A NEW PUBLICATION: FINAL CALL
MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 17 – POEM 16
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 – the Poem – TOO ENDLESSLY : ~
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MODERN WORKS 2020
by edenbray
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TOO ENDLESSLY .. .
Hemmingway’s Folly
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The rolling river knows and to this torture shows
From virtues sodden garments strewn
The bloodless captives body hewn
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O endless river follow long, a plaintiff song
Where dreams will last forever
Our deepest friendships we sever
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We cannot chide the moon its life is longer
Loves bite is stronger than the
Sentiment of shadows, wayward arrows
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When we write our story down in verse
We suckle at life’s wet nurse
Who forces her to yield?
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What bastard drone betide may step aside
Abandon loves purest reason
To fulfil the rutting stag in season
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And nature charming like a sceptarian
Seven hands for seven throats
Seven lives, seven moats
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And in this spun tale of summer gold,
I see within her folds, lust has wed
The serpents head, so angry and so red
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The deed was done, of sumnal scum
O great Rome, she still speaks to the soul of man
Offers prayers to Zeus and gods of Roman story
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O harlot tramp the hoary, not centre of our story
Some saints are set for glory
Shield me O’ phantom roaring
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And in all this turgid mire she capitulates
Loves lovers lost beneath her virgin state
Loves moment born to virtue sworn
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The specious dawn of fair Capricorn
O laugh to scorn the sanscript of her love forlorn
The lover bared capitulates to spawn
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O holy fire that burns the chaff of lust in satan’s pyre
The wire of restraint within a maidens fire
For they burn inside the hole of hell
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And Saint Adronedes astride the golden shire
Steps forth to shout at Surgun’s sun
Her fervour to espunge
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Ho, regulateur the northern sun as cold as fire
Extends her holy, male-born spire
This Captain’s heart of swollen desire
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In Capita’ de Espana a Bull’s testiculos
to determine the diminutive
The collective compulsive
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We stop to observe the wonder of her gaze
The memory of Hemmingway’s ways
Too endlessly they disappear
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