Bri's May-June 2022 Showcase Of 4 P-H Poems.... [ Found By Searching For 'old', 'new', 'borrowed', And 'blue' ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Introductory poem:

This follows a 4-poem showcase for April-May; IT, you probably didn't see.....
.....unless you are one of the four commenters IT had; 1 of them was ME!
At least putting together such displays gives me more to DO...
besides threading a new shoelace...into my old left-side shoe.

And it keeps me out of Pickens, S.C.'s bars and hot bordellos,
....where country girls entertain some hot and sweaty fellows.

My mother encouraged me to increase my vocabulary in my youth.
I didn't, much, as some of you may know, but at least I'm not uncouth...
USUALLY.

To those few who find and read this showcase, congratulations!
Those leaving a comment shall bring to me desired jubilations.


bri

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Thanks to those poets from whom I BORROWED these poems on PH. I do not necessarily agree with sentiments which are expressed in these poems, ...but I don't necessarily disagree either! ! ;))))


The FEATURED POEMS:
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1 -

When We Grow Old (Two Old Friends)


Downtown they tour,
Seeing sights and surveying signs.
Hand in hand they each support the other.
These streets they know so well.
Years and yearnings,
Energy and earnings,
Have transformed the woodlands into a concrete jungle.

Young and strong they too have been.
Running among the woods happily they once have.
Less busy were the streets then.
Early to bed, early to rise was the practice then.
Good and bad days too they have embraced.

Watching it grow and gather crowd is all there is now.
Looking back at all that they've been through,
Pondering past pleasures and pains.
Wishing they could be young and strong again;
Race the fields,
Dance in the discotheques,
Chase butterfiles,
Pace about in the streets
Teasing young staring boys.

Here they are now;
Old and fragile.
Yet they tease; 'when we grow old.'
They have but almost completed
The full circumference of life's circle.
They will soon be there.
Dead and done.


Eric Zinbabora Batung

Monday, March 19,2012


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2 -

New Brushes, New Paints, New Colours


The artist had some money spare
And so, he bought again,
Not well-off, like some millionaire,
No fortune there and then...
Except, of course, a heart of gold
And hair of silver shine
And talent that must yet unfold,
A blessing quite divine...

When he got home, new brushes bought,
New paints to mix in time,
He praised God with his every thought,
For painting felt sublime...
To fashion forms from what was seen,
To tell some story, too,
With rainbow colours, red, blue, green,
Set forth by God to view...

By faith, beginning till the end,
By joy, beginning well,
The colours joining as a blend,
In harmony to gel...
It's what the artist loved the best,
The joy of genesis,
The hope in time his paintings blessed
Brought him eternal bliss...


Denis Martindale

October 2017.

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3 -

Borrowed Fantasy

I borrowed you
when night came into the room.
you and dark
lay over me,
like air, tangled
by rotation of thoughts.
they belonged
but you were stolen
into that moment.
while you slept far from me
I brought you to my bed
sliding comfort
beneath pillows whispering with need
that lingers in small whimpers.


Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Monday, February 20,2006

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4 -

Blue-Collar Man

Marching through the municipal park in the early night
A lamppost, stars, and the rising moon are my guiding light
Cognizant of the nocturnal street noises coming from town
Confident that before long, the madness will settle down

Spying young lovers under a majestic old oak tree
Lips and hands as busy as the proverbial worker bee
Autumn leaves and twigs crunch beneath me as I stroll
Making my way to my favorite local watering hole

A tall frosty mug or two tends to do me some good
More than that and I'm liable to be misunderstood
Then get my woman, go grab a burger, and off to bed
Tomorrow...back at it with the rest of the living dead

For I am what I am, a proud, blue-collar, working man
Hard at it; I pay my taxes, and also into my pension plan
All the while, our government whittles freedoms away
Long forgotten what was gained on Independence Day


Charles Hancock

Sunday, August 26,2012

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End of this showcase. Maybe there will be one another month? I've been doing this for years on PH.

Bri Edwards aka Brian Edward Whitaker (in 'the real world')

:)

Good day to YOU! ! !