A NEW PUBLICATION:
MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 2 – POEM 1
To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.
This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.
I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work. – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)
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Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B – TODAY A CATCH-UP – the Poem – HE DID NOT KNOW HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM : ~
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MODERN WORKS 2020
by edenbray
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HE DID NOT KNOWN HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM .. .
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He did not know he had a beautiful mind
until the crows began to gather round
Did not feel the wind of change or hear the rain begin to pour
did not hear the men of pain were knocking at his door
His friends departing left him not a soured note
or helped him fill the emptied moat
The walls were falling, angels calling, he had given up his all
maybe not in coloured notes, or silver coin
His heart still wretched beneath the throne
of light and glory, there the masters tragic story
And all his dreams of blood and gory pain,
a tattooed stain and he the never free of fear
He felt the dark night drawing near
the sound of tears, a kind of ringing in his ears
Behemoth had arrived and he no cavalcade to greet him
or any hope that he might beat him, into the bloodied earth
His sword now vacant from his belted girth
just words of love upon his tongue lolling
O’ Behemoth deny your torture, return my mirth
my joy of life, my heart of faith with which I may
Destroy this wraith, then fall upon my gourd, recite
my Lamentations midst protestations to thy nations
Blesséd Michael hath now arrived,
he who witnessed the Saviours Cup
He of whom a finer mind as strong as lions
is leader of the Angel kind, blind to human greed
and all the passions upon which fall mans seed
are born to thee, sweet breath of praise
Once more this virtue is a golden vase
by which we find new ways to order all our days
He had not known these thoughts so kind
came from out his own sweet mind
Till behind the summer clouds he saw
not raven, nor the purple-headed jack-a-daw
Not wrook, nor bird of prey sweeping low
in gatherings of night, a crowd of hooded crow
edenbraytoday 25.10.2020
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