EDENBRAY in EXILE – 24 – i sat with eddie …

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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I SAT WITH EDDIE …

DEBARTOLO

a golden man

Sitting with Eddie deBartolo ~ A Poem

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

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

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 

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

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 

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

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

sportspoem writtenbyedenbray21.01.2013

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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 

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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