Bri Edwards Friend Poems

[[I was reading aloud but my wife said “No more”;
no more because I’d admitted my throat was sore.
She filled a tiny glass and said “Gargle with Echinacea”;
and “Stay out of cold office, ...... though the computer might please ya.”
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NO lowly frog ‘prince’ am I, my dear,
but a KING! Have I made that clear! ?
AND I’m not so lonely as you may think,
as little female frogs lead me to the brink …
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Yes, I'm a PoemHunter Poetry-"Pro",
prostituting myself for you Readers, all.
I work my ass off from the word "go",
wishing that my Showcases do not fall....
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Chandan, I doubt I've ever thought of "it" this way before,
but you've asked who's my '"best friend" & here's 'the score'.:

Normally I'd say a high school friend, Karl; he lives now in Bangkok,
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Gather 'round, Children, and Bri shall tell you a tale...
about a Cat which, since birth, had no hair on its tail.
Oh, it HAD a tail, but it was a tail like that on a Snake,
and no hair did the cat's tail have, but still it did shake.
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Some do call them 'Katydid', others may say: Katy Did Not!
Best known as 'Mormon Cricket', watch your step ** IF......
one you SPOT....,
'spot', as in 'SEE') , because, IF there's one, there may be a lot!
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These days NOTHING "beats" me; years ago it was NOT true.
My Mom whacked me all about till I, her son, was black & blue!

My younger, yet much BIGGER, brother stomped on me good,
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Many know the story of King Kong and his death;
kidnapped from Skull Island, he had his last breath
…as bullets from planes killed him in New York City
…where he'd been put on display.It was a City pity.
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To write "About Me", assignment # 1, for …
her ‘advanced' herb class teacher,
Aki thought of her youth in postwar Japan …
and the decades since, thus to reach her ….
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In the seemingly-"calm" years in Japan, Aki was born in '49.
Her mother & her father had two sons by that post-war time.
At a "nearby shrine", Aki saw white-clad veterans ring bells as they begged,
some missing "parts of their face", and/or limb(s)e.g. arm(s)or leg(s) .
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There are hidden names to be found.
Just stop a moment and look around.
Some names are hidden in plain sight.
Some, to find, may take YOU all night!
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I WAS JUST encountering "leisure", .....SO boring!
'Twas while sitting in a 'comfy' stuffed chair (snoring?) .
[I don't know for sure about THAT line-ending part:
"snoring", but I may have been.Ain't THAT boring! ?
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I made a Friend, a Skinny Cannibal.
Now I KNOW why Teachers called me a Dunce.

I went for a Meal at my New Friend's Home.
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Limping, nay, crawling towards her garden ……(
...half-DEAD) , [ the garden! ],
Carmi, in her overalls & floppy hat, to Bri said:
"Bri, old friend, bring my tools behind me now;
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If I compare Akhtar to a mere ball of string....,
what fine visions would it, to me, then bring?
A well-rounded fellow to be sure...; it's true!
He's one who gives and gives to me and you...,
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poem to follow.....?


Here go my 10 fingers, furiously-flying,
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I'll NOT be, by the world, oppressed,
but perhaps at times a bit depressed.
I did not know the world has a tongue,
but it's welcome to speed my 'parting'.
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When two spouses should share responsibility,
but one does the work of not 1 or 2, but 3....,
the "one" someday may finally realize....
it's time to turn around & open eyes,
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I've not been beaten up today,
but still I don't always get my way.
No ice cream, today, have I had,
'cause I've not been good, but BAD!
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I had a peanut butter sandwich today
which made me think of all the way....
sssss my life has been touched by that
stick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat.
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I had five fingers left till I made my first cut.
Then four fingers left, and I said 'So what? '.
I thought three would let me finish that job,
Then 'OFF', the saw, my middle finger did lob.
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When at my mirrored-belly I look,
I remember what my wife does cook.
Or should I have said “does bake”?
Like each pie, croissant, and cake!
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Hang tough, though obstacles may seem rough.
I think you're up to the challenges, 'up to snuff'**.

Ok! Maybe you're better, yes, than 'up to snuff',
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I enjoy seeing birds at our backyard feeder,
And, from bushes and trees, hearing some birds that 'tweeeeeter'.

Tiny black seeds attract finches, which have the name ‘gold'....
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Our love was quite different;
it almost ….did not exist.
But I still said 'I love you, Dear',
‘cause it's what she did insist …
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It's not too unlike a smoking gun,
bringing death with the setting sun.
I don't ever smoke cigar or cigarette,
but my brain may smoke when I am upset.
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I've got a friend; his name is "Bill"; in truth he's Willard.
He grew up where there could be a cold and snowy blizzard.
Now he lives in the far off tropic isle of Fiji....
where all precipitation is wiped off with a squeegee.
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Last night I swear I left the chimney flue open,
and ALL night long, for gifts, I SO MUCH was hopin'!
But each time I got up to the bathroom to pee...
I found not a single wrapped gift...about the tree!
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His wife adjusted his tie;
Manu finished his mango pie.
He grabbed an Espresso-to-go,
and settled into his Ferrari with a sigh.
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now that we're getting well on in years,
there's a pox which to some brings tears.
it's several conditions, all called dementia.
and i say this to it: 'who the hell sent ya?
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'Captain A' met two 'good boyz'.
Mahdi: physics expert; loves computer toys.
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To pick nits can mean to remove eggs of lice from human hair,
and I believe Andy's ‘Nitpicker‘ word may come from ‘there'.
Nits are very tiny, and a nitpicker points out some ‘tiny faults',
like a misspelling in a poem, amounting to, for some, insults.
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[sent from Hell]
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THE BARNYARD CAT


What good, Bill, will Harvard do me NOW.?
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now that we're getting well on in years,
there's a pox which to some brings tears.
it's several conditions, all called dementia.
and i say this to it: 'who the hell sent ya?
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He was born in a quiet stable, amid livestock;
where His life would lead Him would be …..a shock.
Or ….did He know already?
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"Friend, as we near Thanksgiving Day,
I wish YOU peace the rest of your stay …..
on this Earth.
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I've a little PH friend by name of Goldheart Bird,
who sometimes, it seems, misspells every word.
Of course that is an exaggeration huge,
but, without cheating, i challenge her.....to spell luge.
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Ah! the joys of tramping along a country pathway on a sunny day.
It’s Autumn and Indian Summer warms you..... all along the way.
Here and there you spot a bird, though they’re not singing as in the
Spring.
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I wonder: 'Is my PH friend Lynn still kickin'?
Is he alive though he's now takin' a big-C lickin'?
Has he lost part of tongue? Does the plot thickin'?
All I know is.....my friend Lynn is NO damn chicken! ! !
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Goldheart Bird is this youngster’s lovely poetic-online-name,
but someday she may be better known for her violin-playing fame.
Right now I tease her, a little bit, about her “poor”.... spelling,
but she may scoff at me, judiciously, when her career does get gelling.
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It's not too unlike a smoking gun,
bringing death with the setting sun.
I don't ever smoke cigar or cigarette,
but my brain may smoke when I am upset.
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