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One Hundred Yards of Sand: Life Through a Poet's Eyes

E.E. Orewiler

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This Book is Available Paperback (6x9)9781418499884 $ 14.50  
About the Book

“One Hundred Yards of Sand” is an amazing collection of poetry.  This eclectic mix shows humor and satire contrasted by pain and suffering.  Deep passion and self-doubts mix with strong convictions to show the full range of human emotions.

E.E. Orewiler dares to explore the lust, love, passion, and fear, that we all face at some time in our lives.

Like a circus barker of old, he invites you to, “Step up, old friend, and come inside.  I guarantee you quite a ride!  You’ll laugh!  You’ll cry!  You’ll be amazed!  What you see will leave you dazed!”

About the Author

E.E. Orewiler’s first poetry was published at age fifteen.  During the 1960’s and ‘70’s he found himself torn between his parent’s values, his Navy career, and the passions that tormented his soul and complicated his life.

These early poems lay dormant until later in life when, suddenly, he found himself driven to write down his thoughts in verse.  Physical, and emotional, pain plus deep, and sometimes dark, journeys into his inner self drive some of his work.

A very complex man, this author/poet shows his humorous side as well as his penchant for dry, witty, social and political satire.  He always explores love, lust, and romance in a way few men dare, and few women will forget.

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One-Hundred Yards Of Sand

 

One-hundred yards of sand,
soft beneath my feet,
all that separates me from,
those not so elite.

 

Upscale beach front condo six,
hundred grand or more,
Insulates me from the world,
no more painful roar.

 

Newsman said we won the war,
in that foreign land,
thousands dead and dying for,
one-hundred yards of sand.

 

Hold My Heart

 

Your voice is quiet in the breeze,
my heart beats loud like thunder.
What is it that you see in me?
I often stop and wonder.

 

That soft and supple body,
belies deep strength within.
All my lost and lonely life,
oh, where have you been?

 

Flaxen hair upon tan shoulders,
cascades down so fine.
Two eyes flash and sparkle,
kisses of sweet wine.

 

Fearless as you love me,
brave when we must part.
Gently now caress me,
but firmly hold my heart.


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