Bri's December 2020 " Showcase " Of Shared P-H Poems, " Borrowed" From Other Authors Poem by Bri Edwards

Introductory poem, by Bri:


Here's yet another sharing showcase of poems; they come from MyPoemList.
I hope you'll read 1 or 2 or quite a few, and at least get each
poem's gist.


(December...17th...2020)


bri

:)


gist /jist/

noun
1.
the substance or essence of a speech or text.

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Friends et al,

To find a poem from my suggested poems which are listed below, try this:
Type a listed item into a ‘search engine' tab on your computer. [ I have added quotation marks at either end of each title because I THINK it will work ….
better. ]
Do the search and look for a ‘search engine suggested reference' ….[e.g. from the Google search engine]…. which may be at or near the top of the first page of items found by the search engine. Click on the selection, and hope for the best.
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For example,

To find Ruth Walters' "Fishing" poem, I chose the first Google selection (out of over 4 million selections found)which was:

Fishing Poem by Ruth Walters - Poem Hunter Comments


If you click on the appropriate item found, the poem title and text should show, OR a listing of the poet's poems on P-H should show up, and YOU can look for title in P-H's alphabetical listing of the poet's title.Good luck!Or you can TRY to find a poem by using P-H's search box, but it often(?)doesn't help. : (

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All the poems I am ‘sharing' with you were recently added to MyPoemList.On every poem's page I've left at least one comment, and told the poet their poem would go into MyPoemList.


Bri

:)

p.s. For some poems the above method does not work for me.
I have put **** in front of items for which I found no easy ‘search engine'-method (outside of P-H search engine)to find the selection.
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[ much later, today ]:

I have decided to use my list of Favorite Poems from P-H, i.e. "MyPoemList", which can be found on my P-H site, PROBABLY ONLY BY ME.I'll click on each poem which I want to share now, & copy and paste to this message to YOU. I only decided to do this after I reached poem # 11.
I hope this makes you all happy! ! !Merry X-mas!
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Some of my Google searches gave me a selection which took me to the poem on another [not P-H] poetry site, e.g. Quoth TheRavens's ‘The Cure You Shared".


Some poems contain typos; the poems are as they appeared on the poem pages at the time I copied them.

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1

A Tribute To Selma (Reposted On Anniversary Of Salma)
Poem by Savita Tyagi


A Tribute To Selma

Today America commemorates
The historic 50th anniversary of Selma.
On that fateful day a peaceful march
For voting rights turned bloody with police brutality.

An emotion of gratitude and respect
Rises in my heart for all those,
Who rise with courage against injustice,
Pave and guide the way for fairness,
March, struggle and unite us all
In an innate, common bond for the
Triumph of shared human spirit.

Whether it is Selma for voting rights,
Jalianwalla Bag for national freedom,
Or Sharpeville rising against apartheid laws,
We owe our freedom and liberty
To these fearless souls, who without
Any stick or gun, shield or sword,
Stand with determination in their hearts
To bridge the gap between
Freedom and slavery, by the
Sheer strength of their will, and
Righteousness of their thoughts.

The power of their soul embedded
In their character, so brave and willing
To lay down their lives to inspire others,
To rise against injustice and cruel humiliation
Of fellow human beings all around the world.
The face of evil hidden in each and every place,
gets crushed each and every time, again and again,
By their most humble yet courageous efforts.

Each of us owe our respect and gratitude
To those who died so we could live.
Who suffered so we could be relieved of suffering.
Whose vision for us was to have
What they were deprived off.
Who fought so we could taste the fruit
Of liberty, so forbidden to them.

Let those who sacrificed be never forgotten,
Never be away from our thoughts.
Let their vision of future inspire us all
Let light of freedom shine upon us all.

3.7.2015.

Topic(s)of this poem: historical, tribute
Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 1,2020




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Babies Cry Anywhere
Poem by s.zaynab kamoonpuri

(Inspired by Eleanor Farjeon's poem 'Cats sleep anywhere)


Gah, , babies cry anywhere
Anywhere and everywhere
In the cot or rocking chair
They may bawl
While they crawl

In your lap
After a nap

In the basinet
On the sofa set

In the car
Near or far

On the shore
On the floor

In the baby sling
Or the baby swing

In the pram
Or the tram

In the bath tub
For a scrub

On the bed
Until its fed

Aw babies cry anywhere
In your arms or high chair

God designedcrying as babies way to talk
so they can commune like that everywhere


Topic(s)of this poem: baby
Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16,2020
Poem Edited: Monday, November 16,2020



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Fishing
Poem by Ruth Walters


There were lots of tiddlers,
little minnows,
a few catfish
and a small group
of piranhas,
yeh, lots of slippery fish.
She spotted the sharks
as soon as she walked in
but the one she had
her eye on was a fine,
handsome Puffer.
She slid up to his side,
slipped him the line
and reeled him in.
He took the bait willingly
and was hooked.
Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31,2012



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A Memory Of Childhood............
Poem by Ruth Walters


Her plump, hard working hands
plunged into the bowl of minced meat,
kneading and blending
with egg and a dash of salt.

That's how, she'd teach me -
me fascinated with the goo,
feeling loved and cherished
enjoying conversation.

We'd talk of the good old days, her childhood,
my grandmother and her sisters.
We'd talk of things in newspapers,
things that worried us.

The humid warmth of the kitchen,
its infusion of smells and spices,
hot water boiling, steam rising,
sticky hands making sweet, succulent dishes.

There was a large wooden table
where we'd read or eat or draw.
I don't have one anymore
but the memory lingers.


Topic(s)of this poem: memories
Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 19,2012
Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 12,2014


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The Cure You Shared
Poem by Quoth TheRaven


You turn and risk two smiling eyes my way as I walk in..
how pretty you look sitting upright in that little bed,
Quietly you whisper, how well your wedding gown would fit,
imagining our dream wedding dance in your fever'd head.

And do you still hear the sweet music of the love we made,
in a different room, full of flowers, where children bloomed?
Those memories savored now, where you, my heart's saviour layed,
the shadows drowned by your brilliant glow in musky perfume.

Tired nurses and CNA's steal a glance behind misty glasses,
at a star'y eyed groom longing to see his bride in prime.
Unafraid of death's grasp, I pulled away her tear-filled mask,
dared kiss two lips in precious life that hugged me one more time.

If loving you proved lethal, or a lingering disease,
then let it linger, I need no cure for what's shared within.
Warm hands and laughing eyes so cherished., I'm now loath to leave..
so please stay here with me, sharing in all that love was meant.
Topic(s)of this poem: eyes, illness, laughter, lost love, lovers, smiling

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24,2020
Poem Edited: Sunday, October 25,2020


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The Vaccine Blues
Poem by Panagiota Romios


Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here?
To be injected in the arm, not my derrière.

I am no fool to buy eternal life swishing in a needle via a potion.
This is not amagical health revolution.

I'd rather die, by God's voice.
No Big Brothers demanding I have no choice.

Like worms is a fresh apple they've taken freedoms away.
Do you think I will stand hereand say, O.K.?

With masks I can take no more!
And no, in front of this face, I will not sport a plastic door! !

No, you may not tell me withwhom I might dine, nor fine me!
Because my lfe belongs to God, the Divine!

Johns Hopkins published the truth.
That paper was pulled offline forsooth!

You do as you so choose~
I am not one who will sing the vaccine blues.


12/11/2020

Topic(s)of this poem: choice, health
Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11,2020


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Anacortes
Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair


Once touted as the New York of the West,
grand terminus for a Pacific rail route,
Anacortes lay casting her spell
on tourists who dared the Skagit west.

Christened after Anne Curtis,
an early settler's wife,
a dreamer with a vision for the place,
who threw all he had into its chase.

Refineries across the Fidalgo Bay
still fumed the chagrin of those days;
yet, the town never failed to beam
and invite tourists with her luring gleam.

A voyeur November Sun
peeped through a veil of clouds
on to the lovely contours of her anatomy,
as seagulls laughed and hooted in merry.

Tourists meandered along
her quadrilateral streets,
hunting for curios,
inebriate to the hilt on diverse ales.

Restaurants that lined the street-side
worked on exotic salads and fries,
where visitors would soon hole up
at noon to gorge on delicious meals.

A roadside tree now leafless
still had some red berries,
a departed summer's after-thought;
two crows perched nearby
leaving them untouched.

Down the road at the marina
an imposing wreck of a schooner lay,
La Merced her forgotten name,
now totally overgrown by bushes,
an abode for vagrant creatures.

The portal to the ferry-docks
had a list of missing persons,
fondly remembered and yet
there wasn't anyone around
to narrate what really happened.

Yet, ferries waited a few yards away
eager to connect
to British Columbia
and the islands on the west,
San Juans, Orcas, Lopez and the like.

Anacortes lay, a dream of the past,
beauty of the Pacific,
with a reinvented charm,
a welcoming bosom
for paradise-seekers
and Lotos Eaters
on the islands of the Ocean.


Topic(s)of this poem: beauty, nature, places
Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26,2020
Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 26,2020


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The Ways Of Stars
Poem by Lora Colon


See those stars twinkling so high in the skies?
Some are sad stars trying to avert their eyes,
They've observed lovers who have parted ways -
To keep from crying they must turn their gaze

And those stars displaying faint hues of red.....
Don't know if it's true, but I've heard it said
Love songs and poems tend to make them cry,
And cause these soulful stars to blush and sigh

Now each star's assigned a task to perform,
To create galaxies, many must swarm;
Stars must grant favors when they're wished upon,
Should they fail their tasks, their light soon grows wan

And such stars will be expelled from their berth,
The Lord God sends them careening toward Earth;
It's not clear what offense they've committed -
Perhaps they were lax, or just dimwitted

But how lucky is the star that hovers
And twinkles in the bright eyes of lovers!
Their satisfying task never grows old.
(With stars in our eyes, love never grows cold)

If love has found you, then you have been blessed.
If you're still searching, don't give up the quest;
And when love tears down despair's prison bars,
Don't forget to thank your lucky stars!
Topic(s)of this poem: love
Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6,2020


9

Dream Macabre
Poem by L MILTON HANKINS


My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night
While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would
Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then
Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit.
After black-draped mourners departed for sumptuous feasts
I heaved their unboxed tuxedoed beloved into the pit
And shoveled them over head to foot with yellow clay.
No shame ensuing, I wiped down the shiny satin interior
Erasing telltale vestiges of the recently deceased occupant
Loaded the ornamental bronze, a considerably less-weighty box,
Into the back of my somber black Cadillac hearse
And laughing lustily sped away…, then I awakened.

Topic(s)of this poem: dream, humorous, imagination, macabre
Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8,2020


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Chess Poem 05: Igor Ivanov
Poem by Kim Barney


His name was Igor Ivanov,
someone you probably never heard of.
He was a grandmaster of chess
and certainly one of the best.

I played him once, some years ago
and he was a formidable foe.
I'm no beginner, and yet
this was a game to not forget.

Soon he threatened bishop and knight;
I could save one, but which was right?
I left them both, let him decide
which one to take (can't save my pride) .

He took neither one, and to my dismay
brought a third attacker into the fray.
Three pieces threatened, can't save all,
and he's really setting me up for the fall.

The game is in turmoil (so is my mind) .
How could I fall so far behind?
If this were over, that would be great,
then suddenly he says 'Checkmate! '

Topic(s)of this poem: chess
Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 27,2014
Poem Edited: Sunday, January 20,2019


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My Granddaughter Anayah
Poem by Khairul Ahsan


Anayah and I yesterday
Took to the park's way.
Her new tricycle she rode,
A bit nervous she showed,
As she wobbled across the road,
Though I was behind her to goad.

Timid as she is,
Was very apprehensive,
Even of the beautiful butterflies,
Thinking, they would sit on her eyes.
She wanted to pluck a little white flower,
But she couldn't, as the plant stood a bit far.

Yesterday, we both broke the quarantine
As we wished to walk in the sunshine,
On the walkway around the pond,
And sometimes, way beyond!
She didn't touch the swings though desirous,
As her mummy told her of the Corona virus.



Dhaka
20 November 2020

Topic(s)of this poem: granddaughter
Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20,2020
Poem Edited: Friday, November 20,2020



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Love Is But A Name But It's Still Love
Poem by James McLain


Have you ever known it by a differant name, than
the name that we call love?
Could you prey upon that special one the one you
said you loved.

Do you know that special road the road that leads
that way?
Do not ever turn your back on love the other roads
to sad.


Topic(s)of this poem: love and life
Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30,2020


13

On Reading Freud
Poem by Eugene Levich


My ID causes me to be IDiotic
My SUPER EGO says that is a NO NO


Topic(s)of this poem: humor, philosophy
Poem Submitted: Friday, January 27,2017
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 28,2017

Bri's Notes:Look up "id" and "super ego" to help you understand, if you aren't familiar with Freud's psychoanalysis terms; you may understand the poem.
That's what I did.


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Thank You Poemhunter
Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning


Poem Hunter

A window
To the World
Available to ALL

Allowing,
Unknowns to
Become known

Our words, Our deepest thoughts,
Our joys and deepest sorrows,
Put on paper, in a poem

Poem Hunter

Without you
There would be
No ME


Topic(s)of this poem: poetry
Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24,2019


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Bri Edwards Misses The Mrs.
Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams


Bri is living in Fortuna
and eating lots of tuna
since his wife is away.

He doesn't like to cook
so he uses the phone book
and orders curds and whey,

thinking he will rough it
like Little Miss Muffet,
not a life of ease.

He doesn't know what curds
are; he thinks they look like turds
and he asks "What are these? "

"I'm not sure what this is.
I really miss the Mrs.
This looks somewhat like cheese! "

Say there, my friend Bri,
perhaps you should try
ordering pizza instead.

Good food you will lack
'til the missus gets back
and bakes home-made bread!


Topic(s)of this poem: food
Poem Submitted: Monday, September 28,2020

Bri's Notes:Little Miss Muffet in reference to a poem from 200 years ago.


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Love In The Hiding.
Poem by Bharati Nayak


Love in the Hiding.



How come
My words dry
When I try
To write a love poem!

Why
The seeds
Refuse to sprout
Even in the care
Of fertile earth?

Why
The birds do not sing
Even when the dawn
Breaks into crimson?

Where did my love go?
Is it hiding in a secret cell
Or has it beenbanished
From my circle?

No,
Love can not go.
Perhaps it has fossilized
Deep under the earth crust
And some day
It will bloom
As a crimson flower
On the head of a grass blade.

BharatiNayak

Topic(s)of this poem: expression
Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 8,2020
Poem Edited: Saturday, August 8,2020


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The Wonder Bra
Poem by Linda Bella Wassermeister


Obnoxious personified described my teenage daughter.
I don't believe the things she said or did could get much odder.
She drove me to psychosis with her insubordination.
Not even for her wish-list could I wrest cooperation.
"Like, all I want for Christmas, " she'd intone (with humbug, bah) ,
"is a boss extreme bodacious ostentatious Wonder Bra."
Such a cockamamie present I did not intend to give
so I racked my cerebellum for a prime alternative,

and went on about my business as all Santa's helpers must,
while the puzzle of my daughter kept my weary wits nonplussed.
But then I stumbled on it! In a half-price clearance bin
lay an antique undergarment made of ersatz leopard skin:
a bra/girdle combination and ‘twas no hyperbole
that the woman it was made for wore size 50 D D D!
Hooks and hitches, struts and straps, the likes of which I never saw
filled my soul with righteous vengeance: THE quintessential ‘wonder bra.'

Yea verily! I bought it on an impulse without warning.
Then snickering deliciously, I pictured Christmas morning
with the family nearly buried in their clutter and their stuff
and my daughter's recognition that her mom had called her bluff.
But alas, the satisfaction of sweet serendipity
clouded (for a moment) the comprehensibility
that to her younger brother, such perversion would be shocking
were he to think that Santa stuffed that bra in someone's stocking.

So I spoke with him in whispers, privately, all hush and shush,
saying what his sister wanted would most likely make him blush
and that she was bound to get it, but the giver would be "I".
While absorbing this confession, he didn't question why―
only when. His consternation was that Santa must not see
this shameless evidence of feminine depravity...
afraid that such a shock, though not the fault of little boys,
would scare Santa up the chimney without leaving any toys.

The leopard bra was boxed then, wrapped with shiny bows and glitter.
And when my daughter opened it, she (stunned) commenced to titter
and I noticed something happening: her heart began to thaw.
She returned to being human, thanks to that vast wonder bra.
Her brother's mental health remained unscathed, or so we guess.
And what, you ask, became of my reforming demoness?
She wound up on the dean's list at the university,
while the champion of this tale transcribed it all in poetry


Topic(s)of this poem: christmas
Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12,2020

Bri's Notes:I believe a company in U.S. used to advertise a "Wonder Bra".


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My Friend Bri
Poem by Aqua Flower


My friend Bri
is funny as can be
a stand up guy
with a wit as quick as a fly
He is silly sometimes
and will critique your work
some even feel he's a bit of jerk
but I do like him a lot
for I know he has a good heart
and for record
boring he is not!

Copyright @ Aqua Flower
Topic(s)of this poem: friend, friendship
Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6,2020

Bri's Notes:How could I NOT like this one? !


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Bri Edwards Poem Comment
Poem by Krakatoa Kritic 007


Bri E. may be so smart, but his meter's opaque
with a density quotient, the Gods might forsake.
Tongue in cheek, web's undone, but with spasms of fun,
and he rhymes, so he wins! Hope no evil Bri twins'

in the closet, past-postal on poems that pose
in-depth pulchritude, content, punch syllable's nose!
Let's leave room - puns play part, for perverse forms of art,
time that melts, colored dots; watch Bri's muse tied in knots!


Krakatoa Kritic #007

Does a poem that promotes your humility suggest you're humble?
Hmm! Well, as a grateful immigrant, I try to give Americans a lot
of rope, but I've got my eye on you, Bri! An 8+ to 9- for a fun self-
effacement that sounds fair!

See Bri Edward's poem "Bri's So Smart! ! ….[ The Truth Must Be
Told! ]"


Topic(s)of this poem: commentary
Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12,2020
Poem Edited: Monday, November 30,2020
Form: Doggerel


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Ooops!NO MORE POEMS now.

It's seems to me that I have reached the "end of the line".

Now to write a quick(?)"introduction/intro poem" and submit and hope for the best.

Thanks to all contributing poets, whether YOU know you are one or (do)not (know) .

Until next month, perhaps, …if there IS a "next month".

:)

bri edwards