The Amateur .. .
EDITION ONE
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The amateur who carries a nickel flask
stumbles cold around up on prospector hill
always less dangerous than the fanatic
who stands manacled to his redoubted past
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He careers around, concealed mines beneath ground
brave intuition, branded precondition
fails, though people pointed the right direction
in tattoo heaven he chooses ‘tradition’
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Executioners sad preoccupation
form and numbers while inspiration slumbers
marks things down with espionage precision
written out by skulls with brains but no muscle
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Journeyed inside of a dark abattoir once
returned with arms drenched in intestinal blood
vegan crunch becomes preferred meal-deal at lunch
however infinitesimal it may seem
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Lets just say serendipity plays its part
amateurs, professional many things gifted
If the boy can sing/dance give him centre-stage
amateurs not afraid, entertain or kill!
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Off-stage in dark shadow or sat in the stalls
accuser waits to pounce with his solution
beside producer, buck-eyed financier
task themselves to eradicate naiveté
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They confound incredulity and passion
confront inexperience, his wanton joy
In art that escapes the bottle-stopper whore
deflates the rising tide of his allusion
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Amateurs go to war, now feign confusion
fight thou spectre of personal inner fear
do as I do, say as i say, conscript son
raise your hand in salute, to block out the fun
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The blunder is the wonder, childs learning feet
accidents that happen can be indiscreet
amateurs they took the valley, raised a flag
that flag flies for ever on memory hill
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© edenbraytoday07.04.2021
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edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 
BRITAIN HAS ITS BISCUITS
Britain Has Its Biscuits .. .
Alongside the apothecary of jars and potions
the baker’s biscuit designed to aid digestion
was accepted by the nation not bicarbonate
but by skill in appropriating diffused libations
In this regard it waits in line behind Rich Tea
as of the absorbent qualities of les bis-cuit
each regional recipe, an axiom of alchemy
that augments the modernism of our history
The character of style and taste preferred by
members of the ruling class, the Tea Biscuit
stirred in 17th century, t’was a York-shire treat
biscuit tale unwrapped t’was far from complete
Cornwall like a British daughter back in1886
began exporting its famous ‘fairings’ to order
wi’ added spice, an eastern sparkle they would travel far
across the globe, ‘gingernuts’ became a biscuit star
To celebrate the exploits of a revolutionary leader
we baked a ‘garibaldi’ – ‘dead fly’ sandwich, modelled
loosely on the eccles cake as seven years before
Guissepe visited our broken-biscuit isle in 1854
Early in the 20th century came custard creams and
bourbons, a touch of baroque with a chocolatto cloak
to steer us to Biscuitato Heaven with butter cream,
vanilla or cocoa powder, Victoriana met Mr Bojangle
This Island of Brittish Biscuit Makers creaks
many biscuits here wish to speak, have their say
double-baked and famous in their traditional way
the likes of Jaffa Cakes and Jammie Dodgers queue
They wait for their moment, a sight they are to see
lined up with purpose beside a nice cup of tea
O Britain roll your banner beat your drum, dip your t.bag
your moment for deciding is later than you think
At the behest of yon’ apothecary the nations roots
were laid amidst fair sweet potions for our potentate
like Kellogs flakes and Pepsi Cola the digestive biscuit
was created to sit on shelf twixt honey and molasses
Behind the highest spires of Britains pomp and fire
there stands a humble biscuit to whom we may retire
for while the people murmur and complain of much to do
there is loyal hobnob, sweet digestive to dunk in our brew
© edenbraytoday23.04, 2021
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