Walter C. Edwards


Walter C. Edwards Poems

1. Deflower 11/4/2012
2. Vince's Diary 11/4/2012
3. My Guitar Screams 11/4/2012
4. September 11 2012 11/5/2012
5. A Big Prayer 11/12/2012
6. Blown Away 11/12/2012
7. A Daughters Wish 11/12/2012
8. Black As Night 11/12/2012
9. Scared Skin Of Long Island 11/14/2012
10. A Leaf 11/17/2012
11. Broken Man 11/17/2012
12. Bus Stop Angel 11/17/2012
13. Kathy's Poem 11/17/2012
14. Out Of The Hollows 11/3/2012
15. A Glance And Dreams 11/3/2012
16. Candles Of Delight 11/3/2012
17. Old Gray House 11/3/2012
18. Butter Flies 11/17/2012
19. On Neil Armstronge's Passing 11/19/2012
20. Anniverersary 11/19/2012
21. A Song Writers Call 11/19/2012
22. Love Lost Long Ago 11/19/2012
23. Spirals Of The Astral Plain 11/20/2012
24. Tango 11/20/2012
25. Take My Breath 11/20/2012
26. Chemisty 11/20/2012
27. Sands And Why 11/20/2012
28. In A Blink 11/21/2012
29. Death's Delight 11/21/2012
30. Brown Eye Girl 11/21/2012
31. Take A Shower 11/24/2012
32. Sun Shine On Me 11/24/2012
33. Silhouette Of You 11/24/2012
34. Tainted Soil 11/24/2012
35. Massage 11/27/2012
36. Cat Thoughts 11/27/2012
37. A Walk About 11/27/2012
38. In Slumber 11/27/2012
39. Out Upon The Ocean 11/29/2012
40. Posted Notes Again 11/29/2012
Best Poem of Walter C. Edwards

A Robins Call

As the Robins cherps in the early morning light,
the female comes into nets to relieved her mate,
the male goes of to find some food to eat,
as then the the female begins to tweet,
"the egg is cold you lazy baster,
I should peck your dairy after,
I will have to sit here way to long,
as your lazy ass is gone,
she chirps I need to eat,
and repeats I need to eat, "
The male comes back into the nest,
a chance for him to rest,
to keep all the eggs warm,
he sounds out a alarm,
"I see Cat, I see Cat,
may it get go away, ...

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Old Gray House

Weathered widows wet from rains,
cracks all around the glass and pains,
dryed like old skin,
worn as the paint is now thin,
the glass is musty with dust and stained,
so hard to look inside,
this old abode,
falling apart,
I once live here in this house,
now falling apart and old.

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