
To celebrate the launch of this FIRST EDITION of a self-published pamphlet containing all 11 poems in the Complete Collection of BALADIN’S DREAM and OTHER TALES by edenbray, along with full Authors Notes, I am offering a signed, printed hard-copy for just £5 inc. post/packing for orders within the United Kingdom and £6.50 inc. shipping for orders outside the UK ~ This is a limited time offer!
#NOTE ~ please email ME ;~ stepheneede689@btinternet.com or post a comment in the comments box at the foot of this page and request details of how to make payment ~ including your name and the address where you would like the printed copy to be sent ~ PLEASE indicate if it is to be a gift. Many thanks ~ edenbraytoday
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TO Celebrate the occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – Today it is BALADINS DREAM ~ Part IX – REMEMBERIN’ LUCY
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⚜︎ ⚜︎ ⚜︎
BALADIN’S DREAM
and OTHER TALES
by edenbray
⚜︎
BALADIN’S DREAM ~ IX
Authors note ~
The ninth and originally the final part of the Dream of Baladin is possibly harder to follow than most I will admit and may need a translator which was in part my intention. Baladin has wandered in and out of America’s modern history and so of course had to be around at the time of the Battle of Little Bighorn to witness the final frontier of white mans humiliation of America’s proud and indigenous peoples who fought but failed to save their dignity at that horrific battle.
Pelleneous, I understand was an Indian squaw who changed her name to Lucy! ~ Loved by her people and adored by white men for her beauty she was married to Captain Darius by whom she had children and who we understand may have died at the hands of her natural kin.
How much of this is true or is legend we may only surmise and the jumble of this tale is confused further, due to Baladin’s aged and emotionally saddened memory as he recounts this most torrid part of his Dream. This tortured tale of love, hate and war-torn history he recounts on his very death bed. It was originally placed as Part III of the Dream to reflect its chronological order in the wholeness of the story and within Baladin’s long life.
This tale may in part also owe much to my respect for Arthur Pen’s epic film Little Big Man; to the romantic story of Pocahontas and John Smith; to General Custer and Chief Sitting Bull and their vitriolic feud; to Davy Crocket and John Wayne; to John Ford’s classic western ‘the Searchers’; to Chief Dan George or possibly the best proportion of a most excellent bottle of Sazerac straight Rye Whisky. Baladin passed, shortly after recounting this torrid tale on his way to that great reservation in the sky! ~ edenbraytoday
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BALADIN’S DREAM
IX
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REMEMBERIN’ LUCY!
P P P
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The plane pain is in the moment passing
and the joyful laughter which grates
Even sunlight can carry an annoyance factor
and my father, a grey resistance worker
…
I tumbled the ‘Redskin Falls’ ashamed
of what ‘we’ had done with a blockade
And a night to remember at ‘Bighorn’
so many were lying reeking in the hot sun
…
By the sweet Pelleneous smiling in the dark night
which lit fires and helped men of war to dream
So much won would trickle through their hands
return to deserts of trial in the morning
…
O’ Pelleneous sweet peace distilling
O’ caravan and round the hawk who flies
The morning skies and the grey craggy mountain
sights clear around the sound of a crying wind
…
Mother bear is laid out in the sun
while down in the raw valley hairs skip
A green lizard cool on the bleached stones
yet the trample of hoof is the iron fist
…
Darius had two white horses
was always one for the moment
He would fly if that was the choice of dragons
caught with two shots to the chest
…
O’ Darius, life is past its best
with fourteen thousand renegades
Arrows marked so cold and bloody
eagles visit the moon on the red river
…
The bleeding heart is won
two naked lovers who swam together
O’ Pelleneous never met the boy
or taught the man enough to care
…
At home in Brighorn County
two plump geese grazing corn
White children of both the lost and lonely
the jack nipped at the younger’s finger
…
The rivers swell now washing umber
Indian maids tear-stained gaze
O’ Pelleneous your beauty scarred
you met the masters thunder.
p p p
written 06.04.2012
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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
BALADIN’S DREAM & OTHER TALES – IX
To celebrate the launch of this FIRST EDITION of a self-published pamphlet containing all 11 poems in the Complete Collection of BALADIN’S DREAM and OTHER TALES by edenbray, along with full Authors Notes, I am offering a signed, printed hard-copy for just £5 inc. post/packing for orders within the United Kingdom and £6.50 inc. shipping for orders outside the UK ~ This is a limited time offer!
#NOTE ~ please email ME ;~ stepheneede689@btinternet.com or post a comment in the comments box at the foot of this page and request details of how to make payment ~ including your name and the address where you would like the printed copy to be sent ~ PLEASE indicate if it is to be a gift. Many thanks ~ edenbraytoday
.
⚜︎ ⚜︎ ⚜︎
.
TO Celebrate the occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – Today it is BALADINS DREAM ~ Part IX – REMEMBERIN’ LUCY
.
⚜︎ ⚜︎ ⚜︎
BALADIN’S DREAM
and OTHER TALES
by edenbray
⚜︎
BALADIN’S DREAM ~ IX
Authors note ~
The ninth and originally the final part of the Dream of Baladin is possibly harder to follow than most I will admit and may need a translator which was in part my intention. Baladin has wandered in and out of America’s modern history and so of course had to be around at the time of the Battle of Little Bighorn to witness the final frontier of white mans humiliation of America’s proud and indigenous peoples who fought but failed to save their dignity at that horrific battle.
Pelleneous, I understand was an Indian squaw who changed her name to Lucy! ~ Loved by her people and adored by white men for her beauty she was married to Captain Darius by whom she had children and who we understand may have died at the hands of her natural kin.
How much of this is true or is legend we may only surmise and the jumble of this tale is confused further, due to Baladin’s aged and emotionally saddened memory as he recounts this most torrid part of his Dream. This tortured tale of love, hate and war-torn history he recounts on his very death bed. It was originally placed as Part III of the Dream to reflect its chronological order in the wholeness of the story and within Baladin’s long life.
This tale may in part also owe much to my respect for Arthur Pen’s epic film Little Big Man; to the romantic story of Pocahontas and John Smith; to General Custer and Chief Sitting Bull and their vitriolic feud; to Davy Crocket and John Wayne; to John Ford’s classic western ‘the Searchers’; to Chief Dan George or possibly the best proportion of a most excellent bottle of Sazerac straight Rye Whisky. Baladin passed, shortly after recounting this torrid tale on his way to that great reservation in the sky! ~ edenbraytoday
…
⚜︎
BALADIN’S DREAM
IX
…
.
REMEMBERIN’ LUCY!
P P P
…
The plane pain is in the moment passing
and the joyful laughter which grates
Even sunlight can carry an annoyance factor
and my father, a grey resistance worker
…
I tumbled the ‘Redskin Falls’ ashamed
of what ‘we’ had done with a blockade
And a night to remember at ‘Bighorn’
so many were lying reeking in the hot sun
…
By the sweet Pelleneous smiling in the dark night
which lit fires and helped men of war to dream
So much won would trickle through their hands
return to deserts of trial in the morning
…
O’ Pelleneous sweet peace distilling
O’ caravan and round the hawk who flies
The morning skies and the grey craggy mountain
sights clear around the sound of a crying wind
…
Mother bear is laid out in the sun
while down in the raw valley hairs skip
A green lizard cool on the bleached stones
yet the trample of hoof is the iron fist
…
Darius had two white horses
was always one for the moment
He would fly if that was the choice of dragons
caught with two shots to the chest
…
O’ Darius, life is past its best
with fourteen thousand renegades
Arrows marked so cold and bloody
eagles visit the moon on the red river
…
The bleeding heart is won
two naked lovers who swam together
O’ Pelleneous never met the boy
or taught the man enough to care
…
At home in Brighorn County
two plump geese grazing corn
White children of both the lost and lonely
the jack nipped at the younger’s finger
…
The rivers swell now washing umber
Indian maids tear-stained gaze
O’ Pelleneous your beauty scarred
you met the masters thunder.
p p p
written 06.04.2012
…
thanks for listening …
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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