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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

O’ FRAGONARD

O’ Fragonard .. .     O’ Fragonard you wished to become a serious artist to climb the stairs of fame and fortune to the stars your accomplishments are known, wise and certain as we lift the purple, velvet curtain, … Continue reading

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AFTERMATH .. .

Aftermath .. . . . The tragedy of universal world order conquest versus the scope and scape of nature from Tehrain through the truthful priest of Tibet to Queens then off to California the Goldrush has arrived in this sylicone … Continue reading

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OH! AND OH AGAIN!

Oh! and Oh again! I had been instructed under pain of a certain kind of  punishment to ingratiate my humanness, write boldly within a stream of consciousness maybe a modicum of winsomeness, fuck-fuck candydaddy humour and the certainty of truthfulness, … Continue reading

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BOOMER’S STORY – THREE SCORE YEARS and TEN – an Odyssey

Boomer’s Story Three score years and ten …  an odyssey Above the tempest and the squallI cannot remember the first timeI heard a train approachingtravelling down the stone-laid track the purple smoke, the rhythmic pantingthe rush of a woman birthinglying on … Continue reading

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STILL UNDER MASTER’S ORDERS

Still under master’s orders     The walls are bleeding by the south terrace  running down the chapel of Santa Andronicusthe colour of walled flowers that grow  the large weeping petals of the hibiscus Running livid across the painted white … Continue reading

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GUEST POEM – 4TH TIME AROUND

4th Time Around BOB DYLAN .. When she said, “Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies”I cried she was deafAnd she worked on my face until breaking my eyesThen said, “What else you got left?” It was then that I … Continue reading

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METAMORPHOSIS .. .

METAMORPHOSIS .. . 4th of July – ring freedom’s bell… (new york edition) Inside the soldiers drum     rat a tat a tat a tum the imagination of science decrees within the vortex of constructed value the causality of … Continue reading

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Philip Roth .. .

Philip Roth .. .   Sometimes it happens. Sometimes I’m a writer and sometimes I’m a liar. You can’t pick up your life and live it for two hours and then put it down again. When Horowitz or Henry, Patrick … Continue reading

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My Apex Window – London Bridge and the Odeon, Leicester Square It’s falling down, it’s falling down the world we made is falling down down into a hole named Abi-synia Desolate mountaineering when the guides have all gone home you … Continue reading

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BLUNTNESS WITH A LITTLE GRAVY!

BLUNTNESS  WITH A LITTLE GRAVY .. . A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden   trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work   turns men’s minds … Continue reading

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