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I would never have put this out, so seemingly strangely

It took me over like a whirlwind over Polynesian islands

The absence of joy somehow only increases our paranoia

The deep hurts we carry become more the trials of each day

The mountain higher, the road longer, in search of your smile

And Hyacinth, so pretty though her voice is cracked & broken

Her white teeth describing sallow cheeks, both dusky and brown


We all invest in princes, knights, saints, it is our common plan,

We light our fires & raise a glass to a statue of the common man

The civilisation of masses leaves the albatross alone to wander

Humility so lost to the children of techno where megabyte rules

And bandaids became a solitary punctuation of our compassion

Where once knelt nuns, friars surrendered to the hope of heaven

Hyacinth Maharajh ~ just a distant recall on a lonely mountain 





About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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