Walter C. Edwards


Walter C. Edwards Poems

281. The Old Man 3/22/2014
282. Just Dream Of Me 3/24/2014
283. Always 3/26/2014
284. On This Island Of Mine 3/29/2014
285. Out Of My Life 3/30/2014
286. Black 4/3/2014
287. You Can Not Hear 4/6/2014
288. Got To See You Tonight 4/9/2014
289. Missing You 4/12/2014
290. That You Never Saw Me 4/13/2014
291. Fallen 12/14/2013
292. A Life Of Need 12/15/2013
293. Penniless 12/17/2013
294. Again 12/18/2013
295. Silent Whispers 12/21/2013
296. Never Meant To Be 12/23/2013
297. Two Quarters 12/25/2013
298. From This Sleep 12/28/2013
299. Morning Blues 1/4/2014
300. Withering Vine 1/5/2014
301. Lick Lick 1/6/2014
302. Never Let You Go. 1/7/2014
303. Bewitching Hour 1/9/2014
304. Still Wear White 1/11/2014
305. You Have Found Love 1/12/2014
306. Just Only You 1/12/2014
307. Mr. Daily 1/13/2014
308. Vinny's Poem 1/14/2014
309. Worn Out Jeans 1/15/2014
310. Wishes Of A Child 1/16/2014
311. To Your Door 11/14/2013
312. A Letter Today 11/16/2013
313. Borrowed Time 11/17/2013
314. Blink Of An Eye 11/18/2013
315. Boom Boom 11/19/2013
316. Passing Through Silent Gate 12/1/2013
317. A Ghost She Could Not Number 12/2/2013
318. Counting Eighteen Dots 12/3/2013
319. Out The Door 12/4/2013
320. Wating For Slumber 12/6/2013
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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Candles Of Delight

When silowets dance in the night,
to classical music from a distant light,
robes undune just right infront of window paines,
soft skin kissed by flickering candles
now blow out,
just as two hands clasped,
then leave that theater to delight,
into another place, another room.

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