Tales of The Swan-Dyke

March – July, 2020 – CV-19


TALES of the SWAN-DYKE ~ 6

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

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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 re-posting part 6 : DON”T TAKE MY RAGE AWAY

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

Don’t Take My Rage Away

a lament

Don’t fold my rage away

or pull it down

It’s tumult speaks

from out of the ground

The farmer knows

who turns the earth

Those seeds were sown

long before its birth

and since the tillers shanks

cut deep in lethal rakes

The farmer knows for sure

when we’re making new mistakes

The mad dogs bay

its time to be afraid

Democracies shield explodes

when society implodes

All we count most dear

becomes the stuff of fear

Bring back the Beatles

cancel Armageddon

Don’t burn the barn down

with treasure’s inside hidden

Replace the rotting wood

With fresh timber that is good

Mississipi John Hurt, Robert Smalls

Arthur Ashe, Sachmo, Josiah Walls

They’re all down with Kaepernick

in history’s famous huddle

All those lives, deep footprints

In the Frederick Douglass ‘struggle’

James McCune Smith, the Louisville Lip,

Poitier, Sammy Davis, Ralph Ellison

All sculptures for a better world

where respect is earned not takenn

Where children they may gather

and watch the world grow better

Without the stain of mob-rule,

vandalism, violence or terror

In nineteen seventy two

at the behest of my nurse friend Millie

we were invited to her Jamaican wedding

In a church hall deep in Balham

as guests we laughed and danced

and watched events unfold

We learned a different culture

we ate curry, rice n’beans

and shared in people’s dreams

There were gifts and greetings,

prayers and blessings given

and at 10.30 we left for home

We had spoken of a new day

that was coming for people of all colour

that was nineteen seventy two!


Stand in the box car

Stand in the tram

Stand on your soap box

Stand eatin’ chitlin’s

and hot, buttered yams

black-eyed peas,

pork chops and dumplings

Stand on your big red bus

Stand on your ladder

to get a better view

Stand with your eyes shut

Stand naked and true

Yes, stand in that history

of change from within

Everything else soon becomes

an unnecessary sin

Don’t muddy the crimson waters

of those who have been brave

On a day trip to Mutiny

with Sandra, Ben and Dave



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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