MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 14 – POEM 12

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 – 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)


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 – POLLOCK SHORES  : ~ 

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by edenbray

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the slaves of causality


At Pollock Shores, in summer squalls

   a madcap stepped across chianti walls

To celebrate the morning like a thousand eons before

   where universes collide,

Coloured balloons at a kiddies party

   which one to take home, which one to hide?

Mr Universe, I’ll write your name on your coffee cup 

   with a coloured sharpie


Thats blackish blue and white like the sky at night 

   when the planets come out to play

Some so old they are dead

   some revolve around our sun

   the ones who have most fun

I’ve had so many friends and then they end

   people walk away, closeness can be frightening

We are not all disassociated the closer you get

   the universal glow can be enlightening


Priscilla is an aunt who hasn’t seen a single one in days

   diagnosed with a condition

She juggles with her position

   concerned with a smooth transition and coprophobia

Angie ties herself in knots

   struggles with procrastination

   was told that she’s depressed

This led to self annihilation

   which Doctor James considers a misappropriation.


Out under the stars Jake has discovered too late

   he suffers from astrophobia

While his friend cool Harry, once caught in a lift

   had an attack of the claus-trophobia

And Margie now sat on the mat 

   with a rare case of clinical lycanthropy

Her new life as a cat has altered her mind 

   to a permanent state of fantasy


Birdman of Alcatraz, Donnie Darko

   Syd Barrett, Herman Bosch sit alone in their prison

They lost their ability to reason

   like Margie was convinced she had turned into a kitten

Marcel Proust joins the debate his views 

   on the constructs of relationships so great

For too many souls, lost in the darkness of their minds 

   it maybe is already too late


Understanding root causes will make you less vulnerable 

   to future episodes, is a line that I heard

Addressing the facts with a cognitive stance 

   based on an intelligent supposition

A statement of truth in the context of a mental contusion

   a potential psychotic delusion

Whilst the analyst constructs, in the course of time

   to find a healing solution


Medication, pills and tranquillisers 

   often are the equalisers in the psyche’s restoration

the treatments for the workings of the mind 

   often in the past so unkind, wrought an evolution

to stave off any ridicule and pain 

   the victims of the shame of becoming less than human

I myself met the horrors of electro-therapy 

   in the face of a beautiful young woman


Mari Antoinette, the Shah of Abu Dhabi

   Good Queen Bess, characters of minds illusions

Jesus, Budha or Rasputin, the mad monk

   where imaginations ritual become the minds new spiritual

As the opium of the weird and the wonderful 

   may be forced upon them by the constraints of religion

This travesty becomes the more obscure 

   the more that politics override a natural sedition


Jackson does not throw his paint so much 

   as let it fall, he pours it all like oil upon the floor

A lottery ball, a wooden floor, a mad dogs paw, 

   a detective story, a what the butler saw,

The unfathomable fathomed, our reason 

   is not diminished, our rationale is partitioned

Jackson is confirmed by Saint Margaret of Cortona

   her misery atoned, the dependants would all own her


At Pollock Shores I stand and greet the dawn 

   and the soon incoming tide.

The waves of ‘bright’ and health and healing

   to mend this broken ceiling

This paranoiac feeling, like we are all just dreaming 

   and victims of the scheming

Whereas in fact the walls are not chianti red 

   but dressed in shiraz black


    edenbraytoday 22.11.2020

. .. a poem concerning mental illness .. .

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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