Edward J. Chicardy

Inverness, FL, USA

Ed is a Distinguished Member of The International Society of Poets and has had numerous poems published by The National Library of Poetry, including one in the book titled, "Best Poems of 1998." Since taking an early retirement, Ed has fulfilled two of his objectives, Nursing and learning to play the organ. He is an avid bass fisherman, loves to cook and bake, and attends daily mass. Ed is a veteran of WWII having served in the South Pacific and is a life member of the Legion, VFW and Bassmasters. He is currently working on a book of poetry.

A Blizzard In March

The wintery wind blew,
And the snowflakes flew,
And soon everything was covered white.

I am not a wizard,
But I know it was a blizzard,
That stormed through here during the night.

Now, nothing is moving,
It almost feels soothing,
To have it superfluously quiet.

But just wait around,
You will soon hear the sound,
Of neighbors shoveling with all their might.

Eventually, I will have to dig,
With a shovel that is too big,
If I intend to get out by tonight.

I will be glad when it's gone,
Then, once again I will see my lawn,
Springs rebirth will have sprung with delight.

Eat Right

Poor Old, Mr. Malone,
He almost always dines alone.
As a matter of fact, and it's well known,
That, He munches his food, with a groan.

Now, take a look, at his busy son,
He quickly stacks, all his food on a bun,
And then, tries to eat it, on the run.
To him, Eating is no fun.

And what about, his lovely wife,
Who likes all the finer, things in life?
She finds that eating, is a strife,
Because, She tries eating everything, with a knife.

Yet, I can't think, of anything worse,
Than, for someone to eat, like a horse.
So, what's the moral, of this verse?
Well, Simply put, "Eat Right," of course.

Mailbox Surprise

I just put-up a new larger mailbox,
one with a little flag on top.
It's not that I'm expecting more letters,
It's the junk-mail that will not stop.

I know there will be more tomorrow,
I'd be surprised if I was wrong.
If it did slacken a little bit,
It wouldn't be for long.

Oh! The mailman must have just gone by,
I see the little flag is still dancing.
I suppose it's more pre-approved credit card forms,
Or catalogs with easy financing.

So, I looked in the mailbox,
In fact I looked twice,
Surprise! No junk-mail today,
Now isn't that nice.