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| Robert Edwards Jr. | |
| United States | |
| Shreveport, La. | |
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"Shattered" by Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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"Art Thee Truly Spring?" by Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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"Clarity of Vision" by Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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"Write" by Robert Edwards, Jr. We see that words and little things |
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"Asps and Daggers" by Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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| "Somewhere" by Robert Edwards, Jr. we begin... clean slates we write our dreams upon, under sunny skies so they tell us its alright to play, until they change their mind and we tell ourselves that its okay, and everything is fine where are the lovers and friends so fair? they must be hard to find somewhere in our minds, we're who we want to be artists painting words, and writing wings that set us free somewhere in our minds, we're who we want to be, we can't ignore our destiny let me go, so I can build my treehouse now, before it gets too cold and when I'm standing in the snow, they'll say the birds are singing loud is it okay to pick a clover, when the sun has gone? where are the girls that call my name, and sing their happy songs? somewhere in our minds, we're who we want to be singers planting seeds, and gardners singing songs with ease somewhere in our minds, we're who we want to be, let's set the prisoners free... and we'll fight on, we'll win the prize, and reach the top, before their eyes we'll swim in clouds, fly in the sea, and feel it all, just you and me we'll breathe the sun, be warmed by air, go far and deep, and everywhere we'll build sand castles out of wine, you'll be with me, and I'll be fine oh baby... somewhere in my mind, I'm who I want to be shadows gone away, and treetops swaying in the breeze somewhere in my mind, I'm who I want to be... I'll find a way to be. copyright (c) 1996 - 2011 Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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| "Spring" by Robert Edwards, Jr. The warmth of your eternal morning glows pink in the early sky, as winter melts and shadows fade.. You renew the color of flower and song of birds that fly; your ever glorious parade. To think and wonder of your time planned long ago, we understand your author's choice.. His dream of love and life to plant and grow; then gift His crafted images spirit, liberty and voice. The glee in creatures great and small tells the tale, the long cold night must end.. As the dimly approaching flame of dawn, the birth of clover and whisper of fawn, and blue of heaven with green of lawn cast their spell; Spring to earth and life is surely... a friend. copyright (c) 1996 - 2011 Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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| "Red Wine and Chocolate" by Robert Edwards, Jr. So fine the lasses who play with thee, mere infant muse so fair. The crimson joy hath filled thy cup, mystique her anthem, glee her share. The perch of liberty, bird seekiing flight, free drink of spirit, fly if thou dare. And when so true the eve should end, the moon doth courtsey, nor foe, not friend. Seek noble confection, as sisters fend, gifts given thee... as night songs intend... copyright (c) 1996 - 2011 Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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"Her Wings" by Robert Edwards, Jr. She swam in the ocean, then let her wings dry in the sun. I was standing naked beside her. She wrapped me in her wings, and I was warm. I was warm, and clothed in the feathered luminescence of her wings. We stood on the beach like a statue. In the shadow of night, she released me. She released me, but the glow of her wings revealed my form in the darkness. I cried out to her. She became frightened, and said "I'll fly away." "I'll fly away." said she in the air, and her feet passed the white crescent moon. I stood on the beach in the cold, and waited for her to return. "For her to return," thought I, "shall I cover myself in the sand?" And as I dug in the earth by the sea, her neon trail appeared in the sky. In the sky her return was sure, and her new song was clever and pure. To test my true love, she flew away like a dove, and my dirty hands were the cure. copyright (c) 1996 - 2011 Robert Edwards, Jr. |
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| "Dolphins" by Robert Edwards, Jr. The days of joy and rainy afternoons of serenity built our nights of splendor. The ocean of our lives had only dolphins. A comparison profound, the romance of two halves making one is the organic role of grace they lend to the seas. Of Delphinus or Lissodelphis, the blue deep spawn divine to help us. The Tursiops, Sotalia, Sousa, all of sculpted evolution. The abysmal water of formation shared by the kingdom and divided classically gives order to our family. We see man and fishes. |
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I am Robert Edwards, Jr., from Shreveport, La. I'm 44, and quite the unpublished poet. It would be cool to be published, but I haven't really written enough to pursue that... yet. I discovered my interest in and talent for poetry around age 35. |
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