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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

WHITE POST – TWO

White Post – Two .. I’m on my way to the white post again The white post calling me since I was six? I follow the dog who is pulling the hardest I always get to the white post the … Continue reading

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BATHSHEBA’S PROMISE

Bathsheba’s Promise . O’ tumbled then the fairest whiskey both an’ the flowered wreath in Crispin’s wake Who lit a flame and carried bower o’er’ morning dew whoever slew the fatted ox Or caught the sun it’s nestled slew which … Continue reading

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WALK WITH ME A LITTLE WAY

. Walk With Me A Little Way . .. Let’s not talk about our saddest stories Let’s not spoil this moment we have shared With darkened tales of pain and sorrow With cold memories of what we’ve endured . Let’s … Continue reading

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BOB DYLAN .. .

Bob Dylan . . “Bob Dylan”, he said. “You musta’ heard a’ him.” “Sure, I heard a’ him. He sings songs done’ he?” The question in his voice kind of riled me. “A’ course he’s a singer, fool!” I kinda’ liked … Continue reading

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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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