Bri's November 2021's First Showcase Of P-H Poems From Various Poets On P-H....[ Sharing; Poets; Poems ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Introductory Poem:


In My Housemate's Absence

I've lots of time now to form a 'showcase', so I had better not wait.
Yes, our laptop is available right now & I think that I mustn't hesitate.
Some of the following poems I share are old, just like Bri. That's me.
Some are from the living, some from the dead, but here all are FREE!

I doubt that many will even look at this, my usually monthly display.
But at least this keeps me occupied and, for now, out of people's way.
My attempt to share takes some work by me; it never has been easy.
In fact, more recently, circumstances have nearly made me queasy.

The poems (thank you, poets) are copied as they appear to me here.
I've made a few comments on some, but changed not one; don't fear! ! !
Feel free to leave comments, and send messages telling me that you did.
If I don't get messages, your comments often, to me, will be well hid.


(October 31st,2021)

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The Lone Ranger And Werewolves

When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.
When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets.
He also uses silver bullets to stop outlaws from committing crimes.
But he uses those bullets to kill werewolves the majority of the time.
A werewolf smashed his way into an innocent man's house.
He tore him to pieces and was also going to kill his spouse.
The Lone Ranger saved her by putting a silver bullet right between the werewolf's eyes.
Whenever he encounters werewolves, he defeats them, each and every one of them dies.
A werewolf was about to attack Tonto and he would've ripped him apart.
But the Lone Ranger killed the werewolf by shooting him through the heart.

Silver was the Lone Ranger's horse until a werewolf ate him and he was also going to eat Scout.
But the Lone Ranger woke up in time to save Tonto's horse and he blew the werewolf's brains out.
Whenever a werewolf tangles with the Lone Ranger, his life comes to an end.
When the moon is full, the Lone Ranger kills werewolves with silver bullets and he always wins.

Randy Johnson
Saturday, October 30,2021

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The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow - A Halloween Limerick

There once was a fellow named Crane
With a fear of ghosts in his brain.
The man with no head
Filled him with dread
But was that poor Ichabod slain?

Or rather, did Crane in his fright
Turn tail, run, and take flight?
One never knows
How that story goes

Was Crane out of mind, out of sight?

Randy Imwalle
Saturday, October 19,2013

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Before The Dawn

Before dawn wind rushes
driving night's chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
Facing east I fight
cold's piercing urge to wince,
and huddled await morn's blush.
No wind or cold may dissuade
my eyes from pending purchase
of that precious brief pink palette,

clouds trimmed in rosy piping
which dress the sky at dawn.

Mary Havran
Wednesday, December 26,2007

Bri's Note: I'd change the first word to 'As'. And I believe 'purchase' refers to obtaining a view of the pink clouds.

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I Saw You Often

I saw you often with your head bowed low,
As if in sorrow from some awful wound,
Inflicted long ago.
And even when you smiled
Residual sadness lingered in your eyes,
As though you carried blame
For a loved one's harm,
Caused by another.
Unjust burden which I wished you shared.
I should have asked, if I'd dared.

It's now too late as we are far apart.
Yet I keep your warmth and sadness in my heart.

Tom Billsborough
Tuesday, March 1,2016

Bri's Note: I was told Tom died in 2021. I hope our loss is his gain. :)
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A Mental Abyss

There is no measurement for the depth of grief
That one endures to watch the decline
Of a loved one, watching her slip into
That quicksand of dementia.
Day after day, deeper and deeper down
That person sinks into that vacuous
Sinkhole of darkness and, I am helpless
In my ability to rescue her.
I stand on the perimeter of that
Mental quagmire reaching for her hand she,

Though I am her husband, declines afraid
To take the hand of a stranger. In my
Denial, I see some hope for there are days
That she is cognizant, or so it seems.
Then, she slides deeper into that yawning,
Cavernous, bottomless, abyss of night
Wherein she disappears.

Lynn W. Petty
Friday, June 2,2017

Bri's Note: I believe Lynn also has 'left' us. He was old; perhaps death claimed him? Thanks, Lynn. :)
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Guess What!

I'm sitting me down here
Trying to write what to share
I'm thinking of something
But I don't know about what yet
Still, you bet, I'm thinking about it
And when I get it, I will write it

It will come, in fact, that I know
Still what it is, I know not yet
It maybe a poem or it may be a story

Yet at this point it seems gloomy
I need to enhance my thinking
In order to move away the gloom

And give my views room to bloom
Then once my writing is done
All readers may share the fun
As they read what I was thinking
Even though I didn't really know
What I was thinking of writing


It's only at the finish I know
With understanding, what it is
For guess what, it's a poem
Appears out of the gloom,
Here it is ready to bloom
Guess what! it was fun!


All rights reserved.

Clarence Prince
Monday, April 24,2017

Bri's Note: Alas, I believe C.P. is another who did 'pass'. Or maybe he's just made a move? A few typos here I believe, but...........good enough. Ha ha.

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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye
Monday, February 2,2015

Bri's Note: Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004) was an American poet.
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Bri Interviews Ms. Covid 19 …..[ Health; News Reporting; Medium Length; Truth Or Fiction? ]

BRI: 'Thank you, Ms. Virus, for agreeing to this interview.
My TV audience would like answers coming from YOU.
May I call you just 'Covid'? I hope you don't mind.'
VIRUS: 'Bri, you may, and I hope, what you seek, you'll now find.'

BRI: 'It's been nearly one year that you've been in the news.
The viewers at home are anxious to hear now your views.
Many here and around the world fear getting sick.
They 'social distance' and, on their faces, masks, they do stick.'
BRI: 'Scientists seek to neutralize, if not eradicate, YOU.
Tell us now, Covid, about THAT. What is YOUR view? '

VIRUS: 'I hope this scare ends soon. I'd rather NOT die.
I've overheard some people say the scare is a LIE.
Some say it's a plan to control all of Mankind,
that the virus-vaccination will control one's mind.'

BRI: 'Covid, what does ‘control one's mind' mean? Controlled by WHOM? '

COVID: 'Some say a group of 'the Powerful & Wealthy' …
plan to blame ME, ….for making people unhealthy! !
This ‘group' hopes people will willingly submit to a shot;
others will be 'forced' to submit. 'Others' could be a LOT! '

Bri: 'Covid, time is now ended for this interview.'

[ Bri now faces a TV camera. ]

BRI: 'I hope all works out better for ALL. Really I do.'

Bri Edwards
Monday, January 4,2021



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