Bri Edwards

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EDITED August 19,2021:

PoemHunter has improved, though not back to being as wonderful as it used to be for years. : (

I may be moving from California to South Carolina in the near future. My life on PH and at 'home' is unsettled.

I have deactivated many more of my poems, including most of my 'showcases' recently. This is to give fewer po ...

Bri Edwards Poems

When I were schooled english wernt my thing.
My scores in English lurning no bells done ring.
Yea I grajaded but ain't english smart ….no lie!
Come end a school year the teach said 'By Bri.'
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Green: The Color... [green Things]

My favorite colors are green and brown.
Green-leafed trees polka-dot our town.
Green’s the color of farm pond scum,
and green’s the color of green tea gum.
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For my poems, my friend Valsa George has a hunger.
She’s over fifty, but, compared to me, she is younger.
She suggested I write about ‘the advantages of being old’.
It’s a challenge, but, Valsa, on this idea you have sold......
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Fun-Eral....... [my Funeral; Relatives; Life And Death; Fun]

Did you ever notice, in “funeral”, the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would “from it” and who would “to it” run?
At 64 I’m overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I’ve found.
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I’m an American. So you know I KNOW about equality, right?
And I’m married. I strive for spousal equality with all my might!
Let me share with you how I help to keep my marriage EQUAL.
I’m so good at it that this is my 3rd marriage sequel.
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Bri Edwards Quotes

19 November 2014

Give me a spoon and i shall eat ice cream! hell, give me ice cream, and i'll eat it, spoon or not! !

06 January 2021

Don't worry 'PoemHunter', i will NOT 'forget' that this quote can't be edited once it's submitter/published. Pay close attention to this PH (my once dear 'friend' on the Internet) . 'Bri will struggle to be active on PH, for my sake, and the sakes of those i've met and 'enjoyed' here.....even if i have to Google their names & poemhunter, e.g. 'bri edwards poemhunter' in order to find their PH pages.

17 January 2021

This is NOT MY POEM, but i want to share it. It was when I was just in class three Hovering around the tenth year of age Something bothered me in the hours wee A sweetness, an aroma, sweat Or was it the morning dew on grass That kept me awake Rolling on my smelly bed With a sweetness that blazed my glands I don't know, I can't tell But there was she My classmate With jasmine teeth A dance perched on her feet Bothering my budding masculinity I knew I wanted her I couldn't make out what for In a frenzy that engulfed me Like a forest fire then I wrote On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack Slit open like a bleeding heart What I felt, the first love letter In words that moved like ants All over me and my heart I handed it to her brother Two years younger In secret, behind the school toilet yonder Hoping it would reach and vanquish her But, there was the maths teacher Fondling his scorpion tail moustache Watching the goings-on Who intercepted the missive From the hands of the shivering brother I thought I was in for hell Punishment, beatings, no one can tell But nothing happened to my surprise Till at last I noticed The school headmistress at my fence In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend I was playing behind my house Rolling stones in the setting sun Like a forlorn Ulysses adorned in sweat Yet I knew I was their subject Days passed and Diwali came The Indian festival of lights It was time for the early morning bath Under the glistening stars My mom poured warm water over me from a tub And I misbehaved in a gleeful jump She cautioned and slapped me on my thigh With a fire unknown in her eyes "Idiot, have you begun Writing love letters at this age? " That was the first and last time She ever beat me A lovely mother was she And, often I wonder what happened To that passionate missive of mine Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds Over fences and thorns and profusely bled And withered in the sun and rain Decayed down the channels of time And I met her of late one of these days At a temple festival when I braved To tell her about my missive missed That perhaps could have changed our fate She laughed out in a guffaw An aging grandma of three And I could see at sixty-eight Her jasmines were still intact What more could a lover want When he has only a toothless smile In exchange, Oh, why do we age? Madathil Rajendran Nair Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain

Bri Edwards Comments

Valsa George 23 January 2016

What has happened to Bri Edwards. There is no news of him.......! He said he had some problems with his eyes. But is it so serious as to keep him from poem hunter for so long, I wonder! He is sorely missed........!

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Valsa George 30 June 2015

Bri is perhaps the most vibrant presence now on poem hunter. His humorous writings stand apart. I don't think any other poet here would venture to handle themes the way he does. Also I wonder if any one else is capable of writing in the same style. Sometimes his poems tend to be a little bawdy. Still there is a lot of wisdom in his humour. His comments on others' poems are lessons in Semantics, grammar and spelling. No mistake escapes his x-ray eyes! However his corrective lessons make us a little more cautious. I wish this 'young man' lots of luck and a fruitful poetic career!

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Mj Lemon 26 May 2015

Wisdom through humour....thanks so much for the epic, the great, the awesome poetry.

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Akhtar Jawad 10 March 2016

Someone Someone who might not be residing at the skies, as there are no skies, and one who lives somewhere inside us, may be our super ego, or our thinking with a mighty will power, I am sure is present in my friend and teacher, Bri Edwards, He will play his role, and He will protect and cure all the senses of my friend, a thinker, a guiding critic, and a poet as well, and overall a normal man, may not be an Angel, but not a Devil, too, he is just a wonderful man. I am sure he will survive with all his five senses, besides his amazing and fore sighting sixth sense. All the best for my dear teacher, Bri Edwards! Let us pray! Yes, I believe in prayers. we all are separated units, like electrons, protons and neutrons of an atom, still we are joined, and affect thinking of each other. I believe our prayers will affect the thinking of Bri Edwards, and his will power will give a new shine to the blue stars! Amen!

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BrI Edwards is a great guy and one of the most valuable assets to poem hunter. On behalf of all the poets on poem hunter Bri. Thanks for your amazing assistance! Much love and blessings to you. Keep up the great works! Howard

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Octavian Cocos 30 July 2021

Thank you for your comment! Have a nice day!

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Elena Plotkin 13 January 2021

Bri

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Elena Plotkin 13 January 2021

Ending a poem with a fart. Nice touch! Keep

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2020

3 - IF OTHER THINGS SEEM AT ALL STRANGE ABOUT MY LONGGGG PH 'BIO', IT MAY BE BECAUSE I AM " SOMEWHAT STRANGE" ...(IN SOME PEOPLES' MINDS) ...AND....: ..... *********** BECAUSE I SEE NO WAY TO EDIT MY LONG 'BIO' ON PH ********* : ( bri

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Bri Edwards 04 October 2020

2 - I ESPECIALLY WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW I STARTED MY USUALLY-MONTHLY SUBMISSIONS OF " SHOWCASES" .....(SOMETIMES REFERRED TO NOW AS " DISPLAYS" OR " LISTS" ;) .....OF PH POEMS.....(MOSTLY BY OTHER AUTHORS) ......WHICH I'VE ENJOYED ON PH AND SHARE EACH MONTH....(BARRING 'UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES') ....ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO, ....NOT THIS YEAR 2020, WHICH I REPORTED IN ERROR. HA HA! (CONT.)

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