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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

edenbray PAMPHLETS and PUBLICATIONS TO KEEP

Posted on November 10, 2020 by edenbray

edenbray – PAMPHLETS and PUBLICATIONS to purchase Over the past 2 months, literally 100’s of edenbray – POEMS, ESSAYS and ARTICLES representing over 50 years of work have been catalogued and collated in a number of collections. These collections of verse have now been published … Continue reading →

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OUTTAKES – NOT AN OUTTAKE -THE JOLLY GREEN GIANT

Posted on October 29, 2020 by edenbray

THE JOLLY GREEN GIANT . . . ~ ~ ~ A green giant of a steamroller All shiny green-grey metal, painted, polished Made to work, to last, made well Turning slowly its huge hardened drums The thunder of which rumbles … Continue reading →

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HE DID NOT KNOW HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM

Posted on October 25, 2020 by edenbray

HE DID NOT KNOWN HE HAD A BEAUTIFUL MIND TILL THE CROWS HAD GATHERED ROUND HIM . . . He did not know he had a beautiful mind until the crows began to gather round Did not feel the wind … Continue reading →

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RESOLUTION

Posted on October 19, 2020 by edenbray

RESOLUTION … It was always easier when the burnt sun dried the perspiration on your neck The old boy shuffled the cards of the deck, fingered, worn, creased, greased, flecked It seemed with traces of blood but it was just … Continue reading →

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RUTH

Posted on October 15, 2020 by edenbray

🌾 Ruth … a poem of love   … It was never so easy, memories collected   are never postage stamps set in an album Recognition is the open door by which  we become the amalgam    The means we … Continue reading →

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THE ARTMAN #2 – THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS

Posted on September 29, 2020 by edenbray

  ORIGINAL VERSION – THE ARTMAN #2 THE SAD MAN and THE GALLOPERS EDIT 2 …   She looked like Betty Grable, she was and post the Brighton bombing Maggie had her hair, she might have worn Carmen Miranda’s extravaganza I … Continue reading →

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I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE

Posted on September 24, 2020 by edenbray

I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE … Sweet bird of youth, I attend your birth and watch thee grow As fond as any doe or any love that I in honour still may show The amplitude of life, either ascending or descending … Continue reading →

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ODE TO LEXY

Posted on September 20, 2020 by edenbray

ODE TO LEXY She is a beautiful girl is Lexy, hair in waves, as dark as Irish peat Her tiny feet, she can run to greet you in the pale morning Such a beautiful girl is sweet Lexy, as warm … Continue reading →

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THE ART MAN #1

Posted on September 19, 2020 by edenbray

THE ART MAN – 1 … THE PICTURE OF JESUS . A look of recognition, the sun streaming making abstract shapes on the new, suspended ceiling, a Miro! She stepped through the door, I harboured a good feeling, a pantechnicon … Continue reading →

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PURITY

Posted on September 17, 2020 by edenbray

PURITY There was a red stain on Jessica’s dress, it grew, an inkblot, a tattoo, a cloud above the East Fen and it travelled slowly above a spread table where the community were gathered Ben Dawlish, whose whiskers fawn and … Continue reading →

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