Edmund V. Strolis
Biography of Edmund V. Strolis
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Edmund V. Strolis Poems
Edgar Allan Poe
They all wash over me with pitying eyes, they think that I don't see. Yet they are only crude jagged faces on the canvas of my dreams. Empty their wishes float, as they seem to pray my safe return. How can they know the fever that within this prison burns.
Bull elephant is what they call you Big name, big beast They do not do you justice What do you call yourself?
Sometimes I feel at home in darkness Painted black to quote the Stones Snarling cynic dismissive and strong Scoffing at the foolish dreamers
Flip the pillow to the cool side, kick the blanket from the bed. Why sleep to chase a dream, he chose to hold his prize instead.
Toast Sweet Solitude
Two days of rain could not dampen the spirit Alone in a cabin as the pelting continued With plenty of firewood from sunnier days Split and set aside for this rainy day
White orchids, delicately laced by an invisible brush A red and pink hue traced upon petals unblemished Waxen white glowing in heavenly splendorous form Frozen in beauty, timeless in their vivid perfection
Seeds Of Wonderment
She will always wash her tiny feet in a pail by the door Crystal waters instantly turn to muddy chocolate swirls A bucket of thrilling delight from the wells icey surprise Contrasting with her hot sweaty mess of tangled wild hair
A Tin Cup Life
He had traded in convenience For a dented tin coffee cup Sturdy and big enough for stew River washed or snow scrubbed
Theodore Roosevelt's Voyage
The sea was in a foul mood, slamming hard and spraying mightily. The walls of white battered and tossed the cargo of fools. No enemy have I so vile, as to wish him aboard that vessel. Nor have I, I hope, one that should wish me this watery purgatory.
Where my feet will find me. A corner for my boots to stand. That's home enough for me. So long as your shoes lay nearby.
Laugh And Live
Man could he laugh, you always knew when he was in a room. No matter how large. At a wedding over a band roaring along and pleasing the groom. He was supercharged.
My Neighbors Are Not Red Or Blue
Scatter birdseed like wishes Spread good thoughts all around Some will sprout into reality
My Italian Mother's Dream
Your little patio, alone with time and fate How fragile you seemed on that bench Staring at the traffic, everyone in a hurry No time to bring a smile or a story
We Orbit Each Other
In my orbit where I dwell I sometimes cross your path Your satellites of humor, good will and joyfulness Sing within my sphere in harmonic electric wonder Listen to the music of one or countless others
The Yellow Cup
Her tiny hands held the mug, fingers traced each crack and scrape.
Twas rare to find it out of sight for two moments in a day.
Worn was the handle, near vanished the rose, a mere hint of pink inlaid.
but the cup of yellow still held its' brilliance, as if by angels made.
Was it true the story of a mother lost and the depth of her dear sorrow?
Empty cup waiting for a yesterday, yet too full to hold tomorrow.