‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays
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I SAT WITH EDDIE …

a golden man
Sitting with Eddie deBartolo ~ A Poem
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I stood in the bleachers with Eddie last night
I sat on the sofa with my family and friends
We feasted and dined, on V.S.O.P. we wined
For the 2nd time on this golden night I cried
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I cried cos I’m crazy, my emotions were pinched
Could not hardly believe, my fingers were singed
The smoke and the ale and the smell of success
Drifted through my eyes, my brain, my conscience torn
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These nights when fans are born and grey men smile
We work-worn members, working classes whose trial
Littered with small moments like babies, barroom fights
Wedding nights, stolen sights, stars that still shine bright
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The separation of wills, the challenge is the sport
The fox, the hole, the slippery turf, the goal
And out there are no prisoners only soldiers true
Whose blood mixed warm may fall on winters snow
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Or crease the night and scar the head or sap the strength,
Of warriors true, of bastions of courage and legions who
Empty houses and quietly lift the hopes of dreaming men
Who now caught like struggling insects may break free
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This golden web, now an adornment for a maidens head
Whose ointment runs through all we say, all we do
In this modern age, what makes us faithful, loyal and true?
What blinds us from greed, unites us from pressure to work
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I sat with Eddie in the bleachers last night, I carried the flag
I wrestled Leviathan, caught the claws of the falcon
Spat out the blood and feathers that spattered and littered the ground
And watched faithfully as the umber green field-turf
Turned through red to brown to gold
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sportspoem writtenbyedenbray21.01.2013
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⾦ chinese symbol for gold
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#Authors Note ~ The 2nd sports Poem features NFL American Football, a passion of mine since the mid 80’s when Eddie DeBartolo was the bold, charismatic, entrepreneurial owner of the San Francisco 49ers franchise who, charged with having breached certain rules, by implication, had to relinquish his position, resign and hand over the running of the organisation to his sister and brother-in-law. His absence contributed to the start of a period of decline but after a poor period in their history the franchise rallied again and enjoyed a couple of successful campaigns. During this period of team renaissance and on an important playoff night the by now disciplined and pardoned Eddie DeBartolo returned as a guest to make his peace and enjoy a night of celebration as the team enjoyed a memorable night of victory and celebration. This poem was inspired by that night! edenbraytoday
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I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
EDENBRAY in EXILE – 24 – i sat with eddie …
‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays
… … …
I SAT WITH EDDIE …
a golden man
Sitting with Eddie deBartolo ~ A Poem
⾦
I stood in the bleachers with Eddie last night
I sat on the sofa with my family and friends
We feasted and dined, on V.S.O.P. we wined
For the 2nd time on this golden night I cried
⾦
I cried cos I’m crazy, my emotions were pinched
Could not hardly believe, my fingers were singed
The smoke and the ale and the smell of success
Drifted through my eyes, my brain, my conscience torn
⾦
These nights when fans are born and grey men smile
We work-worn members, working classes whose trial
Littered with small moments like babies, barroom fights
Wedding nights, stolen sights, stars that still shine bright
⾦
The separation of wills, the challenge is the sport
The fox, the hole, the slippery turf, the goal
And out there are no prisoners only soldiers true
Whose blood mixed warm may fall on winters snow
⾦
Or crease the night and scar the head or sap the strength,
Of warriors true, of bastions of courage and legions who
Empty houses and quietly lift the hopes of dreaming men
Who now caught like struggling insects may break free
⾦
This golden web, now an adornment for a maidens head
Whose ointment runs through all we say, all we do
In this modern age, what makes us faithful, loyal and true?
What blinds us from greed, unites us from pressure to work
⾦
I sat with Eddie in the bleachers last night, I carried the flag
I wrestled Leviathan, caught the claws of the falcon
Spat out the blood and feathers that spattered and littered the ground
And watched faithfully as the umber green field-turf
Turned through red to brown to gold
⾦
sportspoem writtenbyedenbray21.01.2013
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http://49erfaithfulukdotcom.wordpress.com/
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⾦ chinese symbol for gold
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#Authors Note ~ The 2nd sports Poem features NFL American Football, a passion of mine since the mid 80’s when Eddie DeBartolo was the bold, charismatic, entrepreneurial owner of the San Francisco 49ers franchise who, charged with having breached certain rules, by implication, had to relinquish his position, resign and hand over the running of the organisation to his sister and brother-in-law. His absence contributed to the start of a period of decline but after a poor period in their history the franchise rallied again and enjoyed a couple of successful campaigns. During this period of team renaissance and on an important playoff night the by now disciplined and pardoned Eddie DeBartolo returned as a guest to make his peace and enjoy a night of celebration as the team enjoyed a memorable night of victory and celebration. This poem was inspired by that night! edenbraytoday
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I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray