Originally posted on February 22, 2011 – written 22.12.1988
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I am a scientist, marine biologist,
Discoverer of planets, stretching to new horizons,
Breaking the mould that grips me with octopus grasp.
One thing for certain, I am no poet,
No visionary, no rhymer of rhymes,
As I play with words, like a child with Lego,
Forming and fitting bits together,
Hard fact, grand supposition and mellow illusion.
These all twist and embrace, copulate like lusting insects,
I watch animated, involved, unafraid, unashamed,
As these angular forms, patterns, grow.
Divesting, releasing, exciting.
Imagination is my first primeval gift,
My right to use and enjoy.
Why play on the edge of experience and temptation?
When one may wallow, indulge in the centre of delights.
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writtenbyedenbray22.12.88
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#NOTE – I think this poem I wrote at a very different time and at a very different socio/economic point in western-world history, subsequently it might be considered slightly dated but I believe it certainly still has merit. It should definitely have been sub-titled ‘STATING THE BLOODY OBVIOUS’ I feel but perhaps I was too polite in them days.
#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive Poetry – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation!
https://edenbray.wordpress.com/2011/02/22/stating-the-obvious-appendix/
EDENBRAY ~ RETROSPECTIVE – 4
STATING THE OBVIOUS – Appendix
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I am a scientist, marine biologist,
Discoverer of planets, stretching to new horizons,
Breaking the mould that grips me with octopus grasp.
One thing for certain, I am no poet,
No visionary, no rhymer of rhymes,
As I play with words, like a child with Lego,
Forming and fitting bits together,
Hard fact, grand supposition and mellow illusion.
These all twist and embrace, copulate like lusting insects,
I watch animated, involved, unafraid, unashamed,
As these angular forms, patterns, grow.
Divesting, releasing, exciting.
Imagination is my first primeval gift,
My right to use and enjoy.
Why play on the edge of experience and temptation?
When one may wallow, indulge in the centre of delights.
.
writtenbyedenbray22.12.88
.
#NOTE – I think this poem I wrote at a very different time and at a very different socio/economic point in western-world history, subsequently it might be considered slightly dated but I believe it certainly still has merit. It should definitely have been sub-titled ‘STATING THE BLOODY OBVIOUS’ I feel but perhaps I was too polite in them days.
#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive Poetry – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation!
https://edenbray.wordpress.com/2011/02/22/stating-the-obvious-appendix/
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I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray