TWO GIANT HAYSTACKS WITH CONVERGING LINES
(Giant Haystacks ~ A Collection of Verse That Meet)
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O Albion, O Albion princess among the wolves
Your lithe ways betray your sensuous moves
O Albion, O Albion she lay down in the hay
Her dog-bitch must brought on by a brewers dray
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I know I love thee, I love thee more than money
and in the morning we’ll go walking
out on the horizon
we are never coming back
…
That egg-blue horizon where lost telegraph wires
suffer the same morbid attenuation of a nation
grey lines disappearing
behind two flaxen stacks
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It’s hard to believe until you shake the sieve
that all these lines will meet one day
inside the passions murmuration
where only grizzled monsters grieve
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Converging and concentric lines
the 1,000th part at heavens gate
where even Romulus and Remus wait
Sanctus Paulus et Petrus there conclude
with pious Pope both their parallel fate
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This tattooed Isle ~ this tortured Isle
conscience-worn and stricken
attitudes vile, uninformed, yet still uncertain
Where tolerance becomes a dirty word
and love the final treason
...
Please rush past my window
with your flutter and your pomp
Don’t bother knocking at my door
you will never find me in
Until you bow the knee,
and then confess your sin
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Two haystacks stand in the corner of this field
huge obstacles that can be turned to fodder
Two giant haystacks in a field
One said to the other
You are my brother, did you know
We came from the same mother?
The sun had burnt one to black
thus proved it were an older stack
showed against the younger’s gold
that younger was not that old
Or wise, or thoughtful or caring
just spent its evenings staring
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What is the weather forecast today ~ cloudy?
What is the forecast for today ~ sun?
What was the forecast for us today – run?
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Have we now forgotten how to cry
or forgotten how to laugh?
The golden future of tomorrow
…
Have we forgotten how to love
or now forgotten how to give?
God opened a stained-blood window
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I took an orange from the bowl today
peeled back its orange skin
I tasted fruit so sweet and driven
could not smell its culture’s sin
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Farmer came to clear the stacks away
To open up the skyline panorama
Loaded they upon a cart in threes an’ twos
To preclude this allegorical dilemma
Not a hamstrung minister of indecision
Nor repentant priest, no sharp contrition
We nurse the absurdity of change without drama
compose a litany where waters run most deep
While only two things mean anything in this life
God, and your heart, where then should we start?
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edenbraytoday
ref.21.06.2020 ~ the longest day
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TWO GIANT HAYSTACKS WITH CONVERGING LINES
TWO GIANT HAYSTACKS WITH CONVERGING LINES
(Giant Haystacks ~ A Collection of Verse That Meet)
…
…
O Albion, O Albion princess among the wolves
Your lithe ways betray your sensuous moves
O Albion, O Albion she lay down in the hay
Her dog-bitch must brought on by a brewers dray
…
I know I love thee, I love thee more than money
and in the morning we’ll go walking
out on the horizon
we are never coming back
…
That egg-blue horizon where lost telegraph wires
suffer the same morbid attenuation of a nation
grey lines disappearing
behind two flaxen stacks
…
It’s hard to believe until you shake the sieve
that all these lines will meet one day
inside the passions murmuration
where only grizzled monsters grieve
…
Converging and concentric lines
the 1,000th part at heavens gate
where even Romulus and Remus wait
Sanctus Paulus et Petrus there conclude
with pious Pope both their parallel fate
…
This tattooed Isle ~ this tortured Isle
conscience-worn and stricken
attitudes vile, uninformed, yet still uncertain
Where tolerance becomes a dirty word
and love the final treason
...
Please rush past my window
with your flutter and your pomp
Don’t bother knocking at my door
you will never find me in
Until you bow the knee,
and then confess your sin
…
Two haystacks stand in the corner of this field
huge obstacles that can be turned to fodder
Two giant haystacks in a field
One said to the other
You are my brother, did you know
We came from the same mother?
The sun had burnt one to black
thus proved it were an older stack
showed against the younger’s gold
that younger was not that old
Or wise, or thoughtful or caring
just spent its evenings staring
…
What is the weather forecast today ~ cloudy?
What is the forecast for today ~ sun?
What was the forecast for us today – run?
…
Have we now forgotten how to cry
or forgotten how to laugh?
The golden future of tomorrow
…
Have we forgotten how to love
or now forgotten how to give?
God opened a stained-blood window
…
I took an orange from the bowl today
peeled back its orange skin
I tasted fruit so sweet and driven
could not smell its culture’s sin
…
Farmer came to clear the stacks away
To open up the skyline panorama
Loaded they upon a cart in threes an’ twos
To preclude this allegorical dilemma
Not a hamstrung minister of indecision
Nor repentant priest, no sharp contrition
We nurse the absurdity of change without drama
compose a litany where waters run most deep
While only two things mean anything in this life
God, and your heart, where then should we start?
…
edenbraytoday
ref.21.06.2020 ~ the longest day
RESEARCH ALBUM :
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…
thanks for listening …
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . 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 an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray