REWIND .. .

Posted on December 21, 2020 by edenbray

REWIND .. .

.. .

The old clock is ticking by the wall of past regrets

A redwood clock of metal parts with a heavy winder

It sticks sometime like crushed pepper in the throat

Old Jon Rutherford of the brotherhood can mend them

.. .

To set the clock you must climb upon the mending steps

Open up the back to view the gubbins and the metal parts

This place of many starts but the clock is old and fragile

Our honest indecision lost in this labrynth of precision

.. .

Old Jon has an oil can, knows the soul as much as any man

He’ll tinker with your tock when the pendulum has stopped

Climb the wooden steps to view or kneel to say a prayer

Wisdom is a canvas bag of tools not a book of wooden rules

.. .

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 10 – RESOLUTION

Posted on December 21, 2020 by edenbray

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 10 – POEM 8

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)

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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 – RESOLUTION : ~

. . .

MODERN WORKS 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 the pattern on the back, those red specks

He wore grey, seemed like flannel slacks, they must have cost a pretty penny

When they was new, probably had a jacket to match, the old boys name was Lenny

It reminded me of a Steinbeck tale about a smart guy and a retard, I read it back in ’70

If I kick anymore stones Mr Jones my shoes will gape and I won’t be able to work at all

Or pay back the old man who collects his winnings in an old can he leaves by the wall

I got tired of being behind, that bottle of glass empty, my winning hand buried, I call

The old man he just smiles conceited, he sees I’m struggling in the game, life’s a drain

He’s seen that gnawing pain behind the eyes before, that’s his cue to increase the strain

When the ice flowe cracks, your enemy attacks and you turn again to the barley grain

Which burns fiercely in your soul, it burns a hole right through, creating an intense light

To see you through another night, and the old guy sits shuffling his cards, sat on a crate

Shoes never looked so down, consorting with the dusty ground, you want to clear the slate

But sleep denied is a victim you meet in the morning, old fella he’s taken now to yawning

If he gave you a sign or a warning, old bugger’s been dealing cards since day’s dawning

So drink up, hand another dollar over that’s another fond thought later you’ll be pawning

O misery, I drink to thee, you wear my smile upon your heavy, hard and wrinkled skin

That old geezer with his stack has contrived to convince us all that what we do, it isn’t sin

And the cards now coming good, I got 3 jacks and an ace, perhaps today is the day I win!

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…

.. . ONLY SOMEONE WITH DEPENDENCIES TRULY UNDERSTANDS DEPENDENCY . ..

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 9 – THE DOG

Posted on December 20, 2020 by edenbray

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 9 – POEM 7

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.

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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 – THE DOG : ~

. . .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

. . .

TALES OF THE SWAN-DYKE – the collection

In the year 2020 I wrote a series of poems during the 1st national cv-19 lockdown and my own personal isolation and I self-published them in a collection entitled ~ Tales of the Swan-dyke and also in other edenbray pamphlet/collections.

So, for this new collection of Modern Works 2020 – I gave myself the challenge to choose one piece to represent the collection to avoid unneccesary duplication and I just kept coming back to –

the Dog – a lecture.

A reason? I think this piece encapsulates some of the bottled feelings that three months of isolation, the coronavirus pandemic, the BLM demonstrations and news of the threat of personal redundancy had put on my mental state.

There is more to it than that though – I think in a sense that this is the most balanced piece in the collection. It is entirely sane, not taken up with depressing detail or much information at all.

I was entirely delighted with and extremely proud of the – Tales of the Swan-dyke collection but this particular piece speaks not from the soul or the spirit but out of the gut .. .

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a wail ~ a prolonged high-pitched cry of pain, grief, or anger

. . .

THE DOG – a lecture .. .

I’m a dog

I’m a savage dog

A dog that you don’t need

A dog you should not feed

I’m a sad dog

I’m a bad dog

A dog without a tail

I’m a grey dog

I’m a white dog

I’m a black dog

A dog wog

A prairie dog

A dog out on the trail

A dog that still can wail

I’m a rabid dog

A dog full of disease

A dog without a leash

Not a love dog

To sit between your knees

Give you all my fleas

If I lay upon my back

You can see my male sack

And tell that I don’t lack

A dog bound to this verse

Stuck within this curse

Riding in a hearse

Impolite and terse

Hang around

– it gets worse!

I’m a tabloid dog

You can read between the lines

I’m a dog that never pines

I never pay my fines

I’m a fierce dog

A wolf-dog

A dog out on the street

A dog with mangy feet

I’m a lone dog

A lost dog

A dog who’s on the run

A dog who has no fun

A dog that needs – a gun!

I’m a wild dog

A riled dog

I’d crap upon your floors

Show you then my paws

They’re right next to my claws!

Fight then for the cause

I’m a mad dog

A dog with a bad grin

A dog thats full of sin

I’m a dog that eats it all

The guts, the legs, the balls

I’m a bold dog

I’m an old dog

I’m a cold dog

A dog thats lost its way

A dog in a manger

A dog who is a stranger

A real lone ranger

Not a farm dog

A sheep dog

Who does what its told

Leads the sheep to the fold

A dog with a bushy tail

I’m a dog you wouldn’t want

A dog out of control

I should live down a hole

I’m a dog

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 8 – BUDAPEST

Posted on December 19, 2020 by edenbray

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 8 – POEM 6

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.

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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 – BUDAPEST : ~

. . .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

. . .

BUDAPEST .. .

In walking of your sunny streets

I see your past is Prussian bled

And in your markets the abundance of paprika

parcelled orange-red

For now we amble thoughtfully

as though the Danube’s greyish blue

Refuses now to conjure illustrations

brave Buda’ has alone lived through

A tale telt’ of twin cities and the blood

that runs betwixt the two, we view

When the Magyars paid full bounty

for their change of heart to prove

That honest endeavour of their wartime choosing

offers not regret at losing

Except those citizens of Isaac’s birth

be left themselves to float the river bruising

And so, we know in full part the governments procedure

in consequence of the union

Buda’ a champion of the people wed a prince

as full of zest, the fair and noble Pest’

Whose joining pledged the best of bridges

parks and awnings would greet the morning

The lost position made of once fair Royal Budapest

adorned in purple with golden braid

At the time of our arrival we saw signs of peoples honest toil

their patience in survival

Of opulence, decadence, royal scorn

where prince’s born, folks allegiances were torn

Much change affects us all, fair Buda-pest has often heard

answered one too many calls

We found there now a younger tribe

so dressed in black, a pack, attended by a vision

Within this grace of indecision

cultures meet in apprehension, the river flows through

A nation forced to start again, scars hardly cleft of pain

mid brave Pest’s blackened fires

History cascaded, a furnace of desire since Atilla of the Hun

it is time Budi’ had some fun

We waltzed the Blue Danube beneath the stars

midst a whirl of newborn entrepreneurs

Our ship of dreams nighttime cruiser, passed

beneath the Bridge of Chains, lights aflame

Drifting at its widest part so well situated

this city deserves its youth to begin ingratiated

Fireworks on its hills – cakes, clusters, kamuro

roman candle, spyder, chrysanthemum and fish

Crossroad to the east, gateway from the west

a flower printed skirt, a buttoned tunic vest

.. .

edenbraytoday 16.11

My Budapest Boots – sad boots and shoes at the quayside memorial

. .. be left themselves to float the river bruising ..

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BALADIN’S DREAM XII – BALADIN’S MASTERPIECE

Posted on December 18, 2020 by edenbray

XI

BALADIN’S MASTERPIECE

…

rispurthé

PART I

a lost tale of Baladin

. . .

Rispurthé, viewer of memories

Felt wet spray and blinked

Rushing, heavenly sounds

He shifted his position

. . .

‘Caw- caw’

This was a bird he imagined

Lifted the dreamers eye lids

A shaft of white sun

. . .

The blurred outline – a sea eagle?

It could not be, so he closed his eyes

‘What matter?’ he thought

Rispurthé’s leg slept

. . .

The rushing, the spray, the sun

Behind him a twig snapped

The bird lost was silent

Rispurthé leapt

. . .

Like a pack of wolves they came

Each his sword, club, spear

Glistening grey, eyes fierce

Rispurthé had dreamed too long

. . .

His mind now sprang, danced

The sword! – he leapt

And with skill

He thrust

. . .

Calderon had warned of complacency

Dimask feared the worst

Rispurthé danced with danger

Now tales would be told

. . .

The grey faces grimaced menacingly

Metal clashed, the air buzzed

The earth darkened red

Rispurthé fought fiercely

. . .

Hours passed in moments

With leaden arms and shoulders

His will paled and his face set ashen cold

More they came till instinct taught him

And sword clave to his hand

. . .

With bloodied arm, torn leg

Rispurthé, mender of visions

Rested heavily on his haunches

His blade still raised in defence

. . .

‘Caw-caw’

This was the bird returning

A friendly mocker of warriors who sleep

With no eyes to see

. . .

‘I am Rispurthé bird’

Spoke the champion

And the eagle wheeled away

Quietened, but sure of nature’s wisdom

. . .

Alone again with flickering sun

Leaf, shade, water, surf and sound

Arms ached, seeping with blood

And eight heaps lying still

. . .

‘I am Rispurthé,’ he spoke again

Firmly yet quietly

He rose, sheathing his sword

And loosening leg armour

. . .

IT HAD BEEN HIS INTENTION TO REMOVE THE ARMOUR COMPLETELY BEFORE RESTING BY THE COOL OF THE BROOK. HIS RELIEF AT ESCAPING THE ATTENTIONS OF ALL HIS WOULD-BE ASSAILANTS LED RISPURTHÉ TO AVOW – NEVER, AWAY FROM THE CITY WALLS WOULD HE CONSIDER SUCH AN ACTION AGAIN .. .

…. …. …

rispurthé

PART II

… … …

‘Melior is my life’

‘I have no other friend’

‘We will be wed I tell you’

The stallion snorted as if in reply

. . .

‘Your choice pleases me’

‘And I am at peace Dimask’

‘Melior is a warrior, a prince’

He stooped to avoid a branch

. . .

The grey mare and the chestnut steed

Trotted together comfortably

Their livery sparkling in sunlit revelry

Their hair golden, rang their golden heritage

. . .

‘Father would be pleased’

‘Mother will care greatly’

The warmth of the day

Melted memories, mellowed time

. . .

Brother and sister, lovers in liberty

‘And has Risputhé heard your tale’

Calderon lifted his head

And shook his golden hair

. . .

‘Calderon, you care too gtreatly’

‘My choice is free’

‘Rispurthé is clear of thought’

‘He will embrace us together’

. . .

‘Well, I am closer to it perhaps’

‘And I only trouble to see you happy’

He took his mare’s reins and

steered her round another tree

. . .

The forest here was dense

and except the day were bright as today

it were dark and mysterious

today it gleamed with lemon-green light

. . .

‘Where are we to meet our lovely brother?’

The mare quickened its step

Calderon steadied her

and waited

. . .

Dimask sat her head bowed so thoughtful

He said to await him

At Eavesley Point

but my heart feels ‘sad’ for him brother

. . .

‘Perhaps we might purpose harder then’

Calderon rose in the saddle

‘Our brother might yet be in danger’

‘If you think and feel ominous my sister’

. . .

You have spoken clearly

Let us hasten Calderon

They both stirred their mounts

and their pace quickened

…. …. …

rispurthé

PART III

… … …

At Eavesley Point it was said

the sun never rises but only sets

Here, two and at times three

Sea eagles from the Phalin Sea would circle above

Risparthé would remember the bird

. . .

It had tried to speak in warning

His arm now ached dull and so weary

His leg ebbed a crimson flow

He had no strength to tie

. . .

He scanned the bushes

The nightmares of his broken dreams

That still raised the hair upon the nape of neck

He slumped now from his saddle

Lying hurt against Eavesleys brow

. . .

And in the golden dusk of Eavesley’s fading light he waited

. …. …

rispurthé

PART IV

… … …

Were it the one night?

Or was it days?

He could not tell

Who woke in sight at sound of hoof

. . .

Dimask by his side

Buried her golden head

In his blood soaked hands

And wept

. . .

The princely warrior

Met his brothers cold, hurt stare

With thoughts

“Do not despair Calderon’

‘Your life is now beginning’

. . .

‘My heart was large and I erred’

‘My dreaming took too much’

‘And your warning I did not heed’

Calderon’s eyes were wet

. . .

‘At this point my dear Risputhé’

‘I must announce my greatest news’

‘For this was to be my joyful day’

‘I am to wed Melior’

. . .

‘Then, be happy my sister, my daughter’

‘For I have loved you’

‘Be strong my dearest brother Calderon’

‘I am Rispurthé, bird’ – he spoke softly

. . .

If the earth had shook

The sky turned blood red

Not worse the moment

Calderon clutched his sister

To himself and they shuddered

. . .

The sea eagle circled above once more

And with its mate it was gone

Not since that day, not till this

Has any eagle gone to Eavesley Point

. . .

The viewer of memories

The mender of visions

Was gone .. .

…

but not forgotten .. .

. . .

edenbraytoday26.06.1986

…

Authors Note:– I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

I have enjoyed reading them, almost as though they were written by someone else. They speak of aspirations, of faith and hope which is what I believe we all need right now. There is a nice Kerouac naturalness about them too so I’m going to put them here on my site for people to read and make their own mind up about them. Catalogued and Categorised – THE LOST JOURNALS 1980’s

Surprisingly the journals also threw up yet one further lost Dream of Baladin … This becomes the 11th in the COLLECTION.

Also, I am reminded of the great wordsmith and troubadour BOB DYLAN, a personal mentor and inspiration to me, who has said that on reading the early songs he wrote back in his twenties from albums like the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan – that he doesn’t recognise the person who wrote them anymore. Of course Dylan is in fact the supreme enigma and says a lot of stuff but then we all do, don’t we?

We all metamorphosise, evolve in our appearance and the words we use but essentially remain the same. These poems, essays and thoughts were just skimming stones I hurled at eternity’s misty shoreline and in many days I have found them again. A cluster of stones, returned by the tide and left upon the stoney beach.

Different sizes, colours, shapes, some rough hewn, some smoothed by the eternal sea.

‘ . .. make up your own mind, all the time .. . ‘

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LOOKING FOR LIFE’S SURPRISES .. .

Posted on December 18, 2020 by edenbray

THE LOST 1980’s JOURNALS

. . .

LOOKING FOR LIFE’S SURPRISES .. .

REMEMBERING VENTNOR 1975 .. .

Grey bulging clouds hang like badly drawn curtains

Broken by pinholes of lemon-gold laser light

Whose beams create this epic set

And on the brow of skyline hill

Green-grey and settled

Like some armchair patient

Tripping and dancing into view

Three moorland ponies

Two grey and one like silver foil glinting

Whose mane flickers and falls

Then I stood deep in woodland jungle

Shielding my eyes as I searched hopelessly

For the black and red drummer

Whose beak drummed the hollow skins

Of tall, ageless oaks

The brilliant sunlight falling and rising

In tiny motions on the rushing surface

Of the stream which quarelled

As well as babbled below

I yawned and stretched

Where am I and am I really lost

from all gaze that is not heavenly?

Is this relentless pursuit of honesty fair?

And why, even standing in dawn wind

and seeing nature unclothe its rarest beauty

Why, lost in the solitude of noon-day revelry

Haunted by the strange mystery of a woodpeckers work

Why, when quietly musing and fashioning moving pictures

from rough-hewn syllables and grey-edged words

Why do questions remain?

Was he right who said – ‘Must discontentment reign?’

Or was he deceived by hearts illusions?

The misty dark clouds of reason

dented by life’s sadnesses and trials

Or can we like mythologies phoenix

with feet as burnished bronze

wings charcoal and feather

hearts burned and fused

beak gold like sovereigns

Can we, lost in life’s metaphor

grope through, firmed by resolve

to say yes, it has been worthwhile!?

For a moment, a flutter, a rush

black, ivory and grey feather

crimson flash on nape of neck

and he is gone!

And I wait to hear that resonating, distant putter

And I am off in search of a black woodpecker again

edenbraytoday14.06.1986

Authors Note:– I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

Different sizes, colours, shapes, some rough hewn, some smoothed by the eternal sea.

‘ . .. make up your own mind, all the time .. . ‘

edenbraytoday

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THE FOOTBALL MATCH

Posted on December 16, 2020 by edenbray

THE FOOTBALL MATCH .. .

I had dreamed it would be like this

it should never end

Not a cloud to spoil the day

not a chill wind

dancing eyes, we were happy

I sat in the long grass

felt the soft moisture on the palms of my feet

Drooped with my head between my knees

I ran my fingers through the green

Two birds chattered and chased

a fly hummed near

and another

I saw a bee .. .

Moments like this

stranded like soldiers between fronts, musing

I have no future

just pleasant past and now

what of it?

So taking the football, nicely round

firm, full of air with no punctures

I placed it on the green

and we started to play,

laughing

I faced the enemy, I had made it fun

I accepted the inevitable and for a moment I laughed

Lurking in the dark bushes

faces peered, angry faces

troubled faces

I saw them for a moment

I feared them and looked away

I headed the ball

I had scored a goal

joy!

As I ran back, I saw the troubled faces

So, in my joy I looked longer

I spoke to the troubled faces and they were gone

Lost, like night’s phantoms

I had faced the enemy, I had made it fun

.. .

edenbraytoday20.06.1986

Authors Note:- I found two old journals of verse that I wrote in the 1980’s during my thirties and even younger and I was struck by their freshness and minimalist naiveté.

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AS IS LIFE! .. .

Posted on December 16, 2020 by edenbray

AS IS LIFE! .. .

So painting – the life of paint – is a struggle!

and a trial, and a test – as is life!

There must be patience, endurance and some agony

for the ecstasy, for the moments,

for the brief moments of joy are born not made

The life must be nourished, encouraged, developed

but it comes of itself

It is born amidst anguish and labour

As a mother bears a child – as is life!

.. .

considering Georges Roualt

edenbraytoday12.04.1986

bio_rouault_georges

Georges Roualt

1871 ~ 1958

…

ROUALT NUDE

Here is an example of Georges Roualt’s work and how his artistic observation transcends the usual social mores to create something sincere, immediate and breathtakingly beautiful without overdue descriptive line, the need to be judgemental or show prejudice in any shape or form.

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 7 – NOLI TIMERE – DO NOT BE AFRAID

Posted on December 15, 2020 by edenbray

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 7 – POEM 5

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.

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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 – NOLI TIMERE ~ DO NOT BE AFRAID : ~

. . .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

. . .

NOLI TIMERE – DO NOT BE AFRAID .. .

⚐⚐⚐

.. .

I came very late to the party

By the time I arrived it had started

Coleridge was dancing with Langston

Emily had a whole group of admirers

In the corner I noticed was Seamus

and the spotless Paul Muldoon

Shamelessly chatting of McClaverty

with Longley and Andrew Motion

Keates and Byron they were there

And Shelley at one point stood on a chair

Hemmingway kind of got in the door

Eminem sat in the corner on the floor

The music was loud they were playing Dylan

Some fool was heard reciting Ibsen

I heard some voices raised,

might just be Ginsberg, Kerouac

along with other bad seeds and Nick Cave

out the back, on the table, in the kitchen

In the yard, some actor fellows

had started a fire with guffaws

and a pair of ancient bellows

Wordsworth was seated at a bureau

he wrote an ode

While ‘the bard’ was there

directing the show

In the far distance I heard an owl

and later a pussycats soft meow

edenbraytoday 13.08

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 5/6 – BRAVE NEW WORLD – everyman

Posted on December 14, 2020 by edenbray

A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 5/6 – POEM 4

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.

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 – a brave new world ~ everyman : ~

. . .

MODERN WORKS 2020

by edenbray

. . .

BRAVE NEW WORLD – the collection

CIRCA. 1970

In the year 1970 I wrote a series of poems which were accepted for inclusion in a national anthology of poetry reflecting life in Britain. I stupidly failed to complete the paperwork in time for the print and subsequent publication and the 5 poems were later mislaid completely.

Although I made repeated attempts to re-write them I was never happy with the results. Finally, during my personal CV-19 isolation I had the time to work on the re-writes and earlier this year I self-published the results as a collection 50 years on from when the originals were written under a new but borrowed title – A Brave New World.

As with the Tales of the Swan-dyke selection I have chosen a representative piece for this newest compilation – Modern Works 2020 to save too much duplication and I have chosen the lead piece – everyman which is included here.

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everyman ~ An illustration by Warwick Eede

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BRAVE NEW WORLD .. .

everyman .. .

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everyman was born for this

this moment bright of sense, hope and reason

a borrowed spear, a salted tear, a kiss so soft and sweet

God, not fair as we count fair, went on ahead

left earth to spin, man to sin and virtue in a tin

I found it once, so well hidden

Who climbed the mountain top?

and saw a golden eagle soar, or heard the wild bear roar?

stepped inside a church to pray, asked a holy man the way?

when all we have is touch and feel and human love

the moment, the minute, the occasional sensation

I find its always so well hidden

and everyman must find the way

not born to pour his life away, when lost in indecision,

no time for God, no time for prayer, he finds the time to listen

the church may rob the soul, yet in the snow still glisten

but only God can make us whole, search deep within the soul

ignite the spirit given

Who first descended?

attended by some obscured, mutated passion?

the best dreams are often interrupted

by the greyest, greenest mission

and everyman will have to choose his own particular obsession

or find within the joy of life, or learn the harshest lesson

they keep it so well hidden

everyman will reach journeys end

find their setting sun, finish then this marathon they run

and everyman is every woman, every child and every son

fractured vessels all, with tales of pain

and valour, joy or squalor

everyman stands alone,

a bit afraid of breathing now forever

darkness keeps this so well hidden

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A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 10 – POEM 8

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.

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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 – RESOLUTION : ~

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MODERN WORKS 2020

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RESOLUTION .. .

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 9 – POEM 7

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.

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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 – THE DOG : ~

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MODERN WORKS 2020

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TALES OF THE SWAN-DYKE – the collection

a wail ~ a prolonged high-pitched cry of pain, grief, or anger

THE DOG – a lecture .. .

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 8 – POEM 6

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.

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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 – BUDAPEST : ~

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BUDAPEST .. .

. .. be left themselves to float the river bruising ..

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XI

BALADIN’S MASTERPIECE

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PART I

a lost tale of Baladin

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PART II

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PART III

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PART IV

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THE LOST 1980’s JOURNALS

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LOOKING FOR LIFE’S SURPRISES .. .

REMEMBERING VENTNOR 1975 .. .

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THE FOOTBALL MATCH .. .

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AS IS LIFE! .. .

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MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 7 – POEM 5

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.

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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 – NOLI TIMERE ~ DO NOT BE AFRAID : ~

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MODERN WORKS 2020

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NOLI TIMERE – DO NOT BE AFRAID .. .

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A NEW PUBLICATION:

MODERN WORKS 2020 ~ 5/6 – POEM 4

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.

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 – a brave new world ~ everyman : ~

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MODERN WORKS 2020

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BRAVE NEW WORLD – the collection