EDENBRAY in EXILE – 18 – its a bailey

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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its a bailey … using no traditional punctuation

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Adworld …

… o yes and it is an adworld ◉ as though you could add to this world at all ◉ add feeling  add sense  add quality ◉ job walked with god and god did some talking ◉ talked  talked  talked ◉ of things he had seen that even attenborough does not know ◉ attenborough after all is just a hack ◉ a pinny for a waiter with words subtle and deceiving ◉ he is like an ad to avert the eyes ◉ to advertise ◉ so give a child a magnifying glass  a jar  and an envelope and a show of some natural environment and they might even discover the world ◉ and they will talk  talk  talk from experience ◉ give them a kind and patient teacher who is firm and convinced and they will learn something of trust and innocence and feeling ◉ when i was a child the teachers hit us often but some also taught us and not just how to avoid the drill strap  the steel rule or that oh so floppy slipper tied to a bamboo cane with string mister morgan sir ◉ or the flying chalk duster or 20 minutes writing lines or an essay of 2000 words on golf balls or mister hodges less than accurate strike on your lower spine with a cold and greyed and sinister plimsole ◉ he meant to strike your fleshy arse or so you had always imagined with his go for your guns hands and his shapeless ink splattered suit ◉ and mister weston with his gentler ways who was entitled kaa at cubs and took us to the park to study leaves and draw them so we might know to which tree they belonged …

…  its a bailey  …  october 16 2013 writtenbyedenbray

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its a bailey … using no traditional punctuation

#Authors Note: Having established the order of these Bailey’s and their purpose here is another written in 2013, as the 18th entry in my ‘Edenbray in Exile’ Retrospective. This offering is a mixed-memoir piece using no traditional punctuation recalling both positive and negative images from my memories as a schoolchild. Firstly, recalling moments from the happiest of times I experienced as a member of the cubs – Baden Powell’s inspired society for under-11’s and an introduction to the Scout movement. Secondly, concerning less happy years spent at senior school where corporal punishment was still very much the order of the day often administered in a grossly sadistic and unpleasant way.

Once again, watch out for no capitals, comers or full-stops, small pause spacers and the bullet-point long-pause paragraph markers. Other than that please enjoy!                                                                                                                                                                      edenbraytoday

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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