The Best of Choice: The Best of Choice, #1

By Edward Lee Wolverton

From a lifetime of creating art, Edward Lee Wolverton's collection The Best of Choice, Volume 1 focuses in on the good, the bad, and everything in between.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spellbound Publishing House, LLC
• Release date: Nov 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798891230514

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The Best of Choice

Edward Lee Wolverton

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Spellbound Publishing House, LLC

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Copyright © 2023 by Edward Lee Wolverton

Cover art by Edward Lee Wolverton

Cover design by Taylor Johnson

Edited by Taylor Johnson

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Identifiers: LCCN 2023947902 | ISBN 9798891230507 (hardback)

ISBN 9798891230491 (paperback) | 9798891230514 (ebook)

Also By Edward Lee Wolverton

BOOKS OF POETRY

Red Rose

My Wild Irish Rose

Blue Savant

The Purple Muse

Arabesque

Over the Bridge of Sighs

The Calliope Waltz

Whispering Soul

Sunlight in my Soul

Tea House of the Bamboo Sun

The Love of God

Antietam

Center Stage Poetry

Rosebud

BOOKS OF PHOTOGRAPHY

Railyard Blues

In Living Color

Treasures of Yosemite

BOOKS OF FINE ART

Color Art – Watercolor Floral

Color Art – Study in Watercolor

Color Art – Watercolor Still Life

Color Art – Portrait Study in Mediums

Color Art – Oils- Graphic Oil Study

Color Art – Oils- Light Refraction

Color Art – Oils- Still Life Vase

Color Art – Acrylic- Abstract Scatter Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Abstract Blog Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Abstract Blotter Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Scrabble Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Marble Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Chain Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Blitz Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Cubism Box Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Blotz Art

Color Art – Acrylic- Abstract-Linear

Color Art – Acrylic- Abstract-Atomic

Color Art – Acrylic- Black Ink-Abstract

Just A Thought Away

Strike the bell.

Once for memories,

Once for love.

When in wonder,

When in awe.

For a soul who whispers sweet thoughts of yesterday,

Remembering is never to forget,

Just a thought away.

We live,

We die.

For when we sleep,

For when we open our eyes.

For the soul who shines upon our hearts forever,

Remembering, as if it were only yesterday,

Just a thought away.

Strike the bell,

Light the eternal flame.

When in the simple ways of life

The shine of wisdom is smiling upon their soul.

This love that touched upon our hearts forever,

The vision that shines an eternal light,

Just a thought away.

Foreword

This compilation of works gathered for this book are actual poetic works,

Based on the published works of Edward Wolverton

Some poems have been changed for editing,

And some works are still in the same format

As earlier printings have organized.

The reasons for rewriting,

And for reprinting purposes,

Is to get a greater view

To the general public,

For what was lost in the

First printings of the author’s

Original first prints.

Many of these poetry works have been

Re-edited, and organized into the special

Run of a completed book,

To enhance the reader for a

Best of Choice printing

Of Edward Wolverton

Poet

Fine Artist, Photographer

In the Silicon Valley

Of the United States of America

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The Poetry of Us

We speak of love, friendship, and companions.

We journey into a land that is all our own.

In the mind’s eye, we vision a love, or maybe a word

That we feel need in speaking of.

The thought of my compassion,

And the lasting thoughts of love to verse,

And then screaming out loud of love,

And create a verse to love.

Just words

But the deep emotions become set into our hearts

And cause a fire to burn into our minds,

Causing us to explode into a fury of thought,

Scorching out loud verbs, vowels, and conjectures

Immersed in tears,

As we write down the words for love.

It is the poetry of us

That we say these words, and write them down.

Nothing more, and nothing less than the sum of us

That we try to remember why we live,

And why we speak,

Or why we write the words down

That we weep.

It is the gift of creation to love

That only some of us have.

To write poetry,

We keep seeking the words

And write them into history.

It is the poetry of us

That never dies,

But lives in the memory of our words,

And in the memories of others.

A Poet's Dragons

I feel immersed in tears

Holding life at its fullest passion.

Gathering verse, to tease the soul

Having compassion at my birth,

Nix, coughing up blood at my words.

I feel revelations flowing through my veins

Throwing up laughter,

And choking insane thoughts.

The dragon has met me,

And hell is just a step away,

Just a word away…

I seek peace within my soul

It is the reason of verse

That I live on in words.

The dragon stares into my eyes,

His bloody red eyes meet with mine

And rape my inner thoughts.

I am cold, and shiver the words down as I write

Hoping all is not lost,

But gazing back to the beginning of time.

I have not won the battle

Nor have I forgotten my sword,

But to swing at this beast

Who crawls in the deep of my mind

With verse, after verse, afor’ time

Wakes the soul of a poet.

Painted Days

Painted days that I see before me

With the scribble of the pen, I adore you,

I will wash the color of your eyes

And make you real life.

Painted hours set upon the canvas reach

Oils, pastels, and acrylics bleed

and blend upon a bridge of charcoal and pencil,

To be giving life.

Painted souls to make the heartbeat,

With tainted lives to lay in wet tears,

For fear that the colors will clash,

Or might mold,

Then wash away.

Painted moods on bleached canvas

With water soiled corners that paste old sunlight,

And the portrait cracks with old age.

Painted watercolors drip dry

upon a black stormy coast,

With sandy soil in a light touch of brown,

And mud begins to boil in hues.

Painted streaks of rainbow colors

Wash the day into time’s framework of art,

And canvas fills with life images

To begin the morrow

With a flash of golden paint.

Silence is the Air

Silence does bring me home again.

I speak the words that are never heard,

I, Myself to understand these words.

A gift of gab to grab me whole

As I speak the words that knit