A NEW PUBLICATION: FINAL CALL

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 17 – POEM 16
To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.
This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.
I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work. – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)
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Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B – TODAY – the Poem – TOO ENDLESSLY : ~
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MODERN WORKS 2020
by edenbray
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TOO ENDLESSLY .. .
Hemmingway’s Folly
.
The rolling river knows and to this torture shows
From virtues sodden garments strewn
The bloodless captives body hewn
.
O endless river follow long, a plaintiff song
Where dreams will last forever
Our deepest friendships we sever
.
We cannot chide the moon its life is longer
Loves bite is stronger than the
Sentiment of shadows, wayward arrows
.
When we write our story down in verse
We suckle at life’s wet nurse
Who forces her to yield?
.
What bastard drone betide may step aside
Abandon loves purest reason
To fulfil the rutting stag in season
.
And nature charming like a sceptarian
Seven hands for seven throats
Seven lives, seven moats
.
And in this spun tale of summer gold,
I see within her folds, lust has wed
The serpents head, so angry and so red
.
The deed was done, of sumnal scum
O great Rome, she still speaks to the soul of man
Offers prayers to Zeus and gods of Roman story
.
O harlot tramp the hoary, not centre of our story
Some saints are set for glory
Shield me O’ phantom roaring
.
And in all this turgid mire she capitulates
Loves lovers lost beneath her virgin state
Loves moment born to virtue sworn
.
The specious dawn of fair Capricorn
O laugh to scorn the sanscript of her love forlorn
The lover bared capitulates to spawn
.
O holy fire that burns the chaff of lust in satan’s pyre
The wire of restraint within a maidens fire
For they burn inside the hole of hell
.
And Saint Adronedes astride the golden shire
Steps forth to shout at Surgun’s sun
Her fervour to espunge
.
Ho, regulateur the northern sun as cold as fire
Extends her holy, male-born spire
This Captain’s heart of swollen desire
.
In Capita’ de Espana a Bull’s testiculos
to determine the diminutive
The collective compulsive
.
We stop to observe the wonder of her gaze
The memory of Hemmingway’s ways
Too endlessly they disappear
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JOSH THE STREET-SINGER !
‘Street Courage’
I first saw him standing on a street corner
opposite the coffee shop
I heard him singing words I’d heard before
that made me stop
In my tracks and the hairs on my neck stood up
‘Little boxes made out of ticky tacky’
that’s what I need to hear
Dropped a shilling in his cup
wished I could a’ bought him a beer
A cup of cheer for the singer on the corner
on a cold day in Boston town
On a new years day with virus all around
a virus that’s brought the people down
..
So I bought some coffees
to take down to the park
Past the corner where he stood
before it gets too dark
The singer he was tuneful, played his guitar so well
A songbird in Boston singing songs
I hadn’t heard for years
These songs made perfect sense to me
songs to dispel your fears
So I spoke to the street singer
took his picture there and then
Said If I wrote some verses out
did he have a card where I could send?
..
Street singer plying his trade in all weathers
singing for coin out in the cold
On a damp winters day, the street singer
had something bright to say
Singing songs of life and meaning out in this circus
Of life and liberty that’s falling down
around our ankles around our knees
While we wrestle and we worry
over this goddamn disease
Just a moment Master Pessimist the candlemakers son
light a candle on the street
For this troubadour with a wood guitar
is still standing on his feet!
..
a bit of a ditty for my mate Josh Robins
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