Fitzgerald’s for a hot dog and a heart to heart talk

Telling me stories of your childhood and growing up in the Heights

Kissing booboos and calming my fears on cold stormy nights

Then later on as an adult when I needed guidance in life

I knew I could count on you in good times or strife

Every memory I have of you brings a smile to my face

When it comes to being a great dad, hands down you win the race

So thanks daddy for the woman you have helped me become

I am so grateful you’re my dad, without a doubt you’re number one

Happy Father’s Day!!!

Kathleen

Dear Poppop

Happy Father’s Day

Today is a special day

It is a day to say

Happy  Father’s  Day

The month it’s in is not May

But the month it’s in is June

A day for father appreciation to bloom

Love  Jess

Jessica Tolve