A NEW PUBLICATION:
MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 7 – POEM 5
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:-email@example.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 – the Poem – NOLI TIMERE ~ DO NOT BE AFRAID : ~
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MODERN WORKS 2020
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NOLI TIMERE – DO NOT BE AFRAID .. .
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