Victor S. Wallace

Cape Coral, Florida

World War II veteran, front lines 17 months, overseas 27 months. 5th & 7th army - Africa, Italy, France, Germany, Austria. 5 Bronze Battle Stars, French Medal of Appreciation. Author/publisher of 433 page hard cover book of short stories entitled Action Galore ($19.95 plus $4.95 ship/hand), also 120 page, hard cover book of down-to-earth poems, verse, entitled Rhyme With Reason ($9.95 plus $3.50 ship/hand). Also a songwriter, with 30 songs with music on cassettes. A feeling of fulfillment to create mystery, romance, joy, sex, fear, rape, ghosts, with surprise endings, mood changing in poetry and verse, gospel, country, blues, pop, etc. All and more through poetry songs and verse. A challenge, creating creations, coming alive to live. Enjoy all the wonderful poetry and arts, you will benefit...

Alone

Do you feel alone and on the shelf.
And blame everyone except yourself?
Look out your window,
And see the world at play.
Ask how can I make this a special day?
Call out with love,
"I need a Friend."
There will be a line-up before day's-end.
Special People calling,
Saying, "I too feel alone,"
"I will be your Friend."

Haiku

Can't reach the itch,
miss you, miles apart.
Need you here!

Shadow

The wind blows the trees around.
The shadows constantly changing on the ground.
The Sun goes behind a Cloud.
The shadows silently disappear in the shroud.
The cloud floats out of sight. The Sun is instantly out bright.
From nowhere, the shadows are back,
Maneuvering skillfully right on track.
Shadow is shade; Rest! Our dues are paid
Shadows come and move to and fro.
On a hot day, we know where to go.
A shadow never controls itself,
But the Painter, regulates each shadow by himself.
God's paintbrush is always busy, -

never on the shelf.

Destiny

When you come to the end of the road,
Go ahead, explode, do not go back,
Blaze out a new trail.
In time, a Super Highway, may unveil.

Fully Grown

Picturing the future,
Knowing the past.
Sleeping only part-time,
Wondering if memories will last.
Winds drying the dew drops,
Remembering music from yester-year.
Laborers gathering golden crops.
Late cold rain storm appears,
Creeks rush full of motion.
Important things forgotten.
Fastest move, is slow motion.
Two spouses, rocking side by side.
Both smiling, one saying,
"You are still, my Lovely Bride."

Victor S. Wallace welcomes letters. Write to:
4703 SE 17th Place, Unit 104, Cape Coral, FL 33904-8783