TALES of the SWAN-DYKE ~ 3 – MISS AMY WINEHOUSE
To celebrate the launch of my 2nd self-published booklet of 11 diverse poems and essays entitled : TALES of the SWAN-DYKE along with Illustrations and Authors Notes – I am happy to offer 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 !
I wrote these poems and 1 essay during my COVID-19 isolation and over nearly 4 months
#NOTE ~ please email ME AT:-
stepheneede689@btinternet.com
Alternatively you can post a comment in the comments box at the foot of this page and I will forward details of how to make payment ~ PLEASE include your name and the address where you would like the printed copy to be sent + PLUS indicate if it is to be a gift.
Many thanks ~ edenbray
TO Celebrate this occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – today I am posting the 3rd piece : MISS AMY WINEHOUSE ~ Intermission
. . .
Foreward to the Publication
In March 2020 at the recommendation of the British Governments Scientific Health Advisers I entered a period of isolation as a ‘shielding’ measure due to my previous and ongoing health issues and to avoid the threat of Covid-19, a dangerous strain of Coronavirus which attacks the respiratory system, especially of older and susceptible, clinically vulnerable persons. The full total of Covid-related deaths will not become clear for some while but it is already huge on a world-wide scale. This pamphlet of verse and writings came out of that period of isolation.
Most of the writings were composed from notes made during daily, long, walks I made in the fields at the rear of our home in Lincolnshire with either Ruth, my wife or on my own. These writings reflect wider concerns over the pandemic itself, national issues that developed during this period such as BLM but also very real and more personal matters concerning growing old, loneliness, our future – plus mental and physical health worries.
This selection from the poignant ‘This World So Sad’ to the more comedic ‘Predestination’ or ‘the dog’ may at times seem controversial, they contain ‘adult’ words but each of these works is important to me in conveying the true ‘feeling’ of the time and together they hopefully capture the full rainbow of human experience. I hope the reader will catch the humour intended as well as the more serious points of reference.
Thanks for listening edenbray 06.07.2020
…
MISS AMY WINEHOUSE
Intermission
… … …
… …
And who tore the woman’s dress?
Or spoke to the heart of the bonnie gee?
Who glistened like a sap rose drenchéd?
Now that the nights wind hath abated
… …
Where fury settles ~ a gyr falcon
Cold as meat on a granite slab
the singers heart laid out in moments
warm half-notes rising, falling
… …
She sang to me so sweetly
Threw Jackson paint on my ambitions
Rolled paper joints full a’ musto
O Amy tis a shame about the fame
… …
You lit the a-dangerous firework
You didn’t stand alone though
Did not let your baby-love grow
Out the back of a fetid trash-truck
… …
When I caught the blue fever
You were still dancing round the flames
Your hand on the rusty lever
And no one else to blame
… …
Your beauty to me was so startling
Born of a yellow sun-flower golden
Travelling saloon worlds in red-healed shoes
To become the lady who sings the blues
… …
Back to black n’lost in Hackensack
Ho’ lady, walkin’ round the town
Voice as smooth as corn n’crack
On ha’ way down south ta’ N’Arleens
… …
And she could have been that queen
Whose lustre worn in clusters
Draped round her goddam’ midriff
The many hopes she mustered
… …
You feel there’s always people
Whose courage could embolden
Pockets fit to burst an’ swollen
Yet who n’are is carried by the moment?
… …
To watch and wait, not clean the slate
Or tell the girl her awe-filled fate
She so damn perty in her jeans
She so sexy in her blood-red skirt
… …
And all the while them dark angels
Dressed in black they gather at her back
To sing her deepest harmonies
O Amy Amy Amy, O Amy Amy Ameee!
..
edenbraytoday
..
Authors Note – I wonder at my own wisdom – to stick this piece that I have been working on for some while, out there – today of all days – while the world rages with Coronavirus whether imagined or real and people cancel this and postpone that – but if we do not live our lives to the fullest each day while not endangering any other life, then surely we disrespect all those who have already died and who fought to live or even survive in any age, or through any war, or within any regime or culture – Our creativity helps to keep us believing, it keeps us aspiring to greatness and to the hard work of attaining excellence.
Young Amy Winehouse maybe was a flawed personality but by no more or less than any one of us, except you might say that as a celebrity she lived her life under the spotlight of prying and intrusive eyes and for this may therefore have carried more ‘privilege’ and responsibility but I don’t know about that. As I understand it and I did not know Amy, she was a master of her craft but maybe not in the area of control. I am certainly no judge, no jury – for me I would say she was just ‘excellent’ and today or any other day that is quite simply – enough!
~ I hope you enjoy my honest tribute to a sensational singer, character and personality who died before her 28th birthday. It is a pity she did not live but then again who does? Amy should have – 15.03.2020
edenbraytoday
.
…
…
⚙︎
. . .
Dedicated to, with my sincere thanks and appreciation ~ all the brave members of the NHS and other essential workers who have laboured heroically and tirelessly during the Covid-19 pandemid to help us through this traumatic and sad time
. . .
edenbraytoday
⚙︎
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 
TALES OF THE SWAN-DYKE ~ 3 – MISS AMY WINEHOUSE
MY 2ND PUBLICATION OF VERSE!
Tales of The Swan-Dyke
March – July, 2020 – CV-19
…
TALES of the SWAN-DYKE ~ 3 – MISS AMY WINEHOUSE
To celebrate the launch of my 2nd self-published booklet of 11 diverse poems and essays entitled : TALES of the SWAN-DYKE along with Illustrations and Authors Notes – I am happy to offer 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 !
I wrote these poems and 1 essay during my COVID-19 isolation and over nearly 4 months
#NOTE ~ please email ME AT:-
stepheneede689@btinternet.com
Alternatively you can post a comment in the comments box at the foot of this page and I will forward details of how to make payment ~ PLEASE include your name and the address where you would like the printed copy to be sent + PLUS indicate if it is to be a gift.
Many thanks ~ edenbray
TO Celebrate this occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – today I am posting the 3rd piece : MISS AMY WINEHOUSE ~ Intermission
. . .
Foreward to the Publication
In March 2020 at the recommendation of the British Governments Scientific Health Advisers I entered a period of isolation as a ‘shielding’ measure due to my previous and ongoing health issues and to avoid the threat of Covid-19, a dangerous strain of Coronavirus which attacks the respiratory system, especially of older and susceptible, clinically vulnerable persons. The full total of Covid-related deaths will not become clear for some while but it is already huge on a world-wide scale. This pamphlet of verse and writings came out of that period of isolation.
Most of the writings were composed from notes made during daily, long, walks I made in the fields at the rear of our home in Lincolnshire with either Ruth, my wife or on my own. These writings reflect wider concerns over the pandemic itself, national issues that developed during this period such as BLM but also very real and more personal matters concerning growing old, loneliness, our future – plus mental and physical health worries.
This selection from the poignant ‘This World So Sad’ to the more comedic ‘Predestination’ or ‘the dog’ may at times seem controversial, they contain ‘adult’ words but each of these works is important to me in conveying the true ‘feeling’ of the time and together they hopefully capture the full rainbow of human experience. I hope the reader will catch the humour intended as well as the more serious points of reference.
Thanks for listening edenbray 06.07.2020
…
MISS AMY WINEHOUSE
Intermission
… … …
… …
And who tore the woman’s dress?
Or spoke to the heart of the bonnie gee?
Who glistened like a sap rose drenchéd?
Now that the nights wind hath abated
… …
Where fury settles ~ a gyr falcon
Cold as meat on a granite slab
the singers heart laid out in moments
warm half-notes rising, falling
… …
She sang to me so sweetly
Threw Jackson paint on my ambitions
Rolled paper joints full a’ musto
O Amy tis a shame about the fame
… …
You lit the a-dangerous firework
You didn’t stand alone though
Did not let your baby-love grow
Out the back of a fetid trash-truck
… …
When I caught the blue fever
You were still dancing round the flames
Your hand on the rusty lever
And no one else to blame
… …
Your beauty to me was so startling
Born of a yellow sun-flower golden
Travelling saloon worlds in red-healed shoes
To become the lady who sings the blues
… …
Back to black n’lost in Hackensack
Ho’ lady, walkin’ round the town
Voice as smooth as corn n’crack
On ha’ way down south ta’ N’Arleens
… …
And she could have been that queen
Whose lustre worn in clusters
Draped round her goddam’ midriff
The many hopes she mustered
… …
You feel there’s always people
Whose courage could embolden
Pockets fit to burst an’ swollen
Yet who n’are is carried by the moment?
… …
To watch and wait, not clean the slate
Or tell the girl her awe-filled fate
She so damn perty in her jeans
She so sexy in her blood-red skirt
… …
And all the while them dark angels
Dressed in black they gather at her back
To sing her deepest harmonies
O Amy Amy Amy, O Amy Amy Ameee!
..
edenbraytoday
..
Authors Note – I wonder at my own wisdom – to stick this piece that I have been working on for some while, out there – today of all days – while the world rages with Coronavirus whether imagined or real and people cancel this and postpone that – but if we do not live our lives to the fullest each day while not endangering any other life, then surely we disrespect all those who have already died and who fought to live or even survive in any age, or through any war, or within any regime or culture – Our creativity helps to keep us believing, it keeps us aspiring to greatness and to the hard work of attaining excellence.
Young Amy Winehouse maybe was a flawed personality but by no more or less than any one of us, except you might say that as a celebrity she lived her life under the spotlight of prying and intrusive eyes and for this may therefore have carried more ‘privilege’ and responsibility but I don’t know about that. As I understand it and I did not know Amy, she was a master of her craft but maybe not in the area of control. I am certainly no judge, no jury – for me I would say she was just ‘excellent’ and today or any other day that is quite simply – enough!
~ I hope you enjoy my honest tribute to a sensational singer, character and personality who died before her 28th birthday. It is a pity she did not live but then again who does? Amy should have – 15.03.2020
edenbraytoday
.
…
…
⚙︎
. . .
Dedicated to, with my sincere thanks and appreciation ~ all the brave members of the NHS and other essential workers who have laboured heroically and tirelessly during the Covid-19 pandemid to help us through this traumatic and sad time
. . .
edenbraytoday
⚙︎
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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