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I came very late to the party

By the time I arrived it had started

Coleridge was dancing with Langston

Emily had a whole group of admirers

In the corner I noticed was Seamus

and the spotless Paul Muldoon

Shamelessly chatting of McClaverty

with Longley and Andrew Motion

Keates and Byron they were there

And Shelley at one point stood on a chair

Hemmingway kind of got in the door

Eminem sat in the corner on the floor

The music was loud they were playing Dylan

Some fool was heard reciting Ibsen

I heard some voices raised,

might just be Ginsberg, Kerouac

along with other bad seeds and Nick Cave

out the back, on the table, in the kitchen

In the yard, some actor fellows

had started a fire with guffaws

and a pair of ancient bellows

Wordsworth was seated at a bureau

he wrote an ode 

While ‘the bard’ was there

directing the show

In the far distance I heard an owl

and later a pussycats soft meow





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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