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.

Flood From A Tear

I was broken,

Naked and blind.

I was calling out

And my words were carved in stone.

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My blood still runs

Like a flood from a tear.

My soul still fears

The despair of defeat.

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Twice I saw the raven,

With numbers wetting his lips,

But only once I heard him,

With his words like whips.

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A deeper sense of being

Comes with the pain,

And you instinctively know

That nothing will be the same.

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My eyes followed a million stars

And thought they’d caught

An angel falling from grace.

When in fact, it was nothing at all.

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In the temples

The prayers are going unanswered,

And the wounds go unhealed,

Why are your precious Gods now ?

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I need a God to believe in,

I need a God to believe in me.

Save me from the words of the raven,

Hide me from the men with whips.

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Keep my flesh from being broken

And save my sight so I can keep searching

For the angels, for a sign,

For anything, to trust, at all.

(FLOOD FROM A TEAR By A R J Abranson; 05-10-92/15:00 & 26-04-96/01:13)

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

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