Bri Edwards' 2nd July 2021 Showcase Of Poems Found On P-H....[ Only A Few Poems This Time ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Bri's intro poem:

I HAD an introduction poem. I just had it yesterday.
But NOW I no longer see one! The Devil's in my way! !
It's not the only thing that's bugged me... online these days.
It seems the computer-circus in front of me has so MANY ways
....to foul up my plans to present a pleasing and painless showCASE.
It seems my fate IS to be bossed around (online) and 'Put in my Place'.

I've had one poet say not to use HER poem, 'cause it's 'spoken for',
to be put in an anthology of 'unpublished' works. And there's MORE!
When I looked for a substitute, my patience was 'wearing thin'. True!
But hopefully, using a couple of MY poems, I'll manage to please YOU!

Bri Edwards

:)

(July 25,2021)


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1

A Floating Cloud


Ah! It is not rainy season
From where fell
The rain drops!
It is thirsty Summer
Long lonely roads simmer
Butfrom where
fell the rain drops
I looked up
And found
One floating cloud
Showering blessings
From above
Oh I know, I know
I was waiting for it
All these years!

Bharati Nayak Saturday, June 11,2016
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2

Nice To Meet You. Marry Me?


You look as lonely as I feel.
So what's going on in your life?
You're looking for a husband?
Well, I'm looking for a wife!

Let's get to know each other;
we might make a good match.
How strange that we should meet like this!
I wonder what's the catch?

Please join me at the movies,
then we'll go to the beach,
then dinner at the country club,
and stay within close reach.

I'll go and meet your parents,
then you'll meet mine as well.
We could be headed down the aisle,
but only time will tell.

Things like this should not be rushed;
we can't jump in too soon,
but checking on my calendar,

I'm free tomorrow noon!


Cowboy Ron Williams

Friday, July 23,2021

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3

Peter's Pumpkin Eaters..... [eating; Ph Title-'Challenge'; Retirement Pastime; Medium]


Peter was the leader of 'Peter's Pumpkin Eaters'.
They rode from town-to-town on Harleys (two-seaters) .
They worked the 'speed-eating circuit' from the Atlantic to the Pacific,
eating mostly pies along the way; some were OK and some terrific.

It really mattered not much to them, how the pies did taste,
but how MANY pies they could eat, and how LITTLE time they did waste.
Peter's partner was Patricia, who also was his bride.
When they knew of an impending competition, on their cycles they would ride.

They both were retired; he an ex-accountant, and she a former nurse.
They didn't need the contest winnings, as they had enough cash in their 'purse'(s) .
They'd gotten bored after retiring early, and then had sought some fun.
Besides, they both enjoyed cruising byways and highways, ….in the sun.

If no 'pie' contests were at hand, they'd take what they could find.
There'd been only one contest they avoided; it was eating pickled melon rind.

Next-to-pies, Peter's preference was pasta, with sauce OR without, …..
……putting his face in the plate of pasta, as a PIG would put its snout.

Patricia was more lady-like, preferring, next-to-pies, hotdogs.
BUT like her husband, when they ate, what came to people's minds was 'Hogs! '.

And yet they didn't look like hogs. They both, in fact, were rather svelte.
But after a furious competition, it could be said that they BOTH 'smelt'.


(June 19,2014)

Bri Edwards

Saturday, June 21,2014

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4

Shampoo In My Eyes...... [cleanliness; Who's At The Door? ; Humor; Short]


I was expecting an important package,
to be delivered by messenger to my home.
In order for me to check it for damage...
I wanted to take it at the door, ……so I dared not roam.

But the messenger was not due to arrive....
for another hour; it was not quite then five.
I'd been sweating, and smelled not like a flower,
so I decided to take the time it'd take to shower.

The water flowed warmly o'er my mighty frame.
My bodybuilding efforts had brought to me some fame.
I was NOT done before the doorbell rang, .....to my surprise.
So I opened up the door stark-naked, with ….shampoo in my eyes.

It would not have been so bad if she'd been old and gray,
if she had been a HE, or if I'd remembered my towel. Hey!
But she was a SHE, and one of the cutest I'd seen in my life.
Unfortunately, I guess, for me, the 'messenger' was my neighbor's wife.


(July 1,2014)

Bri Edwards Wednesday, July 2,2014
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5

Back From Beauteous Normandy….


I still remember the light blue skies
touches the bright seablue horizon
that scene still lingers in my mind
the grey rock stony hills overgrown with green

walking at the beach
at my right hand our toddler Vinhie
is walking firmly in the sand

the view together as one painting
exuberantly divine

I still remember the light blue skies
touches the bright seablue horizon
that scene still lingers in my mind
the grey rock stony hills overgrown with green

walking at the beach
at my right hand

our toddler Vinhie is walking
perky in the sand
the view together as one painting
exuberantly divine

the sunrays
we notice that in all ways
the buzzing bee
I thought I'd not meet that at Normandy

yes, I am here
savouring atmosphere
at the beach
with our toddler Vinhie

as long as he enjoys
together with his grandma
I am part of his joys
these mini joys
searching for pebbels and shells

I still remember
this beauteous Normandy together with our cute Vinhie

the view and the togetherness as one painting
exuberantly divine….


Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan 'Little Sea Qualls from Normandy'
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Monday 7 September 2020
From the series: Back From Beauteous Normand



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Bri's Notes on this showcase:

Well, it's a short (again!) : my showcase. I don't know if time and my HEART would allow me to make it larger this time!

My thanks go to poets (including ME! !) .whose poems I've used.

Please, those of you who believe in prayer to...........whatever/whomever, PRAY for me and and my attempts to spread poetry and perhaps a little entertainment to my P-H friends and others on this FREE! ! ! ! SITE.

i 'have to' keep telling myself:
'It's FREE, Bri. Don't expect 'perfection'.'

AND I will answer myself by saying:
'Yeah, but I'M perfect. I wish that everything around me was/were perfect as well. Ah, but that's NOT the way the world works.'


p.s. The poems have been copied and pasted from P-H, along with any typos they may contain.


Bri Edwards
[ July 25th,2021 ]