DISABLED & HAMSTRUNG

DISABLED and HAMSTRUNG

mythology

Mythology

… …

I go to a very private place

Ive been waiting for this sentinel, my academia

Long lines of freedom detached,

Surrounded, astounded, confounded

and four the white horses walking in front of me

… …

and it’s said patience be a virtue

who wanders in a shroud of darkest reason

but never is a friend or a river in flood

Or bears the thunder of hooves

Or types sweet messages of love while I sleep

… …

St. Tarquin arrives with his sleeves rolled up

accompanied by his three barest bosomed wives

Adronnicus, Hermeclet and Lysinnius

each worth more than a long nights consideration

and we all end up plying Rummy-gin

… …

The dawning of morning brings the subject of politicia

Percicullus, Thailemon and Arcadius

arriving to summon the welcome of the 4 moons

The music not great but more often that’s the persons playing

And a bridled pony dressed in blue velvet and gold

… …

Haggard the women, paunched the men

Who strolling in their quarters succumb to the strangest order

It is a sadness that we all must meet our end

Our names be carved in vaguest clouds of memory

A wispy, transient, unreliable precipitation

… …

Our ability to earn as always is the highest degree

Admiration, celebration, condescension

The true street-dwellers still searching for the verdant valley

Nae’ joined ta’ tree-huggers nor indeed learnin’ tha’ beggar arts

They still standing tall with the shoulders of giants

… …

I seen fire and I seen rain – quoth he – so settled on his haunches

And those ‘salad days’ – I thought would never end 

Walk with me dear heart, we may walk around the bend

‘One time’ to stand upright within the aisle

And sample then one moment of all thats brave or strong

… …

Ulysses, Themistocles, Amphictyonis

champions all – stip-stepping from the ring enough to curtsy

Empowering the quiet army of the intelligentsia

Who play with their genitals while softly forming words

of their own choosing, valour or construction

… …

Terminus, omnium rerum finem par est

The greyest of all moons aligns with all we consider galvanising 

The fairest shines, the smallest curved yet is still benign

Only the full moon contests the end of all things is equal

While the bravest Andronemus flutters alone in search of it’s sequel

… …

writtenbyedenbrayfinishing-thursday,21st.november,2019.

… …

dealing with alcoholism

… dealing with alcoholism …

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authors-comment ~ maybe the world as I see it right now but then I don’t tell you how to write – edenbray

 

 

About edenbray

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
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