BUDAPEST

BUDAPEST

budapest

In walking of your sunny streets, I see your past is Prussian bled

And in your markets the abundance of paprika, parcelled orange-red

For now we amble thoughtfully as though the Danube’s greyish blue

Refuses now to conjure illustrations brave Buda’ has alone lived through

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A tale telt of twin cities and the blood that runs betwixt the two, we view

When the Magyars paid full bounty for their change of heart to prove

That honest endeavour of their wartime choosing, offers not regret at losing

Except those citizens of Isaac’s birth be left themselves to float the river bruising

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And so, we know in full part, the governments procedure in consequence of the union

Buda’ a champion of the people wed a prince as full of zest, the fair and noble Pest’

Whose joining pledged the best of bridges, parks and awnings would greet the morning

The lost position made of once fair Royal Budapest, adorned in purple with golden braid

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At the time of our arrival we saw signs of peoples honest toil, their patience in survival

Of opulence, decadence, royal scorn where prince’s born, folks allegiances were torn

Much change affects us all, fair Buda-pest has often heard, answered one too many calls

We found there now a younger tribe, so dressed in black, a pack, attended by a vision

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Within this grace of indecision, cultures meet in apprehension, the river flows through

A nation forced to start again, scars hardly cleft of pain, mid brave Pest’s blackened fires

History cascaded, a furnace of desire since Atilla of the Hun, it is time Budi’ had some fun

We waltzed the Blue Danube beneath the stars midst a whirl of newborn entrepreneurs

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Our ship of dreams nighttime cruiser passed beneath the Bridge of Chains, lights aflame

Drifting at its widest part so well situated, this city deserves its youth to begin ingratiated

Fireworks on its hills – cakes, clusters, kamuro, roman candle, spyder, chrysanthemum and fish

Crossroad to the east, gateway from the west, a flower printed skirt, a buttoned tunic vest

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         16.11.2020

 

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . 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 now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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