Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Edwina Reizer Poems

1. Once Again Poor Souls 3/13/2010
2. One Face 3/13/2010
3. All Alone 3/13/2010
4. A Mixed Breed 3/13/2010
5. The Butterfly 3/13/2010
6. One Beat Away 3/13/2010
7. Even As 3/14/2010
8. Silence 3/14/2010
9. The Corner Of My Eye 3/14/2010
10. A Piece Of Paper 3/14/2010
11. The Enemy Of Thyself 3/14/2010
12. Thou Tiny Little Rosebud 3/15/2010
13. Can You Feel It? 3/15/2010
14. Solitaire 3/15/2010
15. Temptation 3/15/2010
16. Made In China 3/15/2010
17. A Babe's Requiem 3/15/2010
18. Oddities 3/15/2010
19. The Rising Suns 3/15/2010
20. A Lonesome Corner 3/15/2010
21. The Road Ahead 3/16/2010
22. Jealousy 3/16/2010
23. Starry, Starry Skies 3/16/2010
24. Not The Yesterdays 3/16/2010
25. I'M Fine 3/17/2010
26. I Can'T Hear The Music 3/17/2010
27. Look Ahead 3/18/2010
28. Judgement Day 3/19/2010
29. Gave Me A Smile 3/23/2010
30. History? 3/23/2010
31. Discovery 3/24/2010
32. Will You Hold Me Close? 3/26/2010
33. The Robin 3/28/2010
34. Mr. Sun 3/28/2010
35. A Nocturne For Sinners 3/30/2010
36. Commentary On War 3/30/2010
37. Never Is Such A Long Time 3/31/2010
38. A Broken Heart 4/10/2010
39. Dreams In The Cradle 4/10/2010
40. Clean Coal? 4/11/2010

Comments about Edwina Reizer

  • Elena Sandu Elena Sandu (6/24/2014 8:23:00 PM)

    Edwina Reizer, inspiring poet with so much depth and beauty, her pen melodiusly flows with words of truth, a special ink connecting to the heart, the eyes that lay on her poems would hear many whispers of the nature's tongue.

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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?

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A Mixed Breed

I have the blood of a white man,
My papa's blood that is.
I have the blood of a black woman,
My mama's blood that is.
And so my blood is a mixture
Of blood that's hers and his.

It courses through my veins each day
With its color imbed.

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