A Showcase For Ph Poets: May 2015: Section 'A'.... [sharing Poems; Not A Contest; Monthly On Bri Edwards' Ph Site] Poem by Bri Edwards

I’ve started a 'showcase' on my PoemHunter site,
which is NOT a contest; it’s no arena for a fight,
but instead a place where once a month I shall post..
a poem* from you, a PH member, which you’d like read most.

NO title, topic, nor length* do I plan to require.
Just send in a poem to set the PH members on fire.
Send to 'A Showcase For PH Poets', care of me.
Let's show off our stuff, and this also is free!

I was intending this to showcase poems by you, the member,
BUT, heck, send someone else's ** if you'd like, BUT remember....
to NOT get me involved in copyright disputes, please.
Of course if I were sued, there is NO money from me to squeeze!

(February 28,2015)

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*I now allow and welcome TWO poems per month from each PH member. At least one of them should be not much longer than 24 lines in length, but I’ll judge each case separately, trying to be fair to all.

So, now for some information about my montly SHOWCASE for PH poets:

In anticipation of a great response for my first showcase [I sent notices to about 75 members from my inbox and my list of PH friends], I have added to my poem's title: “section ‘A’ ”, but there MAY never be a “section ‘B’ “.

I plan to submit one of my own short (24 lines or less) poems, and one of my LONG ones (which may go on for a couple of pages) . Therefore, and since I will allow other members to also submit two poems per month [if one is 24 lines or less], I may well add a second, third,4th, etc. 'section' so readers will not have to scroll up and down too much to refer to poems and the comments area below the poems. Understand? I hope so. This first 'section' is 'A' and I shall follow the English alphabet: A, B, C, etc. IF I FEEL A NEED (or desire) TO DO SO.


I also plan to have a LIST OF POETS [whose poem(s) are included in a section] above the posted poems.

**I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE ALL POEMS BE WRITTEN BY PH MEMBERS, and be submitted by the authors. If you choose to submit a poem by another PH member I will try to verify that the member agrees. Poems attributed to non-members I may want to ask about also.

Starting off will be the first poem submitted to section 'A' of May's showcase.
[PLEASE READ THE POET'S NOTE ALSO FOR MY 'A SHOWCASE FOR PH POETS'.]

I WILL ALWAYS GIVE THE AUTHOR’S NAME WITH THE POEM POSTED.

My first showcase was in February 2015, and I consider it to be a success, with almost 20 poems to view, from almost as many poets. My thanks go to all contributors! ! This is meant to expose poems and poets to readers and to provide some entertainment and/or enlightenment and/or knowledge to PH members [and I guess non-members who, I think, can also view the poems but not comment].
Some of the poems may not be on the authors’ PH sites. But if you are enthused about a poem, I hope you will visit the poet’s site and read more and leave comments.

Did I forget anything? ?

[[some ages of poets' may be age+1.
AND i use PH for the names and countries and gender as well.]]

[AND I TRY TO keep typos etc. out of the poems, but if i miss some, OR if the poets wants their poems added as they've given them to me, then i'm not going to edit the poem! ]

HERE WE GO!
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The POETS (and poems) :

1. BUDDY BEE ANTHONY (singer/songwriter) (first poem)

Presto

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2. BUDDY BEE ANTHONY (singer/songwriter) (second poem)

Rich

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3. AKHTAR JAWAD (Pakistan; Male; 69) (1st poem)

A Friend

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4. BRI EDWARDS (United States; Male; 67) (1st poem)

Something Has Been Eating Me

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5. BRIAN JOHNSTON (United States; Male: 72)

Hidey Holes

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6. XELAM KHAN (Pakistan; Male; 96! ?)

Medusa. The Myth Unfold

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7. BRI EDWARDS (United States; Male; 67) (2nd poem)


The Lettuce And Burger Address

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8. RAY K. HART (Australia; Male; 69) (1st poem)


A Fathers Words To His Child

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9. GREG DAVIDSON (Australia; Male; 60)

AFTER THE FIREWORKS

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10. SAVITA TYAGI (United States; Female ;)

Feeling Normal

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11. RAY K. HART (Australia; Male; 69) (2nd poem)

Bugles Last Post

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12. CLARENCE PRINCE (Canada; Male; 75) (1st poem)

The Fall Of Man In Eden's Garden!

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13. CLARENCE PRINCE (Canada; Male; 75) (2nd poem)

Little The Bee 1

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14. AKHTAR JAWAD (Pakistan; Male; 69) (2nd poem)

Fairy Doors

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The POEMS:

1. by Buddy Bee Anthony


Pesto


You went and ate the pesto
Ate up all the pesto
My baby ate the pesto
nummy num num
You milked all of it and presto
You couldn't resist the pesto
gulping up my pesto like a skid-row bum
Slurping it up without a whimper of protest
no
You gulped down all the pesto
what else could I have done but say
go cat go



When you ate all of my pesto
You just couldn't resist the pesto
You scarfed it down alfresco
Then, having slept awhile
I drank my rum
and gave my baby some

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2. by Buddy Bee Anthony


Rich


So very special, most divine.
The freshest fruit right off the vine.
In the bright spotlight at the scene of the crime.
Hooray,
how have you managed to look that good
doin nothin all day.

A real live wire, a shaker and a mover
Out shadowboxed J. Edgar Hoover
Strike your famous cameo pose
Slow dancing like Little Egypt
at all the right shows

Got away clean with the biggest of scores.
When you get a blemish they seal your pores.
Everything goes off without a hitch.
Since, you've got the scratch, I'll cool your itch?
Now that you're spoiled rotten,
filthy stinkin rich

Flew up to cripple creek before the crash
Oh what a creek, layered with cash.
You're much blonder and bolder, and faster than heck
When little boy blue was found
floating face down in your heart-shaped swimming pool
you didn't flinch,
you just wrote out a check.
Your court case is long on the dockets.
Postponed indefinitely due to your deepest of pockets.
If in so many years, the law catches up with you.
You'll simply shift gears,
that's what you do.

Since, you're muffin stuffin,
truffle suckin
bronco buckin rich.

Strike another exquisite cameo pose.
What miracles your doc did
with the bridge of your nose.
And how precisely, your overbite's been adjusted.
Your posse took heat, so you wouldn't get busted.
Waves nor ripples are raised,
as your pit crew gasses up your cars.
All in, running big time tabs at the bars..
first responder the scene
to drain all available cash machines.

When your soul daddy's a jerk, acting the clown.
You go on shopping sprees, do up the town.
Move the deadwood out and haul the fresh stuff in
It's confirmed,
bearer bonds are your next of kin.

You're spoiled rotten,
ill begotten,
diamond encrusted
fairy dusted,
richer than the richest of the rich.
filthy
stinkin
muffin stuffin,
bronco buckin,
truffle suckin
most entitled,
uber
idle
rich.
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3. by Akhtar Jawad:


A Friend

Friendship is an amazing relationship,
I don't know how others understand,
I don't know how others withstand,
It is something hidden and locked by a zip.

By the passage of time,
A friend is gradually exposed,
Constituents are often decomposed,
Keeping the relations becomes a crime.

If the common interest,
Is very much alike,
And if the same thing, both dislike,
The friend is nearer than nearest.

I never found dearer than dearest,
Wish you good luck and all the best.

Friendship needs trust and sighting,
Often a friend like a comedian of Hollywood,
Says or writes some thing not very good
Ask him to explain his saying or writing.

Before changing your attitude or the behavior,
You should inform your friend about his lacks,
Don't make his heart a wall of cracks,
You shouldn't be destroyer, act like a savior.

I didn't find a savior in my life,
Except one, my lovely wife!

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4. by Bri Edwards:


Something Has Been Eating Me

This year I have turned 65?
Apparently I’m still alive.
But today will spell the last....
of much to which I’ve held fast.

As a kid I enjoyed each sweet treat,
and getting older I still did eat......
pies, and cookies, and also cakes,
but LESS CANDY, for goodness sakes.

I lost two close friends.....
when breakdowns caused their ends.
Where they were is now hollow;
I swore I would not, them, follow!

I now still eat some sweets,
but more so fruits and meats,
AND vegetables galore.
I’d like to chew some more.

Did I mention my “grinding” past?
Today it’s ME who’ll be ground at last.
Before long, what’s left of me will wear a crown,
but NOT due to any great renown.

Something’s been eating ME.*
AND today the grinding’s NOT for free.
[Good thing for good dental insurance.
And I bet that “Bri” is in concurrence.]

(September 23,2013)

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5. by Brian Johnston:


Hidey Holes

Where did you find safety when you were a child,
Did flight really serve you I wonder my friend?
I felt like it did me, but that was because
My mom didn’t try hard to suss her son out,
And having no fear of dark criminal plot, 

Some empathy shown to usurper of laws.

Her faith that my testing would not be my end

Helped bring moderation to my running wild

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A freestanding tub was my first hiding place,

Its sloping back rest left a child sized retreat

That served me quite well until seven or eight.

When arguments scared me or Mom’s tears would fall

My cave offered shelter away from it all.

A chance for the terrors of day to abate,

A child that’s not seen is quite hard to mistreat,

Fresh adult frustration not known for its grace.



My folks’ bedroom closet, clothes hung below shelves, 

A naked light bulb with a string hanging down,
A door that closed tight though it had not a lock,
Just turned out to be an impregnable space.

For on the top shelf they could not see my face

Small boxes helped also their vision to block, 

A climbing wall route up eight feet was its crown

I'd patiently hide while the misdeed dissolves.


When younger I felt that my own life was tough

The rules of my father were simply not fair.

But most things that scared me today seem quite mild.
Still parents are powerful, there’s no defense, 

And parental judgments can miss innocence.
For few trust the protests of complaining child
While word of an adult can seal an affair,
And a small child convict, who should be plaintiff.

If you are a parent please try to be true,
Have faith in son’s training, trust him to do right,
Your child’s not a stranger, don’t treat him as one,
Don’t teach him to think and then childhood forbid.
I might have been boy but was never a kid.
Yes, such a good father, you killed so much fun,
As your Dad before you, day work, and sleep night.
But whatever happens I won’t be like you.

Yet let this last stanza end curse if it can….
Your faults that still glow in the dark with hindsight
And kisses, I swear, oh just where did they go
Your hugs not full bodied, your stiffness with that,
For physical comfort best buy dog or cat…….
No man born more honest and not just for show
The jobs you created, a light in the night,
Few parenting skills, still…I honor the man.


April 17,2015

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6. by Xelam Khan:


Medusa, The Myth Unfold


Suspend for a while your sense of query,
I am to tell you an old tragic story
Revealed unto my solemn heart
A myth that was wrongfully taught
In a far land of ancient Greece
Dwelt a highland lass in peace,
Fairer than Helen was she, in appearance
I, in lines few reveal unto you
Her virtue and her acquaintance.

Gentle to all young and old
By heaven and earth she was extolled,
In youth she served the goddess`s temple
From soul to heart was innocent ample,
Vanity and vengeance from a heavenly figure*
Eroded the life of this maiden fair,
For the sin of temptation of heavenly race**
She was cursed and horridly deface
With venomous vipers, rattling around her neck,
That turned a being into rock
With her noxious gaze and look.

The anguish that never had quenched
A fragrance that turned into a stinky stench,
As she refused the gods to be wench.
A rustic figure with crying heart
Ah! Demon and monster she was thought.

Her cheer and bloom
Melted like a mist and made her gloom,
Her sole recreation in that dreadful park
Was to scrub and scratched dust from rock.
For years of infinity
She was blest with malevolent charity
Till Perseus the Demi-god
Beheaded her and ceased her life odd.


(bri's note: see poem's page for explanation of asterisks)


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7. by Bri Edwards:


The Lettuce And Burger Address.....[long; Humor; Capitalism]


Four months and seven days ago me an' my brother Joe here
brought to 'yas' a new diner with both sugar AND Equal, and
catsup for all.
Our competition (ha ha) cut prices to pressure us, but we countered with a new menu.....and topless waitresses.
There have been some skirmishes as some 'a' 'ya', our customers know.
But Joe and me are diner veterans and 'in for a penny, in for a pound', as Mom used to say.

Remember not all diners, meaning businesses, are created equal to US, but all diners, meaning people, ARE equal to US, and we plan 'ta' come out on top.
Many 'a' 'yas' been good and loyal customers for weeks, and
Joe and me got our Grand Opening Week, comin' Sunday through Saturday.
As always we got free medium sodas and coffee, one per customer.
And for those with five holes me or Joe punched in your loyalty cards,
you each receive a free dessert 'wit' purchase of any entrée (17 dollars or more) .
How 'da ya' like that folks? Pretty swell, huh?

Tuesday and We'nesday we got live music, Jazz Tuesday and Blue Grass We'nesday.
In the future we might get live music all the time; free for loyal customers; three bucks a head for them without cards. Nice, huh? You betcha!
Remember loyalty cards is always available from our lovely wait staff. Take a LOW bow girls. Nice!

Burgers and hots will still be our featured items on the menu.
We got six kinds 'a' burgers and three kinds 'a' hots.
All them come with fries or onion rings and coleslaw or ‘tato salad;
hot sauce me and Joe got for 'yas' too. Nice, huh?
But Joe and me (we're buddies as well as bro's 'ya' know?) plan 'ta'
expand the choices to please our customers even more. That's you folks.
Fish and chips, cold sandwiches, and chili and takeout are maybe comin'.


We plan a great run here, Joe and me, see, as we continue to serve 'ya', our friends.
We might branch out to other locations as our competitors (ha ha) wise up and go belly up.....'fore they owe too much dough 'ta' ev'ryone.

(That's when they know they can't beat me and my brother here.)

There's been talk ‘bout lawsuits ‘bout our girls' attire (or lack of it) but Joe and me got the city boys in our pockets. (ha ha)
Never forget we love all 'yas', our loyal customers.


And don't forget our new address here: 1200 Oceanside Avenue..this place here.
Tell your people about our great food. Thanks a bunch. Lunch too.


(Nov.2012)

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8. by Ray Hart:


A Fathers Words To His Child.


Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.

You teach and doggedly hold.
But the day must come when they break from the mold.
With resounding break of a parental heart.
They step away, a life of their own to start.

I watched a beautiful young woman as she stepped the isle.
With maids surrounding she flashes her parents a comforting smile.
Where is the tomboy, who bowled the boys out?
And where is our back yards loudest shout.

God gives such gifts to unworthy types like me,
Here is my wealth, this is my treasury.
Even though she resides within another man's walls,
There's a part of me that remembers the mischievous calls.

My baby has grown into a woman of great strength, for sure.
And has a man that adores her, what's more.
She faces life's challenges with a tigress's might.
Amazing to watch this fearsome sight.

From porcelain doll with features so fine
To beautiful warrior princess in such a short space of time.
But remember should God give me the wisdom to listen,
I have a broad shoulder when a tear upon cheek should glisten.

So my blessing, my love, and many hours of prayer, are given to you.
Pass your battles to Jesus and He will see you through.
May days a soft breezes, gentle sunlight, and summer flowers,
Along with sweet family laughter, encompass your waking hours.

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9. by Greg Davidson:


AFTER THE FIREWORKS

I am waiting at the station,
I don’t want to wait no more,
And I’m standing in the darkness
With, it seems, three thousand more.

We have seen the New Year’s fireworks,
Jewels exploding in the night.
We were filled with awe and wonder
At the splendor of the sight.

But now I’m waiting at the station,
For a western suburbs train,
My feet are sore and blistered
And I’m sure it’s going to rain.

I have walked the length of George Street
And trudged about the Quay,
Through the smoke from all the fireworks,
Just to get a cup of tea.

Now I’m waiting at the station,
And I don’t want to wait no more,
I have been here since one thirty
And it’s almost half past four.

I have made a resolution,
If there’s fireworks I must see,
Then from the comfort of my lounge room,
I will watch them on T.V.

But now I’m waiting at the station,
With my mobile phone in hand,
I will send a text to all my friends;
“The fireworks, weren’t they grand.”

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10. by Savita Tyagi:


Feeling Normal

A little hurt from a worn out memory surfaced upon
A warm tear shed in silence wetted my cheek
In darkness life stirred and I felt wide awake
The rough remembrance didn't last long
Like a wave it receded after drenching the shore
To my surprise after effect brought a strange joy
The emotional sensation was poignant in dead of night
Like a dry earth with rain shower comes alive
I absorbed and felt the soft touch of an emotion
It caressed and left like a passing breeze
I am alive not because I breathe but because I feel
Living life with empty desolate mind is
Like a brain dead patient moving upon wheel
World is charming when we are healthy enough
To feel in heart the effect of its joy and pain
It took a little memory to jolt me back
From a week long physical and mental stupor
Life is beautiful with all its bumps and bruises
Lose not a moment to recognize its grandiose.

5.11.2015

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11. by Ray K.Hart:


Bugles Last Post.

I hear the sound of the bugles last post,
And in minds eye hear wars ghosts.
From muddy trenches body strewn,
Men scream, their strong bodies hewn.

I see muddy lagoons of slush and blood,
Men cast back forehead hit by snipers thud.
A photo clings bravely to a trench wall,
A family smile, he won’t see a babe crawl.

I hear the wail of the bugles last post cry,
From stretches come screams then last sighs.
Hospital ships off shore at anchor await,
Brave soldiers dying while generals’ debate.

Muddy bloody inches won and yards lost,
We ask ourselves how great the cost.
Not a carpet of men between trenches lie,
Strongmen from each side collapse and cry.

The bugle has sounded for me a last time,
I’m leaving the mud the slush and grime.
Now I’m trading the myriad fears of war,
For her lips, soft hands and a love I adore.

7/5/2015

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12. by Clarence Prince:


The Fall Of Man In Eden's Garden!

This happened unto a couple many years ago
When Eve should’ve refused but didn’t say no
Instead she yielded to Satan’s sinful device
Next they both defied God’s Holy advice
And allowed Satan to lead them into trouble
Then despite it had been extremely long ago
Yet God has a plan which shall come to pass

After they allowed themselves to be enticed
Before long they knew that they were defiled
For they noticed that they were both naked
Being disobedient they fell into Satan’s trap
Then despite it had been awfully long ago
Earlier God made a decree to redeem man
And the Lord’s promise shall come to pass

Later that evening the Lord came from above
As usual He has endless compassion and love
He looked for the couple but they were hiding
He called for Adam who shouldn’t be in hiding
Satan beguiled Eve but Adam was in authority…
And so despite it had been exceedingly long ago
Yet God has a plan which shall truly come to pass

God called for Adam, he answered we are naked
How could you know now that you are naked
Have you eaten of the fruit of the forbidden tree
Thus cometh My presence you are trying to hide
We have been beguiled and so we are hiding
Then despite it had been truthfully long ago
God has a plan which yet shall come to pass

I gave you a command which you should’ve kept
You have disobeyed so for bread you must sweat
As for your clothes leaves won’t properly twist
Just the furs from animals’ skin will fix betwixt
As God saw their shame He made them clothes
Then despite it had been exceedingly long ago
Yet God has a plan which shall surely come to pass

There cometh a day of salvation in the distant future
Said God, at that time I ‘God’ will send man a Saviour
He shall be known as the restorer of this very breach
His name is Jesus and by Him all evil will be crushed
Besides He will teach every man what’s right to preach
Then despite God’s promise was extremely long ago
Jesus indeed appeared and He repaired the breach.

Here, perhaps it’s fair just to say Amen!

(all rights reserved)

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13. by Clarence Prince:


Little The Bee 1

My name is Little the Bee
I’m so busy at times I get dizzy
I wish I was Winkle the beetle
He is just sneaky an cheeky
Work makes him fairly sleepy
Not me, as during spring time
I worked with the sunshine
Visiting from flower to flower
Picking up nectar and pollen
Working with all those plants
I'M fulfilling the Lord’s plans
Yearly throughout the spring
I go from flower to flower
Whilst idle Winkle the beetle
Lives freely, looking sleekly
Stays home eats corn flour
I worked with all my power
Being inspired by the flowers
Make me sings buzzing songs
Working daily in spring time
Completing the plans of the Divine
Made me of all insects unique
Says Little the busy little Bee


(All rights reserved.)

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14. by Akhtar Jawad:


Fairy Doors

Sometimes, it looks beautiful and lovely,
Our thoughtless acts and thirst of beauty,
By causing harm to the sweet beloved,
We ultimately stop the outburst of beauty.

Making fairy doors in the stems of trees,
Looks beautiful and charms exploiting,
Just like giving poison to a beautiful girl,
To make eyelids heavy and more exciting!

Please don’t poison the sweet girlfriend,
Don’t make fairy doors in the friendly stems,
She will die and her death we cannot afford,
Life is dependent on the green earthly gems.

[I, Bri, suggest looking at Akhtar's photo which shows an example of 'fairy doors' on his poem's page on his site.]

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