(A song)

Originally written ~ 10.10.1981  – Originally Posted 09.01.2012 – Re-posted as part of an Edenbray Retrospective ~ 30.12.2019


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Garni Sallow

(A song)

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I went to the top and swallowed

Swallowed pride!


Bed of roses ~ no!

Bed of roses ~ no-o!

But Garni Sallow

He does take my hand


Motivation soliloquy

Regeneration ~ Happening to me

Backward taking ~ Since ‘my’ fall


It’s so Big ‘my’ fall

Identification ~ with all ‘my’ means

Qualification ~ ‘my’s’ in the genes


Cannot escape ~ No way at all

till Garni Sallow

He came along


Holding water ~ full to the brim

Garni Sallow

He knows how to swim

and filling me slowly

is no fun at all


My Garni Sallow

He overflow-w-w-w – w

Killing me softly

For Him is no tale



Dear Garni Sallow

He kills me stone dead

with His love

with His l-o-o-v-e

with His l-o-o-v-e!


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#Authors note:~ This was a song with no tune I wrote originally in 1981, nigh on 40 years ago. It follows a theme I have kind of perpetuated since I imagined it in and around 1969/70. It concerns the sincerity or naivete of faith and also the name or names of god. The premise of this theme and also this love-song presupposes that a loving god would be more than happy to be given a ‘pet’ or sincerely personal ‘love’ name as the name one might give to a true loved one, friend or relative – like possibly ‘gramps’ or something even more personal than that. God looks on the heart and should therefore be able to discern the true sincerity of faith within the human heart and therefore remain unperturbed by such seeming familiarity. This song is a love-song born within a love-relationship and sung by a loved, accepted and confident believer to the object of their faith and love ~ Garni Sallow 

( Link ~ https://edenbray.wordpress.com/ronism-%e2%99%97-it-all-started-at-a-party-with-friends/ )

Personal Jesus

Depeche Mode

Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believerPut me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess

#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive Poetry – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation!

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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