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
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.
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?
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.
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,
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
Mother Earth Cries Out
Peace, please come to me. I am the earth, the land and the sea. I'm home to the animals
The frightened ballerina, standing on her toes stood behind the curtain in a dainty pose.
A Boy Or A Man?
When does a boy become a man? Only when he understands that who he is has never changed. His priorities are just rearranged.
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.
Comparison To Life
A rose is a rose. A thorn is a thorn and both belong together.
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.
Why is it that man looks great even with a bald pate? And a woman’s crowning glory usually has an early date
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.