September 2018 Showcase Of Poems …[ This Month Featuring Poem Hunter Poems ‘ From Poets Of " The Indian Subcontinent " ‘; Rather Long (As Usual) : Enjoy! ] Poem by Bri Edwards

My PH friends and other members:

Unfortunately PH 'chooses' to SOMETIMES make it impossible [FOR ME AT LEAST] to submit a poem comment to show up on a poem's page. BUT Bri has some tricks up his (my)sleeve to pass along to you all:

1- if you find no 'Submit' button to click on, OR you are told you need to enter a name, as the sender of a comment, .......BUT NO LINE IS FOUND BY YOU on which to type your name....YOU PROBABLY CAN COPY AND PASTE YOUR COMMENT.... [[even one OVER 300 CHARACTERS (YAY!)]].... DIRECTLY TO THE POET VIA A PH MESSAGE.

2- AND if sending your comment via a message is not satisfying enough: SEND A MESSAGE TO THE POET FIRST..... if you find no line on which to type your name when PH asks for a name......[[which PH does NOT ALWAYS ASK FOR! ! ]]

i 'STUMBLED onto' this solution! Your MESSAGE NEED NOT SAY ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR! ! ! BUT AFTER I'VE SENT A MESSAGE TO THE POET, I HAVE RETURNED TO THE POEM PAGE AND HAD NO REQUEST FOR TYPING MY NAME ONTO A 'nonexistent line' above the comment area. i have been able to proceed & SUCCEED in sending one or more comments on a poem, as should be the case!

very strange! ! ! ! BUT TRUE! ! ! Now the showcase:


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THE September 2018 SHOWCASE "poem", and Bri's Poet's Notes (from the poem's/showcase's page)

Bri's Introductory poem:

The "Indian Subcontinent" [ I. S. ] countries are so far away from ME.
"Politically" they're Bangladesh, Bhutan, Maldives, Nepal, and THREE …
more: India, Sri Lanka, and the once-divided country of Pakistan.
[Its mighty Ganges River forms the world's largest river delta fan.]


Himalayas to North, Hindu Kush to N. West, Arakan Mountains to N. East!
And …..water to East, South, and West.[ I'll say it was once "a British-Feast"! ]
But this month my showcase is NOT about spices, gems, OR even cotton,
OR how its people were treated by traders and soldiers; some would say "ROTTEN".

INSTEAD I've gathered, from some 'area poets', poems; I think all from MyPoemList.
Most are by male poets, and some poets have more than one here.So I've missed …....
lots of poets who deserve an appearance and perhaps later I'll have a second showing,
especially of poems of female I.S. poets.Towards me, please make no monsoon BLOWING! !

(August ….19th ….2018)

P.S.Yes, I DID do some "Googling" while preparing the introductory poem!:)


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For the most part, I've selected poems from MyPoemList [my list of "favorite poems from PH poets].Rarely, now, a poet 'offers' me a poem to consider for use in a showcase, and I DO appreciate that, AND I DO consider any poem sent to me, but the decision to use is MINE. ha ha! There is no admission fee for poems used, for reading poems, OR for leaving comments ('good' OR 'bad') .

I copy the poems from the poems' pages on PH. I do NOT EDIT what I find on PH.....[I used to edit sometimes; I've been producing showcases for a few years]....., but I sometimes suggest ahead of time (to a poet) that s/he make a change e.g. correct a typo. In the showcase I also sometimes include some or all of the Poet's Notes from a poem's page. I also sometimes leave a "Bri's Notes" about the poet or a poem. I have LOTS OF LAWYERS, so try to keep the lawsuits at a minimum! ! Thanks. Prior to placing a poem in a showcase, I usually remember to leave a recent poem comment on each poem's page, telling of my intention to use the poem.

:)bri

Thanks! ! ! to all poets and readers.

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THE LIST OF THE POETS' NAMES & THEIR POEMS' TITLES,

...[[followed farther down this 'page' by a second list containing the TITLES, AUTHOR NAMES, AND COMPLETE TEXTS OF THE POEMS, ....in no particular order, except that the 'letter', e.g. a, b, c, d, etc. of each item on the first list corresponds to the 'letter' of the same item in the second list. Understand? Well, just read on, whether you understand or not! ha ha.]]:


a - Khairul Ahsan: To A Selfless Hero
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b - Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon: Poetry 2 - Beautiful Poetess
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c - Tiku akp: Head And Tail
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d - Saroj K Padhi: White Herons
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e - abhimanyu kumar.s: I Want To Write You
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f - Akhtar Jawad: Moonlight Of My House-Chandni
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g - Dilip Mohapatra: Evolution
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h - Khairul Ahsan: Thoughts Spun Around A Nest

[[Bri's Notes:
Yes, I know this is a second poem in this showcase by K.A.
I can do what I want to here, though maybe nowhere else.ha ha! ]]
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i - Tiku akp: Here I'M Alone

[[Bri's Notes:
And, yes, another by Tiku akp! ]]
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j - Kanav Justa: Bribed By Death
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k - Xelam Kan: Tooty Fruity Booty

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THAT'S LIST #1!


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THE LIST OF TITLES, AUTHORS' NAMES, AND THE TEXTS OF EACH POEM:


a - To A Selfless Hero! - Poem by Khairul Ahsan


To A Selfless Hero!

You were not called for your service,
As you were already retired
From Thai Navy;
But your conscience,
Your love for children and humanity
Sent you to Tham Luang Nang Non Cave,
At the base of a mountain locally called
‘The Sleeping Princess'.

You made sure that the soccer boys and their coach
Had enough oxygen to come back;
You placed oxygen tanks along the route of their return,
But alas! Your own tank got depleted while on duty.
You being unaware, unconcerned about yourself,
Quietly "ran out of air"!

All of them returned home safe, but you.
You set an example of supreme sacrifice
For the love of humanity,
In the service of mankind.

My salute to you, Petty Officer Saman Kunam! May you rest in peace in heaven!


Dhaka
11 July 2018
Copyright Reserved
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Poet's Notes:
This is former Petty Officer First Class, Saman Kunam,38 years old, former diver with the Thai Navy who died on 06 July 2018, returning from the Tham Luang Nang Non cave where the "Wild Boar" youth soccer team and its 25-year-old coach were trapped.

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b - Poetry 2 - Beautiful Poetess - Poem by Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon


Poetry 2 - Beautiful Poetess

Beneath the shade of
Banyan tree,
Behind the store of
Best sellers,
Bowled over by
Beckoning words,
Beaming verses,
Burbling poetry - A
Beautiful poetess sits with
Burning zeal -Is she a
Bibliophile or a "poet-o-phile"?

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c - Head And Tail - Poem by Tiku akp


Head And Tail

That was the night,
Stars were all happy and
Engaged in soft dances,
Moon was turning sides
To gleam bright when you
Came stealthily from behind,
And whispered into my ears
The song of love we used
To sing with the stream;
I placed my head on your lap
And you were playing with
My hair-deep and black;
Till the dawn appeared in east,
Behind the hills; birds cautioned us
With shaking of feathers and
Unruly chirps; you rushed away
Afraid of getting traced putting
A bunch kisses on my forehead.

This is the night,
I wish stars should fall and
Turn to ash in the air;
The stream should return
To the point of its birth;
Birds should remain in nests
And should not hop in mirth;
For you are sleeping peacefully,
Shedding inhibition and shame,
On his lap in the garden of
Pruned creepers and exquisite flowers;
I am where I was.
You are where you should not be.

@ Tiku 26/04/2015

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d - White Herons - Poem by Saroj K Padhi


White Herons

These white herons brooding near me
want to say something
as they retract their long bills,
meditate for a while
look up to the cloudy sky
with no desire now to fly
as their feet on green grass
get soaked in rain
the butterflies drunk enough descend
from long lip-locks with flowers
to swirl across their faces for sometime
and not to come back to me again.

These herons with peace in their plumes
surrounded by butterflies of many hues
transport me into joys
that at the heart of Nature lie
offering vision of God
beauty and bliss
for which human hearts always sigh!

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e - I Want To Write You - Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s


I Want To Write You

It is because, I know
You and I know now.
I want to write you
Till I am alive.

My lady love!
It is because,
I have no time to live,
In the midst of others.

It is because,
Before I grow too old.
Before I turn into ashes,
I want to write in you,
The pages of my love,
The emotions of my blood,
Which is so inseparable,
So much irresistible.

Oh! My lady of life,
If only I could write,
I would write my life for you.

Dedicated to the one whom I want to write my life.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 14/07/2018

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f - Moonlight Of My House-Chandni - Poem by Akhtar Jawad


Moonlight Of My House-Chandni

When someone says,
You will have to do it,
Do it for me,
No excuses,
No arguments,
What ever may be cost,
What ever may be time,
Too hot may be sun,
You will have to run,
And bring it for me,
I know it's too hot,
The sun is hostile,
And the shop is too far,
My desire at extreme,
I need ice cream.
She appears so lovely,
Who else she can be,
Except Chandni,
My youngest grand daughter,
Moon light of my house.

When someone is possessive,
My love for her,
Is squared several times,
I know it's a weakness.

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Poet's Notes:
My weakness.

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g - Evolution - Poem by Dilip Mohapatra


Evolution

The Euryklides' stomachs rumbled
and the encrypted voices of the unliving
rose to the larynx of the oracles
foretelling the calamities to come.

And then I was born
in my diminutive form to sit on your lap
and engage in a monologue
disguised as a dialogue with you
and I change my form
from Coster Joe to Sailor Jim
and then to Venky Monkey
while you make me say
whatever you want to say
you make me sing in a piercing falsetto
your fingers make my head turn
and make my glass eyes flutter
and as the crowd cheers and claps
you take the bow
leaving my limbs limp
and my head tilted to one side.

How times have moved
and our clan has multiplied into millions
and in our digital dummy avatars
we still have no voice of our own
and sometimes no face either
yet we wield the dagger
that you had put in our hands
to stab behind backs of
the unsuspecting
and to poison the world with
the venom of vanity
and the toxin of misinformation.

Move aside
we no longer are your sidekicks
and as you evolve
from Homo sapiens to Humanoids
you become one amongst us
your voice no longer controlling ours
for we have secretly stolen your soul
when you were looking the other way
and it's time
we take over.

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Bri's Notes:
I had 'trouble' with this one.I HAD TO do some
'Googling' to find out what some of the words
referred to! Its PH 'topic' is "satire"; this may
also have caused me to be unsure of the meaning(s)
as I read the poem.But it is certainly 'worthy'
of an appearance here! [I'm still "unsure"! ha ha! ]

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h - Thoughts Spun Around A Nest - Poem by Khairul Ahsan


Thoughts Spun Around A Nest

A crow is not the cutest thing to see,
It hardly holds any fascination for me.
Still I despise it not from my heart,
As I find it clever, alert and smart.

Just the other day I saw one of them,
In search of dried leaves as it came,
To my backyard's line of shedding trees,
And pulled out yarns from dried out twigs.

It was in a haste to build up a nest,
So it was busy all day without rest,
To collect dried leaves and grass strands
Flying here and there, in short errands.

As I saw the crow's efforts to build a nest,
I imagined activities it would do the next.
Mating with its spouse and laying of eggs,
Hatching on and on until the shell breaks.

Building a home is a scene that pleases me,
A home is the safest place one can ever be.
It starts with two, then three, four and so on,
Again back to two, when the children are gone.


Dhaka
10 September 2013
Copyright reserved.

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Poet's Notes:
Life is a circle! The poem was written looking at
and thinking about my own nest.

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i - Here I'M Alone - Poem by Tiku akp


Here I'M Alone

I don't know why I like to talk with you
In your language
Why I can't withdraw my fingers from the keys
Till I finished the page

Why do I always fall prey to your childlike charm
And believe your words
When I see you staring at me from inside the glass
My thoughts collapse as a tower of cards

The scratch you left on the surface of my heart
Has grown wide to touch the mind
Your lies and betrayal still haunt me like ghosts
Though much I try to leave them behind

Your questions have no answers with me
And you ask them so often
I tried and failed to come out from web of love
That around me you have spun

Know I well I won't ever get you, and your love
Is not in my fate
You better find love with someone who stays near you
Before it would be too late

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Bri's Notes:
I don't know if the poet intended to use "I'm" or "I'M"
in the title. I say to you all that PH does some changing
of "our" typing sometimes.I suspect that "I'm" was
meant to be in the title, but PH took the presence
of an apostrophe to indicate that a new word was coming,
and PH wants ALL the words in a title to be Capitalized! So,
this can be avoided by skipping a space between the apostrophe
and the next letter.Try it!

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j - Bribed By Death - Poem by Kanav Justa


Bribed By Death

taken aback by a soft whisper
the sweetest he heard since years
as he wakes up from his weary sleep
blur in his eye disappears
the night lay silent like a coffin deep
in her eyes were daggers and spears

her hair black, and the night dense
godlike charm in her untrodden eyes
he was spellbound by her presence
moon envious as it wanes and dies
he sees her come too close and hence
from joy the young man cries

into her eyes he glances down
eyes that slayed all his woes
she wore a diamond embroidered silken gown
she holds his hand, they both lay close
her touch dearer than a golden crown
and love in his eyes arose

the light in the backdrop was dark and dim
as the two lay abreast
with her blighted lips she kisses him
and their bodies still tightly pressed
she smiles and smirks with an evil grin
lay a heart dead beneath his chest

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Bri's Notes:
This sounds like a date I HAD once, ... ONLY ONCE!
Actually, ...the date HAD me!

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k - Tooty Fruity Booty - Poem by Xelam Kan


Tooty Fruity Booty

Since turned SEXteen, I'm
enkindled by sensations strange:
itching, hot, but serene,
and try to seek rainbow
in my sleepless nights,
thou' scare if go outside.

Oh the problem is my sheer physique:
when my jiggly bum and
jugs are viewd,
then the wild luxury of MAN
is sprung upon me
like the buzzing bees.

And when a flirty wind tickles
my ever growing streaching shirt,
I can see their sordid fantasies
in their lusty, stinky looks,
and they call me then
a tooty fruity booty.

But I'm a bitter pill to swallow,
they surely don't know.

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Bri's Notes:
I suggest that "viewd" is meant to be "viewed", and
that "streaching" is meant to be "stretching".AND,
I've 'had' "bitter pills" before now; maybe I'd try
another? !

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AND THAT'S LIST #2!

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Now it is August 26th,2018.


I HOPE AT LEAST SOME OF THE ABOVE POEMS WERE ENJOYABLE FOR
you TO READ.PERHAPS YOU'LL LOOK AT MORE BY SOME OF THESE
POETS.OF COURSE I don't GUARANTEE THAT ALL THEIR OTHERS
WILL BE AS GOOD! !

Thanks again to all poets and readers.I've wrapped up this
showcase a bit earlier than 'usual'. Now maybe I can rest up
for a while! AND maybe I'll read and comment on more poems
from AROUND THE WORLD! !

SEE you IN OCTOBER? ?

Bri Edwards aka (also known as) Brian Edward Whitaker 'in the
Real World'! ! !

Have a nice day! !

bri :)

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Bri's Poet's Notes:


The poems have been selected and poets notified, using poem comments from me on their poem pages.I don't think I meant to choose more than one poem from any one poet, NOR did I 'mean to' (almost)leave out female poets completely! ! !

Perhaps by the end of 2018 I will put together another S.I. showcase.

I thank all the poets, and the readers.

Valsa, I did NOT leave you out BECAUSE you were 'too busy' to help me select poems/poets.Honestly! ! !

Ha ha ha!

August...19th....2018

The poems (with poets named)should be all ready for viewing by the end of August.

bri :)