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Reflections of Life
Reflections of Life
Reflections of Life
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Book of Poetry for everyone of all races and creeds. A true cultural experience.
LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateMay 29, 2000
ISBN9781462078806
Reflections of Life
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Rodney D. Edge

Rodney D. Edge is an African American male from Washington, DC. He is currently serving as an officer in the United States Army. He holds a Bachelors of Science degree in Industrial Technology from Northwest Missouri State University and a Master of Science Degree from Central Michigan University.

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    Reflections of Life - Rodney D. Edge

    Reflections of Life

    All Rights Reserved © 2000 by Rodney Edge

    No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in

    any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical,

    including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any

    information storage or retrieval system, without the

    permission in writing from the publisher.

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    ISBN: 0-595-09554-2

    ISBN: 978-1-4620-7880-6 (ebook)

    Contents

    Love

    Three LoVes

    FRISKY

    YOU

    CLOSER TO YOU

    LOVE IS..

    LoVe Lost

    Passion

    Friends and Lovers

    My Valentine

    Seduction

    SEDUCTION

    A KISS

    Fantasy

    Making Love

    Red

    I Knew

    The Encounter

    Family

    Uncles

    MOMMA

    Brother

    Cousins

    Culture

    WASHINGTON, DC

    CHICAGO

    RELIGION

    Our Land

    My Flava Ain’t Your Flava

    NOTES

    GETTING IT ON…

    JAZZ

    THE HOOD

    Black

    Tranquility

    Shadow

    Running

    SALVATION

    Sensation

    Joy

    Complexity

    Gilded Horse

    JUSTICE

    Keeping Score

    They Were Chosen

    Thing’s People See

    Youth Gone Mad

    Freedom

    What If?

    Women

    She

    Women

    HER

    Lady

    BEAUTY

    BLACK WOMAN

    THE DRESS

    Beautiful

    PRETTY AND NICE

    Oneness

    My Wife

    Marriage Pledge

    The One

    Becoming A Man

    Nature

    Nature

    A ROSE

    WINTER

    FALL

    SEEDLINGS

    Spring

    SUMMER

    This is a tribute to all the people whose

    friendship I cherish, and those whose

    caring ways I have come to adore.

    Special thanks to all who have inspired

    My life in positive ways.

    Love

    Three LoVes

    I met the first as a High School boy…

    She was the embodiment of an Olympus God.

    Crafted uniquely in every way,

    more intriguing than words can say.

    With her I graduated to the next level.

    Not yet a man, but never the less,

    not still a boy.

    We walked endlessly on the streets

    of our Metropolis.

    Never dreamt ofbeaches.

    Our walks home were the tranquil

    sedative that relaxed us

    after a long school day.

    We spoke more than we walked.

    Oddly enough, words were never

    absent when we talked.

    We were best friends.

    Best friends to the end.

    One day we awakened and

    began to drift apart.

    Although many decades have past,

    she still has my heart.

    I met the second during the

    maturation of higher learning.

    Different from the first,

    like the sun and rain…

    For the first time my

    heart experience pain.

    She introduced me to manhood.

    In my arms she became a woman.

    With my first, the grasp of a hand

    and a smile were enough.

    My second taught me the

    true essence of touch.

    My second was probably

    the one to be.

    She was a polygon trapped

    in a prism of light.

    Some days I would embrace

    her with all my might.

    Until the day her touch

    felt empty.

    Because of something I did

    that was so silly.

    We still planned a future

    that seemed so bright.

    I was still not the proposing kind,

    I was aloof, without vision and sight.

    She took a journey and left

    me alone.

    If hindsight were my future,

    today I would echo a different tone.

    My last love I have

    yet to meet.

    The fairy-tale bride to sweep

    me off my feet.

    My life companion, the true

    love I seek.

    I pray I have corrective

    vision this time when we meet.

    I can’t picture what she will be like.

    But I relish a happiness seeming unlike.

    Anything I ever experienced with

    the initial two.

    Something borrowed, Something blue.

    FRISKY

    She was mine, but not in the

    be mine frame

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