MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 8 – BUDAPEST

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 8 – POEM 6

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)

PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020

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Many thanks ~ edenbray

 

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 – BUDAPEST  : ~ 

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MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

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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

.

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

.

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

.

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

.

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

.

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

.. .

                                                                                        edenbraytoday 16.11  

 

boots

My Budapest Boots – sad boots and shoes at the quayside memorial

 

. .. be left themselves to float the river bruising ..

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 had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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