Bri Edwards

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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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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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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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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Kanav Justa suggested I share my pizza with PoemHunter friends,
but I’ve found, when trying to send real pizza, my wife’s computer bends.
So you PoemHunter friends will have to settle for.... slices of my thoughts.
You’ll have to settle for “Poetic Pizza” Pieces my mind and pen have wrought.
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I saw a lonely cloud one day.
It looked small beyond the Bay.
I tried to find a second and failed,
even though I looked each way.
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Memory of Thanksgiving: Gravy with... mashed potatoes.
Sandwich of my Youth: Bacon and lettuce.... with tomatoes.
Jobs I've had: Nurses' aide, clerk, .... and truck driver.
Athletes I'll never be: Quarterback, boxer, and high diver.
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Though We're Now Apart


It rained, stopped, and rained again....here.
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Trees were my childhood friends (along with neighbor, Helen) .
Now trees, and other South Carolina plants, have me YELLIN'.
Oh, it may not be outloud-yelling; I keep some feelings inside,
But, my displeasure with some plants here, I'll not from you hide.
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"WHY" …she asks, "do we together now live? "
[[ My wife is/(was?)thinking of ‘leaving me'; IT is TRUE! ]]
To this, her question, what answer shall I now give?
It must be honest and believable ….when I am through.
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For October 2022, A Poem Showcase From Bri Edwards, To Share With You …..[ Includes Authors, Titles, Bri's Notes On Poems ]

Bri's introductory poem to the ‘showcase':
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From behind, I saw him steal food and drink.
His face was light brown; mine's more pink.
He crossed store's lot to a nearby yard.
‘I thought to myself: "Is his life so hard …
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Readers:

This is NOT a single poem written by me. It is a collection of poems, mostly by other poets. I have been putting together usually-monthly-showcases for years. This years' problems on P-H (which continue to a lesser degree) have caused me to miss several months and now I MAY have two smaller (than usual) showcases in the same month, as I did last month in June.
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Have you ever had this horrid ordeal:
listening to a learning-musician feel …
his or her way through a new selection, ]
striving every H O U R to reach music-perfection?
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It was my darling daughter's wedding day,
and, though NOT 'pure', she wore white.
She would have eloped if I'd had MY way;
I'd rather have been flying …. a damn kite.
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Little girl, do you feel many eyes watching you each day,
while, in sun or rain, outside you carry on ….at your play?
It's just me, your multi-eyed little pencil-case-spider-friend.
Remember when last year, on playground, me you did defend?
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Introductory poem:

I suppose on PH I'll not be allowed to include the word D ++ N,
but I just lost hours of thinking, typing, etc., and I'm 'in a jam'.
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Doc said: "Bri, your eye is diseased;
therefore it must ….soon come out."
I told her to do as she pleased.
"Ok, Doc, I won't cry or shout."
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I'll tell you a crime story that you've never heard,
But first you'll have to promise to not spread the word.
It started many years ago on the Massachusetts coast.
Most of those who know of it are now themselves ghosts.
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Bri Edwards Biography

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 poems to pick from for anyone foolish or bored enough to search out some of what i consider my 'better poems'. Of course they are ALL great (to my eyes) more or less. I keep hearing people are dying from 'Covid'. Well, I thought that was part of life: dying. We can't all go on living. I've not been vaccinated and have no plans to submit to it, esp. since my wife is VERY STRONGLY OPPOSED to it....and many other things in the world. bri :) p.s. i AIN'T going to proofread the above. =================================== EDITED MARCH 9TH,2021: i KNOW I'M NOT ALONE, AS A MEMBER FOR YEARS ON PH, IN SAYING SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAPPENED TO NEARLY-DESTROY PH FOR AT LEAST SOME OF US. BUT I'M SUSPICIOUS THAT SOME OTHER MEMBERS ARE HAVING A MORE SUCCESSFUL TIME WHEN THEY COME HERE. AMONG OTHER PROBLEMS ARE...... 'OFTEN' BEING UNABLE TO: 'SIGN IN' USE THE 'SEARCH ANYTHING' FEATURE COMMUNICATE WITH OTHER MEMBERS SEE WHO IS ONLINE (A FEATURE APPARENTLY DISCONTINUED IN DEC.2021) ETC. ETC. : ( AND FEATURES WHICH DO WORK, ARE NOT NEARLY AS CONVENIENT TO USE AS THEY USED TO BE. AH, WELL, SUCH IS LIFE: IT SOMETIMES SUCKS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! : ( HELLO TO ALL MY FRIENDS (IF ANY OF THEM EVER SEE THIS) . BRI ---------------------------------- About Me: [edited November 1,2014] [and edited some in 2017 and Feb.2020] [[ 2020: i seem to have two bios on PH and the other starts by saying i'm a Jokester; i use a lot of humor/humour, AND i sometimes " LIE" in messages to members, hoping they will always realize i am NOT meaning to be truthful. BUT i believe some members misunderstand my 'humor' lying and this can cause problems for them and ME! AND i feel some members, in turn, have begun to " lie" to me, such that i don't always know what to believe in THEIR messages to ME! ! ! : ]] Ok! it is now March 23,2017 and i am STILL ALIVE! Way to go, Bri! ! but....FLASH! my real name no lie is Brian Edward Whitaker, BUT if you use this information in a cruel or dishonest way, i shall hunt you down and tickle you mercilessly! especially if you are a broad! PH seems to leave the apostrophes out of my bio, so i have replaced them; maybe they will stick now? I think one of my high school English teachers gave me the only D I ever got on a postcard [gee, over a year after writing this bio i went to edit it and found that i wrote postcard instead of the correct word s: 'report card'; i guess that is what happens to a retired U.S.postal worker! ] Proofreading does make a difference! That was my LOW mark! Just so ya know, ya know? But who's counting? I was a conscientious objector during the Vietnam conflict/war after i quit college my senior year. Ive been a delivery truck driver, a day laborer, a hospital aide, an operating room technician, and last, but not least, a USPS window clerk, now retired. PLEASE buy stamps etc. I have one child and have been a good husband................four times. Yikes! I enjoy birdwatching, walking, talking, being a pain to my wife not really, and writing poetry. Most of my poems have been written since I retired in 2004. PoemHunter is great! not perfect, but who/what is? i have moved to near eureka california. i am still married! i have become a grandfather, though i don't consider it a big deal. a friend recently asked if a poem i had sent to her was pentameter. hmm? i looked it up. something to do with arrangements of words in poetry. i told her i usually just write what sounds good to me. hopefully some of it sounds good to the readers! in my list of poems i give, for each poem, a title, and i follow the title with some clues [in brackets] about the poem's content and length. at least that is how my more recently-submitted poems are listed. this is to aid readers in picking something they might enjoy, or at least not hate. in most of my poems i try to be funny, at least a little bit! i also have very serious poems. some are VERY long but not TOO long, and those sometimes deal with serious subjects of human behavior/ behaviour for some of my overseas friends and experiences. they may take ten minutes or more to read? , but hopefully some will read and enjoy them. i almost always use rhymes. maybe that will make up for my lack of seriousness, romanticism, and attention to confining-patterns such as in pentameters! . i will be challenged if anyone would like to suggest a topic or title for a poem. i wrote one for an ex-wife's boyfriend once a valentines day poem; i did have to ask her to tell me something about their relationship/him, in order to write something personalized and somewhat truthful. feel free to ask. my PH fried, Brian Johnston, has been running a monthly for a few months so far poetry writing contest 'Challenge' in which he challenges all members to submit a poem using a title he has chosen. he makes up a 'poem title' referring to the month and year and the word 'Challenge'. [[ Feb.2020: B. Johnston quit doing " Challenges" and i took over, and within a year or so i changed the name of the usually-monthly event to " Showcase" , changing it to a display of poems i've enjoyed on PH and no longer making it a contest nor requiring a special title or subject for displayed poems. A few months ago, i again changed to calling the events " Lists" , usually just giving author names and titles of poems.]] i also have a habit at times of correcting or suggesting or questioning poets in my comments about their poem s. most poets on PH have accepted this without complaint. [maybe they HAD a complaint, but they did not tell ME.] some have even thanked me! a few have requested that i send less-than-flattering comments to them directly as messages so other readers will not see them. fine with me, if i am asked to do that and remember. i am NOT a man of few words, as you may be able to assume by the length of this. please feel free to suggest i read one a particular one of YOUR poems. i will try to accommodate you, but please proofread the poem at LEAST once first, and don't feel i'm being mean if i don't praise it. some of my poems deal in part at least with my feeling that i have lived long enough 66 years and am ready to go to the next step, which to me is dirt. i am an agnostic/atheist which also shows up in some of my poems. the photo of me on PH is really me and, yes, i am eating pizza, a rare treat for me. have a nice time on PoemHunter! bri: i just reread the instructions for what to write here......in my bio. it says write down a brief note, but it also says there are no limitations for this text, SO i guess i haven't broken the rules with my wordiness! - - - - - - - - - - - - - some suggested SHORT POEMS by me: [Humor] Speak To Me, Moon..... [Speaking To The Moon; Fantasy; Humor; Very SHORT] 3/28/2014 A Father's Toast At His Gay Son's Wedding Reception..... [Same-sex marriage; Humour/HUMOR; Johnny Cash song/Sheldon Silverstein poem; SHORT] Won't You Be My Poemhunter-Valentine? ? ...... [my silly VERY SHORT valentine wish] 2/12/2014 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - some suggested MEDIUM POEMS by me: Mary's Pet....[Humor; Human nature; Pets; Scary? ; Grade school] 11/21/2012 Bye-bye Jimmy.....[Nature observations; Death; Personal] 10/29/2012 Holes I've Known....... [Holes, of course! ; HUMOR/humour; MEDIUM length] 6/17/2014 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - some suggested LONG POEMS by me: [Jake's] Christmas Eve.....[Exploration; Food Gathering; Fatherhood; Santa; Rat; LONG; Humor] 12/15/2012 '6 Foot 3'......[LONG; Scary; Gross; Murder] 11/18/2012 When The Carousel Animals Got Loose.....[LONG; Humor; Fantasy; Adventure] 8/9/2012 Creation maybe not what you think......[Girl-to-woman; Baby-making; LONG; Relationships] 12/15/2012 Finding Oneself......... [EXTREMELY LONG; Growing Up; Relationships; Humour/Humor] reviewed 12/1/2012 bri:)

The Best Poem Of Bri Edwards

My English Sucks …..[english ('poor') : Almost Medium Length; Education And Life; Ph- Inspired]

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.'

Was same in bilogy, math, jografy all that stuff.
I done did my best and guess my best were enough.
I did done grate at ball games and in trak run the mile.
I was a THREEletter man and made them girls smile.

I got payed for pumpin gas an turned 18 served my Nation.
For 'Bravry Under Fire' in the NAM I were town sensation.
Back home, all tired, I done gone back to the gas station …..
and worked evry week I culd with no vacasion.

One thing lurned what done good for me was fixin cars.
I worked with shirt of to show of my many NAM scars.
A day done come I met a girl from my dreams.
We got now three kids and life is good it seams.

I think my English done even proved a litle bit ….
but if it don't I don't' mind cuz I is happy an don't give no shit.

(August 29,2014)

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Please read my 2018 addition to my Poet's Notes. There is a sequel to the poem you just read. :) bri

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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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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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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Nika Mcguin 24 February 2014

One of the funniest poets I've ever read! I always look forward to his poems to brighten up my day. ~Nika

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Dr Dillip K Swain 11 September 2022

It's great to hear from you about your sweet physician daughter at Pennsylvania. You have discovered a beautiful woman and both of you have invented a wonderful daughter. Sounds great. God bless you and your beloved family.

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

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.

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

PoemHunter took a nosedive about two years ago, but has rebounded some since then, THANK GOODNESS. Some former members have fled for other sites. Thankfully, some of the oldtimers have hung around, some, I think, because we are not asked to pay to use this site. But, if asked, I just MIGHT pay. Yes, it's been said one cannot sqeeze water out of a stone, but maybe....? Some members I believe have died since PH's changes first went into effect, BUT I don't blame PH for THAT, ....though the changes were a really big shock. I'm still adjusting. Yes, there were some horrible changes made on this SITE, enough to make me drive off into the NIGHT, except I don't have a car, so I wouldn't get far!

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