Edmund V. Strolis

Edmund V. Strolis Poems

41. The Spell 4/2/2017
42. Werdz 4/8/2017
43. Don't Mess With A Lazy Human Being 4/14/2017
44. Beneath The Veil 4/15/2017
45. What Dr. Seuss Knew 4/17/2017
46. ~~currents~~~~~ -new- 8/16/2017
47. Coal Miner 4/19/2017
48. Soulful Sisters And Blood Brothers 4/21/2017
49. Daddy's Treasure 4/8/2017
50. The Circle 3/29/2017
51. Sleepwalkers 10/15/2016
52. Kangaroo Smile 10/16/2016
53. Marking Time 10/9/2016
54. All Hail The Green Queen 3/29/2017
55. A Poem For Marie-J 7/4/2016
56. Black Forest Of Ignorance 7/10/2016
57. Listening To Buddy Guy 5/1/2016
58. Window Daisies 5/2/2016
59. Captain Oliver 5/2/2016
60. Peculiar How The Night Grows 5/7/2016
61. Crossing The Street 5/3/2016
62. My Beloved America 7/1/2016
63. 9 Lives 4/11/2016
64. Long Shadows 4/11/2016
65. Poets~~magic~~carpet~~ride~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4/9/2016
66. Lucky Lindy 4/17/2016
67. King Crow 3/27/2016
68. Gypsy Yesterdays 3/16/2016
69. Rattle The Glasses 3/18/2016
70. South African White Rhino 2/20/2016
71. Lost Lenore (A Tribute To Poe) 2/12/2016
72. John Lennon An Ash Tray And Me 2/14/2016
73. Snow Blossom 1/28/2016
74. Button-Eyed Princess~~~~ 1/11/2016
75. Mickey Hits The Jackpot 1/15/2016
76. Hide The Candlesticks 1/30/2016
77. Zebra Skin 2/2/2016
78. Family And Friends 2/2/2016
79. Crimson Orbs 2/2/2016
80. The Lottery 12/12/2015
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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.

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The Spirit

September's cool nights and warm days tease and court our sentiments.
In September dusk, magic beckons us to taste her autumn fruit yet still the warm afternoon holds us faithful to the high summer's waning song.
Autumn in September is subtle and everywhere, calling us forward. But forward toward what? What misty memories await us just around the bend?

How inviting is the warm lazy walk this time of year. Summer's loose embrace still warms your shoulders and skies so bl

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