Angel Come Home
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However due to countless request from his beloved fans, now for the first
time you can own a Limited Edition Title from the work of Eddie J. Porter.
Eddie has released Selected Titles from his book: Angel Come Home. They
are now available to you for a limited time, to own and enjoy for years to come.
He has personally Signed and Numbered each Title. Encased in a protective cover, they
come to you presented on delicate Pastel Swirl 8 1/2 x 11 paper, included is a Gift
self-sealing envelope with each Title.
Purchase Price: US $39.00 + $4.00 Shipping & Handling
Total:
US $43.00
ANGEL COME HOME
By Eddie J. Porter
Angel Come Home is a poetic chronicle of two lovers, torn apart by the
pitfalls of loving. Through searching and honesty, they discover that Love has many
faces. But more importantly, their love survives.
A complete circle. ANGEL COME HOME is realistic, hard-hitting, warm, touching.
It could happen to any one of us.
It happened to me.
San Francisco, California 1986
LIMITED COLLECTORS SERIES
Selected Titles And Excerpts From Angel Come Home
1. HAND IN HAND
- Excerpt -
I love to walk in the snow bundled, snug and warm
My favorite time is dusk. Where in the distance chimneys are
Starting to smoke and the lights of tiny cottages flicker in the
Ensuing darkness
Somewhere is heard the playful bark of a little boy's dog, delighted in
A game of fetch, enhancing the setting
As I turn to you, halting our pace your eyes meet mine. I can't help
But notice the evening mist on your vanilla skin. You are more beautiful
...
(continued to end)
2. ROBIN
- Excerpt -
Dear Robin Red Breast ...
Ye frequent yon clouds of amber haze soaring above creation,
Feeling the majesty of your realm
Your world, unparalleled void of boundaries or confines
I see you a splendor to be admired, yet, blush
Ye to hear yon maiden confess her passions?
"She spake the words ... (continued to end)
3. SCOWL
- Excerpt -
Pain reigned the throne of my soul.
You stood so proud so vain to deny my wants
To deny my needs
Your blood ran Ice Cold
With the trickle of my captivity
I was encased in the fancy of a whirlwind ...
None but the lonely.
To you I was a mere leaf of insignificance, pulled and
Shuffled about, with gloves of thorns, under the guise of: "I Love You."
Sleepless nights were as numerous as
Grains of sand on a sun scorched beach
My chest bears the brand of your feet
You levied your intimidating will upon my venerability
Making my frustration fester
But I always realized in my eternal optimism
Though hope remained a thin line, a thread of sorts
That some point in time, the ME I once knew
Would have a day to call his own.
With commitment and daring ... (continued to end)
4. ROSE COPPER HAIR
- Excerpt -
Her rose copper hair a slow tango,
In the arms of the autumn wind, persuaded me
To vent my Curiosity
Closing the distance, how quick,
My stride, and asked if she would be mine ... (continued to end)
5. OBSERVER
- Excerpt -
In the dank chill of the night, that which
Preyed upon those minds cradled in the arms
Of the Macabre, scanned the sky in fiendish outrage.
It came from afar. Uninvited. Unannounced. It came
Maniacal, in all it's splendor yet debonair
With a repugnant appetite of anticipation,
Adorned in blasphemy
I was there. Watching.
Once an observer now disinclined,
A participant - HURLED into acceptance.
Acceptance of the challenge before me
Before us ... Before all!
Armed with the innocence of childhood dreams, I engaged the Spell.
It's movements, rhythmic, laced with an earnestness that few
Have know, yet, hauntingly delicious - reminiscent of the
Sweet Sherry Wine Kisses of a Nymph I once knew!
Time has come to a stand still, as ... (continued to end)
6. YOU FLOW EFFORTLESSLY THROUGH MY MIND
- Excerpt -
The Visual Artist can convey on canvas your nonverbal qualities
Though one glance, would fail to complete the study
In verse, I have many chances ... (continued to end)
7. MORE THAN JUST A FACE
- Excerpt -
Spanish eyes ...
They vary with the seasons but
Are most remarkable in the springtime
Spanish eyes ... Your eyes
I'd know them anywhere. Any time. Any place.
Amid crowded figures
Lights screened in pastels
Your clarity though obscured in the sway of familiar faces
There's no second guessing your hair playing upon your shoulders
You are one of a kind
A single mold, ... (continued to end)
