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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

Frailty and Discord

Posted on February 24, 2019 by edenbray

FRAILTY and DISCORD! We watched the fields burningThe sky turning black then goldWe saw the dark birds fleeingSmart animals running crazy-free I, am not embarased by my honestyLike a bloody steak laying on a cold plateLike a mysterious line from … Continue reading →

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WHITE POST – TWO

Posted on November 16, 2018 by edenbray

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

Posted on November 10, 2018 by edenbray

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

Posted on November 8, 2018 by edenbray

. 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 .. .

Posted on December 29, 2017 by edenbray

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

Posted on November 30, 2017 by edenbray

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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ITS A BAILEY

Posted on November 17, 2017 by edenbray

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 .. .

Posted on November 12, 2017 by edenbray

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 .. .

Posted on November 12, 2017 by edenbray

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 … Continue reading →

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OLDFIELD

Posted on October 31, 2017 by edenbray

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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…

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