Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

Garden Of Eden

You’re beginning to stray

Away from the garden

Like I’m clinging

To a dying man

To a form of sanity

Singing from the walls

That surround the memory

That keep in the helpless

That keep out the screams

Sometimes.

—

But the sunset grows

And the tall shadows stretch

Over broken words

And promises saying lies

Like the look of being trapped

Says it all in your eyes

You want to go over

But my face falls in your hands

My pleads go unanswered

In streams of hopeful tears.

—

Can you make me breathe

If I were a dead man

I’d be so happy

Even if I were sad

I could forget all sanity

If you could forget your God.

Not so much out of purity

But They’re making me ask

They can be so forgiving

….sometimes.

—

The fires died out long before

But They’ve got other ways now.

Like this garden

Like these walls

That keep all His children safe

From the lies of those outside

From the pain the truth will bring

That They’re the ones with broken words.

And we climb over

Their dead man.

(GARDEN OF EDEN; By A R J Abranson; 29-08-92/21:12)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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