Biography of Edwina Reizer
I am 76 years old and have been writing poetry for seven years. I taught music in the public schools in NJ for 25 years. I am married and have 2 sons and 3 grandchildren. Many of my poems are in 16 published books and I have also published 5 children's books written in poetic form. To purchase my books please visit: http: //stores.lulu.com/reizerj
I have written 170 songs and 149 of them are available for you to listen to along with videos on You tube.com They are under my name Edwina Reizer.
Edwina Reizer's Works:
16 poetry books Reflections on Living BK.1 and Bk.2
The Unfolding Beauty of Poetry, A Flicker in the Dark,
The Journey, The Perplexity of my Poet's Mind, Unmasked Thoughts, It's All About Love, Poetry For the Soul, Shorts, The Highways of Life Vol.1 and Volume 2, Love, Sweet and Bittersweet and Collected Poems. by Edwina Reizer, and my newest Thoughts of Poetry
Edwina Reizer Poems
Survival Of The Fittest
When the lion roars and makes himself heard all in the jungle shall listen As he stalks his prey from hunger he feels on his face his eyes do glisten.
Beauty Of Life
I wonder as I look around at all the beauty that I've found. I've found it in the smallest places. I've found it in the smiles on faces.
What Is Family?
A family is love That puts itself above Everything else in this world.
Amelia, Amelia where did you go? They’ve searched and searched but still we don’t know. Oh the courage to fly in the air
A Ballad For Helen Keller
How can I know what I can't see? It's never been a part of me. How can I know what I can't hear?
The Death Of A Tree
When I see a tree cut down whose life was not yet done I look upon it with a frown and then look at the sun.
The frightened ballerina, standing on her toes stood behind the curtain in a dainty pose.
The Game Of Life
Life is a game at which we play. We make our moves on every day. Some are right and some are wrong.
The Liberty Bell
The Liberty Bell which is a symbol of freedom cracked as it was being rung. Maybe its founders thought it would last as it was being hung.
Ode To Dreams
No one can see into my dreams and so they're mine alone. I travel places and meet old friends and some I've never known.
The Food Chain
I see cows in the pasture of green eating grass in the early morn. They have no cares in this earthly life, none since they were born.
Liar, Liar Pants On Fire
Liar, liar we see the fire coming from your mouth each day. The fire that burns the truth as we struggle along our way,
You want to have fear? Listen to what you hear emanating on sound waves approaching your ear.
Some drink to take away pain. Some eat and try to forget. Some think and try to just stay sane. Some cry big tears so wet.
Once Again Poor Souls
Today is just like yesterday.There's nothing different now.
We sing. We dance. We hum a tune, but before the final bow
We recognize the sorrow. We recognize the pain.
And all the passing yesterdays still do remain.
We do not learn from past mistakes. We run from them instead.
They follow us with repeated footsteps, trampling hard like lead.
We can't outrun them though we try and then we wonder why
The rich stay rich. The poor stay poor and in the end both die?