A NEW PUBLICATION:
MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 15 – POEM 13
To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.
This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.
I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work. – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)
PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020
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Many thanks ~ edenbray
Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B – TODAY – the Poem – SAN FRAN : ~
. . .
MODERN WORKS 2020
by edenbray
. . .
SAN FRAN .. .
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So many pieces of the puzzle, there is no need to hide
but they were lost, caught in nets on Pier 39
Like an unfaithful son on the day of his bride
the colours of this city run and they rhyme
Pollock might say its a bit of a daub
until each piece he numbered
Pasted my memories in a red, paper book
there, all bands should have names like Doctor Hook,
Flying Burrito Brothers, Jefferson Airplane
Hate was spelt Haight in that part of town
and the clever kids all wore a Berkeley frown
Nathalia my friend she dressed in a sexy gown
We walked for miles up and down and there
across the green in pastel colours
that row of little houses, little boxes
A little Malvina Milder/Reynolds maybe loved
when she was a small Jewish daughter
wandered into the famous Chinese quarter
Union Square and Macy’s, the photo’s are coming fast
We take a trip out to the Bridge
don’t drive too fast or blink, in this mist
even International Red will blur
and that massive Bay is slipping past
No time for Vertigo or to take a Bullitt for the team
in hippie land, now a spiring concrete forest,
or among those massive Redwoods
on the other side, its still the best place you can dream
If little cable cars don’t quite drive you to the stars
if you’re tired hop on, the corporation
will not charge you until you sing Your Song
The corporation will not warn you of the people down below
the street of shame where each dog born had a different name
yet now in cardboard, rags and jumble they sound the plain same
Step out on the street over homes and yet your room was cute
high-ceilinged estate, ornamental cornice,
bed linen tasteful, great, without a crease,
Air conditioned, sound-proofed, high windows barred
you could be living now on Mars
except you’re worried as you walk the line
Those inhabitants of boxes down the lane
those aliens of shame
will get in your face again
let the booze loose
exhalate their pain
So we sat one night in John’s Grill to consider where we’d been
what we had seen, with 2 free glasses of water
.
edenbraytoday17.11.2020
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‘ . .. a writer without readers is like a dead fish in the sea that eventually will be consumed by all sorts of creatures .. . ‘
MODERN WORKS 2O20 ~ 14 – POLLOCK SHORES
A NEW PUBLICATION:
MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 14 – POEM 12
To celebrate the launch of my NEW booklet containing 16 diverse poems and essays entitled : MODERN WORKS 2020 – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy and FREE worldwide delivery. All but one of these 16 pieces are BRAND NEW WORKS completed during 2020.
This latest collection of written verse – MODERN WORKS 2020 – comes in the usual edenbray-pamphlet A5 format and is printed professionally and beautifully in a 36 page booklet style publication with a cream-stock card cover that I have self-published to my own specifications.
I am able to offer my 2020 Annual of Verse at an opening price of just £7.00 inc. post and packing for shipping to literally anywhere in the world. So please use the PAYPAL Link below to make your purchase or you can contact us by leaving a message in the comments box at the foot of this page or please email me directly at:-stepheneede689@btinternet.com – I would sincerely appreciate hearing from you and we will make sure you get a copy of my new book/pamphlet and also keep you up to date with any developments regarding my work. – (please indicate if you would rather NOT receive emails concerning my work when you order)
PAYPAL LINK – TO ORDER YOUR COPY OF – MODERN WORKS 2020
https://paypal.me/SeedProducts?locale.x=e
Many thanks ~ edenbray
Finally, to Celebrate the launch of my NEW BOOK I am posting all 16 poems over 16 consecutive days RIGHT HERE on my edenbray-BLOG-SITE B – TODAY – the Poem – POLLOCK SHORES : ~
. . .
MODERN WORKS 2020
by edenbray
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POLLOCK SHORES .. .
the slaves of causality
..
At Pollock Shores, in summer squalls
a madcap stepped across chianti walls
To celebrate the morning like a thousand eons before
where universes collide,
Coloured balloons at a kiddies party
which one to take home, which one to hide?
Mr Universe, I’ll write your name on your coffee cup
with a coloured sharpie
.
Thats blackish blue and white like the sky at night
when the planets come out to play
Some so old they are dead
some revolve around our sun
the ones who have most fun
I’ve had so many friends and then they end
people walk away, closeness can be frightening
We are not all disassociated the closer you get
the universal glow can be enlightening
.
Priscilla is an aunt who hasn’t seen a single one in days
diagnosed with a condition
She juggles with her position
concerned with a smooth transition and coprophobia
Angie ties herself in knots
struggles with procrastination
was told that she’s depressed
This led to self annihilation
which Doctor James considers a misappropriation.
.
Out under the stars Jake has discovered too late
he suffers from astrophobia
While his friend cool Harry, once caught in a lift
had an attack of the claus-trophobia
And Margie now sat on the mat
with a rare case of clinical lycanthropy
Her new life as a cat has altered her mind
to a permanent state of fantasy
.
Birdman of Alcatraz, Donnie Darko
Syd Barrett, Herman Bosch sit alone in their prison
They lost their ability to reason
like Margie was convinced she had turned into a kitten
Marcel Proust joins the debate his views
on the constructs of relationships so great
For too many souls, lost in the darkness of their minds
it maybe is already too late
.
Understanding root causes will make you less vulnerable
to future episodes, is a line that I heard
Addressing the facts with a cognitive stance
based on an intelligent supposition
A statement of truth in the context of a mental contusion
a potential psychotic delusion
Whilst the analyst constructs, in the course of time
to find a healing solution
.
Medication, pills and tranquillisers
often are the equalisers in the psyche’s restoration
the treatments for the workings of the mind
often in the past so unkind, wrought an evolution
to stave off any ridicule and pain
the victims of the shame of becoming less than human
I myself met the horrors of electro-therapy
in the face of a beautiful young woman
.
Mari Antoinette, the Shah of Abu Dhabi
Good Queen Bess, characters of minds illusions
Jesus, Budha or Rasputin, the mad monk
where imaginations ritual become the minds new spiritual
As the opium of the weird and the wonderful
may be forced upon them by the constraints of religion
This travesty becomes the more obscure
the more that politics override a natural sedition
.
Jackson does not throw his paint so much
as let it fall, he pours it all like oil upon the floor
A lottery ball, a wooden floor, a mad dogs paw,
a detective story, a what the butler saw,
The unfathomable fathomed, our reason
is not diminished, our rationale is partitioned
Jackson is confirmed by Saint Margaret of Cortona
her misery atoned, the dependants would all own her
.
At Pollock Shores I stand and greet the dawn
and the soon incoming tide.
The waves of ‘bright’ and health and healing
to mend this broken ceiling
This paranoiac feeling, like we are all just dreaming
and victims of the scheming
Whereas in fact the walls are not chianti red
but dressed in shiraz black
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edenbraytoday 22.11.2020
. .. a poem concerning mental illness .. .
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