Horace Edmunds

poem by Horace Edmunds

Along life's dim lit pathway, left to chance or left to choice, we always hear one calling, saying, listen to my voice... Throughout the time we spend here, we're doomed to join the chase, but climbing out, we look about, an... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

Dare to fight the bounds which might quickly appear to bind you. Don't try to lick the lunatic which always stays behind you. So, just deserves, before she swerves to quicken Every lesson, bound for the beach that was Once out of... Read more

story by Horace Edmunds

The following is: An Oratory Prose, as "I" call it, and only to be taken at the reader's discretion. It is doubtless not meant for everyone, but as it is read, please keep in mind, we all are on a journey, and nobody has the complet... Read more

lyrics by Horace Edmunds

I've said that five word Phrase, and on my brain-screen stays, an imprint of those words, that might be FOR THE BIRDS!! Do we need throw out best, to return our selves to test? Can we be all to blame, for what happens at ignition o... Read more

publication by Horace Edmunds

As I refer to the title of the work I wrought by the name "The rampant calling of a nation crawling. In attempting to title this work, I find that I mistakenly juxtaposed the first attempted creation of a title, therefore, the "work" ... Read more

publication by Horace Edmunds

As I refer to the title of the work I wrought by the name "The rampant calling of a nation crawling. In attempting to title this work, I find that I mistakenly juxtaposed the first attempted creation of a title, therefore, the "work" ... Read more

publication by Horace Edmunds

As I refer to the title of the work I wrought by the name "The rampant calling of a nation crawling. In attempting to title this work, I find that I mistakenly juxtaposed the first attempted creation of a title, therefore, the "work" ... Read more

publication by Horace Edmunds

As I refer to the title of the work I wrought by the name "The rampant calling of a nation crawling. In attempting to title this work, I find that I mistakenly juxtaposed the first attempted creation of a title, therefore, the "work" ... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

Carpenter’s Hill He marched up the hill , the only true Soldier, While I sit here so smug with my mug full of Folger’s I discussed me with many of the white men in coats I neither did fall ... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

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poem by Horace Edmunds

Sharing under the Spell How does it feel to you to be in the crowd, to never make your mark on more than one, out loud? Are you really to busy, or are you just too proud, to see the waves of love that sweep your way On an endl... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

I find myself wound up like a toy that's Spring-loaded, and hustle and bustle to leave it Candy-Coated, for dainty the dish when is served under pressure that that we call freedom our Liberty (a Thresher), Though thought leaves i... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

Had a dream of you and I, found it not as soothing sky, end of days of pain and sorrow, as I dream of each new morrow. Pressing needs all gather round, with perhaps no common ground, while dispensed in all it's glory, people ask to... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

There are ways to get by, if we'll only but try to see fortune in some of our trials, Though never around to see or hear sound, we switch on the the tears and the smiles. Not only is this, worth a smile and a kiss, but the ones who... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

Cowardice is not my style, besides, I like to crack a smile, so if you're ever in the glade,look me up, I'm in the shade. I wander sometimes from place to place, looking for ways to join the chase. But never a word can be discussed ... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

Take a walk, I heard her say, and walk your dog along the way, but be careful of all you do, for the dog-police may catch on to you. So I ventured off into the expanse,just barely dressed in a pair of new pants, when to my surprise... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

I've said that five word Phrase, and on my brain-screen stays, an imprint of those words, that might be FOR THE BIRDS!! Do we need throw out best, to return our selves to test? Can we be all to blame, for what happens at ignition o... Read more

poem by Horace Edmunds

I sit and wait for tides to change the pace of where we've been, The knocking on the basement door, the calling of a Wren. A nation waits in wanting need of making headway soon.... still at the drop of every hat, the whistle blows ... Read more