Edmund V. Strolis

Edmund V. Strolis Poems

201. Beneath The Spires 2/17/2017
202. Home Sweet Home 4/2/2017
203. In The Land Of Elm 4/5/2017
204. City Lights~ 4/19/2017
205. Budding Lilacs 4/12/2017
206. The Mystic In Me 6/17/2017
207. Going Mobile. 5/14/2017
208. Christmas Cabin 12/23/2016
209. A String Of Days 6/28/2017
210. Oliver Twist- A Mere Germ Of Inconvenience 5/12/2016
211. Love Street 5/3/2016
212. Acorn And Oak 5/14/2017
213. A Friend Indeed.... 6/10/2017
214. Unflinching Eyes 8/14/2016
215. We Orbit Each Other 8/6/2016
216. My Italian Mother's Dream 5/7/2016
217. My Neighbors Are Not Red Or Blue 3/12/2016
218. Laugh And Live 11/15/2015
219. Home Enough 10/28/2015
220. Theodore Roosevelt's Voyage 10/19/2015
221. Seeds Of Wonderment 4/2/2016
222. A Tin Cup Life 2/6/2017
223. Toast Sweet Solitude 6/16/2016
224. The Prize 10/4/2015
225. Painted Smile 1/27/2016
226. Patchwork 5/12/2017
227. Safe Travels 6/21/2017
228. Edgar Allan Poe 10/24/2015
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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.

For what is this sinister slow waltz to hell without my sweet Lenore?
My wish which any fool can guess, I must be with her once more.
How my heels find their way to that vacant tomb beyond the bedroom door.
Now I curse the promise of that desperate hour! not to join my love Lenore.

Hooves over ...

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The Prize

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.

There within his grass stained grasp, he turned the treasure in his hand.

With dirty nails and scuffed scraped skin, his tangled hair and summer tan.

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