Section B In September 2016 …a Showcase For P H Poets …. [to Each Her/His Own; Time: Its Limitations; Personal Preference; Giving And Receiving; Usually-Monthly Display] Poem by Bri Edwards

[[I REPEAT: Section B In September 2016 …a Showcase For P H Poets …. [to Each Her/His Own; Time: It's Limitations; Personal Preference; Giving And Receiving; Usually-Monthly Display]..............I, Bri, just noticed, on September 22, that I made one of the common errors of using 'It's' when I should have used 'Its' in the extended title of this Section B poem! ! ! ! ...........did no one else notice! ? ? I'll change it now. ha ha.]]


Are the poems included here the 'Very Best'?
I know of no way, such a theory, ever to test.
Some ‘works' you may like, some you may …..NOT.
Some I may enjoy immensely [they really 'hit the spot'].
Others are 'just OK' for me, but, THEM, you may love,
as I do DISbelieve, but YOU may BElieve …..in 'God above'!

In my mind there is some speculation about my time …..spent ….
on these showcases to which some of my ‘friends' have …..sent ……
poems I assume they wish to share with you Readers.
[Some of my friends are really amazing poem-breeders! ]

Now, I never promise that any of those bred will be read,
(when used by me in these monthly writing displays) ,
except by 'yours truly', and maybe Savita and Annette,
BUT, as like with me, your sharing will help fill your days!

August's showcase is shaping up very well I will add;
the response by writers and a ‘few' readers makes me ….glad ……
….that I am still providing this showcased poem affair,
where all who are willing can their offerings share!

I'll wait a week more or so to see if I get any more ….
so, if you're contemplating sharing, get off the darn floor,
and Proofread and Copy-and-Paste to me; it would be ….nice …..
to share some more poets'-thoughts OR lives, if only a …..slice.

(August 18,2016)
Bri :)


********* i am making a MAJOR CHANGE in SEPTEMBER's showcase presentation. i shall use the first poem submitted by each of the first 15 contributors to fill a SECTION A.

for second poems of contributors in SEPTEMBER, plus any first poems received after SECTION A is 'FULL' of 15 poems, i will have a SECTION B, on a fresh sheet of computer space on my PH site.
so there most likely will be two SEPTEMBER showcases listed in my PH list of my poems, with one title ONLY DIFFERING from the other because one will have 'A' and one will be 'B' in my poem's title. i hope this is clear to all of you! ! !


IF 15 poets do not submit poems by, let's say the third week in September, i shall close the Section A and put any more poems submitted into Section B, up to fifteen (15) poems, including 'late-arrival first poems' and any 'second poems'. confusing? i hope not, because i don't want to try to explain it again! :) :)

with two (2) sections, i hope to make it more convenient for (especially) dedicated submitters, and readers, and ME to 'use' the showcase. i hope i am correct. i was prompted to do this by one of my 'good PH friends'. thanks. feel free to tell me if you like the new way or not.
====================================================

Section B's poets and titles: [*******THIS SECTION IS THE SECOND OF TWO (so far) sections for September 2016. it will only contain SECOND SUBMISSIONS of poets AND/OR first submissions submitted AFTER
Section A is fulled with 15 FIRST SUBMISSIONS.


THE POETS AND THE TITLES: [listed in chronological order as they were received, from first to last]:

1 - Elisabeth Anne Wingle (second poem)

Once A Day

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
2 - Bharati Nayak (second poem)

Moments Of Collision

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
3 - Beach Girl (second poem)

Without Him

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
4 - Daniel Brick (first poem)

IN EARLY APRIL

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
5 - Kim Barney (second poem)

Old Bob

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
6 - Bri Edwards (second poem)

The Rape(s) That Didn't Go As Planned......[very Long; Lust; Humor; Drama]

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Bri's note: I only put in this showcase the early portion of my
poem.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
7 - Is It Poetry (first poem)

......... So Rash And Fresh A Grave

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
8 - Della Perry (second poem)

Lost Childhood

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

9 - Ging Taping (first poem)

Vase

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
10 - John Westlake (first poem)

347. Am Going Camping This Weekend

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
11 -? ?

?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
=========================================================

THE POEMS [in Section B]:


[listed in REVERSE chronological order, with the first-received at the bottom of the list & the last received at the top of the list]


[see also Section A which is a 'different title listed' in my list of PH poems]

ETC.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
10 - by John Westlake


347. Am Going Camping This Weekend

Am going camping this weekend
in the woods just by the river
just me alone and no one else
unless you want to join me

Have all the things I require
am leaving my phone behind
don't need the distraction of calls and texts
while I take time to relax

Will take my binoculars with me
hopefully I will spot an owl
maybe run across a few deer
observing them from afar
careful not to disturb them

Might try my hand at fishing
am sure it's easy enough
watching the water flowing past
while enjoying the sounds of the coots

Every night I will sing by the fire
as I cook my evening meal
won't be anyone around for miles
so no one will know if I forget the words

Am going camping this weekend
in the woods just by the river
just me alone and no one else
unless you wish to join me
and then it will be just us two


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
9 - by Ging Taping


Vase

I love collecting vase,
either it is made of clay,
crystal or wood base.
It comes in different sizes and shapes,
long, short, petite, large and small.
In different colors and shades.
' I like more in blue it's cool.'

Vase might be found in the corner of the house.
Some maybe simple but elegant.
Some looks classy and posh.


Time passes by,
we can't deny.
We grow old.
Soon we're history to be told,
next generation will be unfold.
But the VASE standing still in the corner.
Waiting for someone to fill in with flower.

Time aged the perfection.
Turned into a beautiful creation.
No matter what the world may lay.
VASE now an antique sinewy.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
8 - by Della Perry


Lost Childhood
Locked in the attic
Sat in the dark
While other's voices
Are heard in the park.

Knees by the chest
Huddled up tight
Tears on the face
Frozen in fright.

No-one is searching
They think she is dead
The forgotten child
Lives a life of dread.

Sometimes he comes
The Demon in flesh
He twiddles his thumbs
She wished he was dead.

She sits in the dark
Locked up tight
Her soul has been pillaged
She's lost all the fight.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
7 - by Is It Poetry


......... So Rash And Fresh A Grave


So rash and fresh a grave;
and by this salute from immortality,
that view's my day's twilight.
And thou amnesty, one ear it pours,
around my night's, good light.
And lead that back one turn, upon this day.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
6 - by Bri Edwards

[WARNING: This poem deals with sex, and abuse, but in a unique way. I am only giving you the early part of the poem. If you survive this much, you can find the rest on the poem's page on PoemHunter. Only two males have left comments in four years; no women.]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The Rape(s) That Didn't Go As Planned......[very Long; Lust; Humor; Drama]

When I was 22 I met a girl,17, who was very slim and pretty.
She was kind of shy and had bad breath, but once she let me touch one titty.
Except for the bad breath and shyness she was my dream girl, I swear.
In fact from that day, when I dreamt, I dreamt of her (in underwear) .

One Sunday eve I drove her quite a distance, to a place in the dark;
it was a seldom-used but well-kept San Mateo County park.
I thought ahead about my plan as we hiked on down a trail.
I had plenty of beer and a blanket. I knew my plan would not fail.

We spread out our blanket on a soft secluded patch of beach.
We each opened a can of beer and kept the rest within our reach.
I was already quite aroused but I kept it in my pants.
After 2 or 3 more beers each, we both got up to dance.

Back on the blanket once more, I decided I had waited long enough;
it was now or NEVER!
My plan was calculated, because I am so very clever.

When she was daydreaming I pulled out some gauze, and a vial of chloroform.
(The stars were out, the moon shown brightly, the sea was calm, and the evening warm.)
Then I quickly poured some liquid on the gauze and clamped it to her face.
But I only used a little bit as I did not wish to have a murder now take place.

When she was limp, I pulled my pants off (but kept shoes on) , and lowered my 'boxer shorts' a little.
I took a quick peek at her tits and then exposed her middle.
I got on her then and knew she could NOT be shy NOW.
I was pumping her good and hard, like I'd seen a bull do to a cow.
[Of course I put my swollen member in a latex condom first,
not wanting to spread disease or impregnate. Which would be worse? ]

[continued on the poem's page]

(2012)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Bri's comment: PH friend and showcase contributor, Annette Aitken,
left a very thoughtful comment on Section B's page, about this 'rape' poem. I now shall leave a response on the poem's page for her, which I also just sent to her in a PH 'message'. THANKS, Annette. bri :)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
5 - by Kim Barney


Old Bob

Hardly a man is still alive
Who's reached the age of ninety-five.
Old Bob did, and to celebrate
He went to a hotel, first-rate.
In the restaurant he did dine
And with his meal he had fine wine.
Then to his room to sleep he went
Without knowing his friends had sent
A call girl there as a surprise;
Old Bob could not believe his eyes.
Poor girl thought him a nincompoop,
Not subject to her hex.
When she said 'I'll give you super sex, '
He said, 'I'll take the soup.'

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
4 - by Daniel Brick


IN EARLY APRIL

We had kept all of our promises, some
as old as the child dancing
between us on our walk, others as fresh
as the dew still clinging to the grass.
With my right hand I pointed to yellow
chimney smoke floating freely high
above the treeline at the lake shore.
My left hand explored the middle space,
just above the child's head, seeking
your right hand, swaying like a censer
which sprays lilac scent into Sunday's air.
Our hands clasped, and your touch was
soft like lilac breath. We went forward
to hear bells chiming across the water,
the boy skipping ahead, squealing with delight,
while we felt a quieter delight unfold and swell:
we recognized in a single thought,
this is how easy falling in love can be.

We passed the half-way bend in the path,
other walkers briefly crowding the path
with baby carriages, dogs on leashes,
even a monkey in a red cap hand in hand
with his owner. I smiled as you nodded,
over the child's head, toward a huge funnel
of clouds rising slowly into a pale blue sky.
And it seemed to drag the day along
with it, as if a summons from Heaven had
actually fallen to Earth after all these decades
of silence. Oh, the promise that was fulfilled
at that moment fell into its destined place!
Your right hand holding my left hand, the child
chattering between us, the lilac-sweet air
tumbling between us, and deep down, where
heart and soul are neighbors, we were dizzy
with the yellow joy of early April.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
3 - by Beach Girl


Without Him

Breathe in
Breathe out
Lost my heart
To a friend

Close my eyes
Open them
He's not here
He's never been

Rain falls
Sun shines
Tears flow
The heart sighs

Sun rises
Night falls
Another day
Without him

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
2 - by Bharati Nayak


Moments Of Collision

We were crossing
On the door way
A screen was hanging
I had not seen you
Nor you me
And we collided
You exclaimed
Oh my God
What a lovely morning! !

Moments of collision
Come to life
Our knowing, not knowing
Matter not
They come
And define our course
Many bring lovely things
Many fill with anguish
The flowers and thorns
Come
Defining our moments
Scattering our path
Life is never straight
It is always a zigzag.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
1 - by Elisabeth Anne Wingle


Once A Day

A simple gesture is all I need,
once a day
A secret look, a loving glance,
Eyes that swell with pride
Once a day.
A smile meant for me alone
Accompanied by a wink
Once a day
Gently touch my hair, my face
Or take my hands in yours
Once a day
Let me feel the love I know is there
A simple gesture is all I need once day


(4-20-86)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


The End

Thank you, the poem-givers and the poem-readers.

Come again.


:) bri

Bri Edwards