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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray

ITS A BAILEY

when I was eight years old   in nineteen fifty-seven    on a sunday morning  with  2 way  family favourites playing on the radio    I came down late for breakfast    which was a weetabix   and I observed the actions … Continue reading

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ITS A BAILEY

when I was six years old   in nineteen fifty-seven    on a sunday morning  with  2 way  family favourites playing on the radio    I came down late for breakfast    which was a weetabix   and I observed the actions … Continue reading

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LISTEN .. .

Listen .. . .. There’s always thunder in the distance The sound of war not far behind You can count the years on fingers Man’s lightning striking mankind down .. writtenbyedenbray12.11.2017

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FACING UP .. .

Facing Up (YOU BROKE MY HEART) … I CAN’T SAY ‘You broke my heart’ It hurts me too much I never knew you, we never spoke I never knew you that much .. .. The world it’s turning slowly Each and … Continue reading

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OLDFIELD

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Oldfield   Is taking the time whose taken the train or followed the line to where the end is before the beginning ? ? Whole nights wasted and forlorn pasted in albums  with yellow ends torn…

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ENIGMA

the enigma .. .. tall, not short the enigma lives does not feel or feels too much refuses aid and scorns to trust with no desire to use a crutch .. alone again the enigma smiles investing dreams in hidden … Continue reading

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AND ANOTHER THING .. .

And Another Thing .. . .   Our expectations dwindle as we grow older which is a sad thing. We should always expect more than we can accomplish and reach for the unattainable. Like a relay-runner stretches to grasp the baton … Continue reading

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Enter – the Thief

Enter – the Thief ”’ Mercy is, yes mercy me, I find the battered key Opening dreams of mysterious dances you could not see Or touch, or feel, or understand with your mind Speaking words that glisten as fairy-dust that … Continue reading

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HORSE

HORSE .. .. One day I will walk off the face of the earth and there will be a kind of silence A gentle wind blowing, rustling the taller grasses, caught in golden clusters A bird’s call lost in the … Continue reading

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IN THE LAND OF NEVER WAS

In The Land Of Never Was I started ‘writing’ when I was fifteen just before I left school and yes, fifteen was too young to be leaving school but as we say – ‘that’s the way you did it in … Continue reading

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