PRINCESS
Originally posted on November 7, 2011 – Re-posted 08.12.2019
… … …
‘Princess’
. . . .
Dear one, dear heart
A moment fresh
Amidst the darkness and the clamour
is all I beg
..
We creatures of the night
so starved of heaven’s light
Our hearts so calloused and
incomplete, so tainted
..
Cold and hard
are worn of courser habit
Are born of regret
Into this darkened globe
..
I spoke the guarded prayer
which caused the action start
Which sparked the engine’s stir
Which rid me of my care
..
Hot spears ran my cheeks
As love caught my heart
And causing me to share
the troubled nightmare
..
I lived thru’ and beyond
Creatures of night then
who travel to the high seas
Who sing the songs of joy
..
Relieved then now to know
I, a soldier to the end
since my heart was won
of passion, pride and urgent
..
This saviour’s love to know
to know so surely
May in this rhyme I find
the prayer that to the end
..
I be the soldier of a friend
So lovely and content
My prayer will never end
Dear heart, loved heart
..
I speak from air so rare
That my entire reason
will ever be to guide
you on your journey fair
..
writtenbyedenbray25.0.95
… …
.
This poem was written for my daughter Sarah Jane in 1995




.


..





EDENBRAY ~ RETROSPECTIVE – 18
WE CANNOT BUY THE MOON
Originally written and posted 05.10.2011 Abridged version re-posted 06.12.2019
…. ….
.
WE CANNOT BUY THE MOON ~ an essay
I heard once that ‘the moon is not enough’ but for today we may say – we cannot buy the moon … John F. Kennedy’s eyes spangled and striped, sparkled wet when he told us that going to the moon ‘was a challenge we choose to accept’ – not, because it was easy but because it was hard … Today, while the stock markets around the world are looking to the politicians for words of wisdom, direction and encouragement, the politicians are looking blank … and no one really cares that America has effectively withdrawn from the space race. … The bankers hide with their stash of pornographed cash as the man in the street, whether wearing leather inners or down at heel sneakers, cannot even console himself with the promise of a brand new day, let alone ‘a brave new world’ … The moon, once so reachable and free to all comers, as the likes of Gagarin, alongside the likes of Armstrong and Aldrin, not only headed the cast of the original star-wars but fought for a valued supremacy … It was Uri who went for a spin in a sputnik while Neil and Buz got to go for a walk on the white sand and bring home sticks of rock for Uncle Sam … More than 50 years on from J.Ks optimistic rally call for man to seek only the very best for himself – the politicians are not telling us to – ask what we might do for our country, only that we should be realistic for the present and maybe optimistic for the future … The moon still sparkles like John-Boy’s eyes on a clear night in June but not even the moon can inspire us for now, as its ‘off-limits’ and motivational wordsmiths like Kennedy are presented as scary optimists who had personal weakness and human traits … Not like the rest of us then?! … The scariest things for me are – the current manipulation of the masses by political stealth (at least have a go at lying to me), our almost universal acceptance of a cancerous, imbibed pacifism which can eat the very heart out of our nationality and the way that when we are alone, we find it increasingly hard to look up into our own particular – starry, starry night …
..
writtenbyedenbray05.10.2011re-written06.12.2019
.
..
btw P.J. Harvey is Immense
SUBLIMINAL DE-REGULATION ~ Its a bummer… CLICK TO READ MORE!
..
#PROG-PROSE ~ Progressive-prose – part of an #Edenbray retrospective – Re-posted today for a new generation
Share this: