John M Edwards Jr
Bio
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
Stories (37/0)
A Moment in My Life That Changed Me Dramatically
On the morning of November 15, 1981, Emmer Jean Gladney Edwards’ spirit departed her body. Emmer Jean Gladney Edwards is my mom. Her spirit no longer dwells on earth. She now rest in the peaceful presence of our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ.
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Interview
Freedom for Us
Miss Harriet Tubman, Ima run tonight. Ima get my gurl out of master's house and we'ah dash through the night. Don't know where we'ah goin, but we'ah let the North Star lead us. Don't know how to swim, but my gurl says I can hang onto her wide hips as she'ah swim us across the deep dark riva. Eyes ah strong. Eyes can fight the Black Bear or the Bad wolf. When we get across the riva, I’ah build us a raft and we'ah sale off unto our freedom.
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Poets
Little Flower
Little Flower, So beautiful you are. I see the weeds trying to choke you out. The weeds have their blossoms but they stink. Let me pluck you up and transplant you in a field where there are no weeds. I would love to water you and watch you grow even more beautifully. Little Flower, how beautiful you are. Step into the palm of my hand and let me take you to Wonderland. Little Flower, you're so rare, so make sure you take care, and stop taking so many dares. Little Flower, beware. There are weeds everywhere. Little Flower, come with me. Let me plant you where there are trees and no weeds. Little Flower, do you hear me? Are you listening Little Flower?
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Poets
Quiet Nights
Darling, As I think of you, I'm wishing you a life, full of quiet nights, romance, eating popcorn, sipping wine, and watching movies. Our bodies are glowing in the candlelight and flowing to the sound of ocean waves. The silence of the night is disturbed only by pants and signs of passion in sexual ecstasy. Fulfilling each other's desire, we lovers delight. Oh quiet night. Come sweet quiet night. Lying back in your lover's arms, cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh, my arms wrapped around you, palms against your thighs. My moist forefinger, flicking against your swollen clit, your breast all perked and my prick so thick, throbbing with anticipation of what awaits. You turn towards me, putting your legs around my waist. Your firm breast all in my face. You moan as I nibble the tip of your tit, as you slide upon your joy stick. You’re sliding back and forth with jaunting jabs, each time peeling me back further than before. Trying to see who will be the first to shoot the juice, all the while begging to cum some more. I assist with my fingers, grabbing tight on your ass. This joy ride I'm enjoying, and will continue to enjoy all night long, night after night. Come quiet night.
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Poets
My Only Choice
Hey Babe, You’re my only choice. No other one will I choose. If I can’t have you, I’d just rather lose. When I was younger I used to line women up in my mind, numbering one thru five. If number one didn’t come through on time, I’ll just go to the next one in line, but with time I have mature.
By John M Edwards Jr5 months ago in Poets
Flight to Paradise
King Yeshua, just as he had promised, burst through the clouds, coming back to pick up his people. When he had left, he stated that he was going away to prepare mansions for his people. His people didn’t wait for him to touch down to the ground. Empowered by this inner spiritual force, they rose up to meet him in the air. Even those who had been waiting for his arrival in bunkers six feet below, burst through the earth’s surface to meet him in the air.
By John M Edwards Jr6 months ago in Futurism
