‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays
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She was …
She was
Caught between two schools, or stools,
Of thought and age, of custom and practice,
Wrested from her sex, hers and the image
Her culture and influence, shocking!
Amy’s tallow flickered in the half light
Of obscurity and fame, never to blame,
Like a candle that was losing oxygen,
Passion, control, will or shapeless form
She was beef or mutton fat smeared
Her broken notes, her Jewish nose,
Her tumbled hair taught, ripped clothes
Scarred, branded, tossed – she cared
Her pretty breasts worn – she bared
Like her coloured voice, she hung out
In Vermillion with lace, poisoned by grace
Mounted tall those sensational legs,
Just postmen’s pegs by the trippings
And we saw her bare and rare, a rose
Poured out, champagne flute tumbling
Proud, firm, sex-full, hard and glistening
Every dry eye in the place erect, listening
Some, those haters, never tried even whistling
She broke in the wind, fermenting, barley laden
All too late, the pearls, the taxi, the applause
When laid to rest she sang Ava Maria, we cried
She was …
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- Proud, firm, sex-full, hard and glistening
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#Authors Note – Edenbray promised a few fireworks, a couple of trailing, shooting stars, a lightening show, a rumble of thunder and skyrockets – yes, he promised skyrockets – a fanfare, a crescendo – in these 5 final submissions to my 2nd Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays.
This piece seeks to capture the essence, the raw appeal, the creative kernel of an exceptional, performing artist whose flirtation with life burned itself out far too early. Amy Winehouse’s talent and a tendency to drift towards her own personal dependencies constantly threw her into the limelight, like a moth that is drawn toward the light for both creative and ultimately detrimental reasons. Having grown and developed through all the hard work and those complex, creative stages, she finally reached her time to blossom and perform but it was all, far too short lived. ~ edenbraytoday
EDENBRAY in EXILE – 45 – my 4 children
‘Edenbray in Exile’
A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays
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My Four Children
unfinished Opus
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I wrote a play once for my 4 children
I gave them special names
to match their characters
Sarallius, Debradella,
Warrickolius, and Michelangelo
They were to be as Norsk Gods
but more than Mythical Beings
Like Shakespearian characters
in our true tale of life
Before many had even heard of Thor,
son of Odin
Larger than life,
My dear wife bore them to us both
and I loved them with the purest father’s heart
Did not possess or control them,
even when my soul it ached
I tried to give them freedom,
which is the foundation of all joy
Did not burden them
with the sins of our fathers
Although I would have fought
to the death against any
Who would disrespect or threaten them,
diminish them in any way
You keep this hidden:
the teeth of the protector,
the wolf-parent
Like an Arkhala, Bagheera or a Baloo –
You want only the best for them
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I never finished that tale and soon
they began to write their own
and before too long from the nest they all had flown
It always happens quicker than you want,
your greatest, nagging fear
I tried so valiantly, gallantly to say
the things that they should hear
But somehow you never do it all,
believing there will be time a’plenty
To say it later when that perfect moment
comes, that never does
And you’re always a little sad as you wrestle
with what’s good and bad
I long for my children to be what I’m not,
to have what I didn’t
And to be happy with nowt’,
wrapped in that purest consolation ~
Nothing can take away the prayers
a loving mother or a father prays
Those things, those matters,
those tortured cries and tears stay on
Written in the stone, carved in heavens clouds
where they belong
And angels bear them to their maker
and sing their own special song
It is a unique joy to know you have birthed
children to this world
And for each the Loving Father has a unique ensign,
bright, bold and unfurled
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writtenbyedenbray10.04.2018
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#Authors Note ~ Write about what you know, they say. Its a proven key to successful writing, they say, This piece is pretty self explanatory. I wrestled with the idea of whether I should include it in my 2nd Retrospective Anthology as it is a bit raw, kind of unpolished – to my mind anyway, but the last six submissions in my ’50’ – might well include some shocks and hopefully a few pleasant surprises – There is no point in being coy as a writer – Sometimes you have to dig deep and bear your soul. As the Copystat Manager in the 24-Hour Copyshop says to Jerry Maguire, who is printing his self-revealing Memo to the Company, in the film of the same name – ‘Sometimes you have to hang your balls out there man’.
The idea is – sometimes we don’t finish things we meant to do, sentences we meant to say. This then is my Unfinished Opus in its basest human shape. This is for my kids … Sarah, Deborah, Warwick and Michael – Love you – DaD ~ edenbraytoday
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