The Poetry Corner featuring Ed Ireland

Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner, featuring Ed Ireland! 🙂

You Don’t Know Me by Ed Ireland

You put yourself in danger
Risking all you have and more
But you don’t know me.
Who I am or what I do.
You don’t know anything about me.
My color or sex
My religion or political affiliation.
You don’t know if I support you
And what you do
Or if I protest against you
And those who order you to do the things you do.
You don’t know any of this
And yet you still risk your life for me.
It is because of you that poets can dream
And bankers can count their money
And teachers can teach
And different religions can flourish here.
It is because of you that protesters can speak
Loudly against you
And politicians can pass laws
That hurt you.
The same politicians who charged you this task.
You sleep in dirt at times
Or you don’t sleep at all for far too many hours
And eat food that most of us would throw away.
You walk in blazing heat
Sweltering humidity
Monsoon rains
Daytime, nighttime
Any time you are told to do so
You do all of this for me…
And you don’t even know me.
Thank you.

Awesome poem, Ed! Thank you for sharing! 🙂

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About CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.
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