More Stories: A Book of Poems
By Don Edwards
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Don Edwards
Don Edwards has previously published four books of poetry. These are Scars and Stories — Poems, More Stories — A Book of Poems, The Third Book — A Book of Poems, Mostly, and To Warm The Solitary Night. The third book is “mostly” poems because it includes a handful of stories at the end. Everybody Wants To Be Loved is his fifth book of poetry. Mr Edwards is also the founding member of True Gospel Bookstore which records his poems as songs. These songs can be heard on all streaming services. Also, he has recorded some of these poems for the True Gospel Bookstore website. If you would like to hear them, go to the “Book of Poems” page at www.truegospelbookstore.com. Most of these poems consider the topics of Love and Death, which is all that matters, and also the M poems. Mr Edwards lives in Los Angeles.
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Old men like I have only scars and stories
To keep
And spread in thick red pools of memories
Between the ironic chuckles of a
Life outlasting
And the periodic moans of what might have been.
From Scars and Stories, Old Men Like I
Volume One
We Are But Recycled
We are but recycled souls.
Absent that I cannot explain
My tangled memories
Nor my desultory life.
No other reason seems to be
For what happens daily still to me.
Visions of unknown rivers and forests,
Nameless broad gray lakes
Reflecting a foreign sky
Fill my nightly view.
And then there's you —
Your visit every evening,
The darkness as your doorway,
My dreams your limousine.
All I can do is watch you
Rising up, aglow in sweetness,
A power I have never seen,
Your quiet smile otherworldly
And remembered from afar.
Your countenance defies gravity
And floats above the earth's troubled rim,
The supernal answer to my life's dreary quest.
You refuse time's constant drag,
Embrace freedom — beat back
The resistance of the clock.
No more regulation, no longer lost
In time but here for an infinite now
To answer love's repeated call.
I have sensed you
Just around the corner
From the day's noisy churn.
Sometime before this life,
You promised, I'll be right back,
And here I await, scenting the life before
Which you made worth the living.
You have slept throughout my life
Now awake to us.
All is stumble and process —
No words to ease the day.
I know from the light in your eyes,
The falcon stare direct and potent,
That you are here for me.
More than that is still the mystery
Of time's twisted way.
I Am
I am not your Red Cross Knight
But how I wish I were.
I cannot make you promises
Because it's all designed to fail.
All I can do is say how much I love you
Say that I love you
I love you
As the meager days plod by.
No I am not your Savior.
I'm as lost as all the rest.
I cannot take you over there.
The way is dark and long.
All I can do is say how much I love you
Say that I love you
I love you
As the wicked days confound.
Neither am I your Mentor.
The answers elude me.
The questions themselves
Seem fuzzy and askance.
All I can do is say how much I love you
Say that I love you
I love you
As the perplexing days spin past.
But yes I can be your partner
Though I am only here awhile.
I can care and touch and sing to you
A song to last as long as we
And say each moment how much I love you
Say that I love you
I love you
As our precious days float quiet by.
Love and Death
The days burned hot, unending,
When all of this began.
I felt the union all around —
A brotherhood, a common realm.
But hours sped on and knots dissolved.
The perceived empowerment failed,
Unraveling into a tangled mess
Of opposing shoves and thoughtless shrugs,
While years trudged along an unseen course
As dreams forgot their sway,
And I kept holding to the rules I'd set
Derived from those who saw the way.
But after you beat the horse all day,
The horse don't feel the beating.
I can only carry this load so long
Then nothing can make me step again.
As time churns on —
Beginning love and ending life —
There are only two escapes.
Both Love and Death await us each
And all are subject to these fates.
Philip ODed alone one night
While you and I snuggled deep into
Each other's souls.
His breathing went fast for a time,
His pulse a flashing beat.
Then both slowed to unmeasurable,
And brown warmth drifted away
Into the blue world surround.
We should have seen it coming,
I guess, should have known
Such startling smiles and constant heat
Could not be real
But a shield between others and the lonely
Pain that ate his feet away.
I wonder what he was thinking
As the ticking grew louder.
What dreams occurred when
It faded?
What is it that we can do
What is it that we should wish
What is it that we may bring
To the day?
Since then you have gone as well,
Disappeared from my life and
I have lost all the love that was
And all that could yet be.
Overcome, I grumble vicious and unkind.
A pulse twitches my wrist but I am not alive.
My chest rises and deflates yet I am not aware.
I am now a sexless thing and raw.
Death or impotence —
That is now the question.
Love lost and lonely,
As age, that defect of birth.
Now mars my daily life.
I can only think to dance
All day and dream again of what is not.
Dance hard while in my reverie
You both rise from the dark
Sweet and wet and
Found once more
And for awhile.
The Fires
The fires burn each day and night
Of my wretched slogging life
By the yellow river's edge
Where the steaming air is sucked away
Through bullying gravity's dull torn web.
Here the