April 2017's Showcase For Poemhunter Poets …[ Something For Everyone! ; A Collection Of Poems By P H Members; Some May Be Shortened By Me To 24 Lines Or Less] Poem by Bri Edwards

Last month's showcase, for me, has come and gone, ignored by many.
But, hey, that's one good thing on PH; you may read all OR not any!
I prefer to use poems not too long, so some I'll edit. Don't you fret.
Each poet may have one poem each month here. Will I get ………..
one from YOU?

IF I edit/shorten your poem I'll ask first. No whining poets do I need!
But please try to work with me. One poem each, no need for greed!

To find this showcase shouldn't take you guys and gals too long at all.
Find a PH 'Search/Find' box & type 'April 2017's Showcase'. Don't you stall.

If you care to have one of yours displayed, in a message please send to me …
……the Title and the Text of the poem. I then may use it IF it is ‘typo-free'.
If not, I MAY suggest some editing to be done by me or by you, the poet.
I take pride in what I display. IF I think it is ‘substandard' I MAY not show it.

Do I sound like a TYRANT? Perhaps, but it makes up for being a 'DOG' at home.

(March 27, 2017)

Bri Edwards :)

aka Brian Edward Whitaker in the ‘Real World'

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TO LOCATE FUTURE SHOWCASES ON PH, SEARCH FOR poems whose titles begin with a MONTH and YEAR, e.g. 'May 2017's Showcase'.

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If you are unfamiliar with my/our 'showcases' and wish to find out more about it/them, PLEASE go to previous months' showcases, SOME of which are listed as 'poems' beginning with the word: 'Section'.

For now, I shall limit each poet to one poem per monthly showcase.

bri :)

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What follows is the complete [or under-construction] April 2017 showcase.

It first gives [[usually in the chronological order in which I obtained the poems]] the poet names and the titles of their poems.

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THE POETS AND THEIR POEM TITLES: (I'll try to put at least 30 poems by 30 poets in this list)

1 - Long Tooth

Pursuing Holiness

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2 - Douglas Scotney

Slop Bucket

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3 - Savita Tyagi

A New Flower

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4 - Clarence Prince

Now Is The Time!

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5 - Andy Brookes

Expunging

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6 - Annette Aitken

Can We Be The Only Race?

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7 - Lynn W. Petty

Two Gifts Has Man

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8 - Della Perry

Wintery Senses

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9 - Lorraine (aka Lora) Colon

So What!

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10 - Felicia Manning

If I Am Just A Character

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11 - Diane Hine

Fobbed Off

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12 - Tom Billsborough

Pacific Days

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13 - Elisabeth Anne Wingle

Marriage Bliss Continues Because Bri Edwards Could Not Leave It Aloneaa

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14 - Kim Barney

I Love You

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15 - Liza Sud [aka Liza Sudina]

[TRANSLATION to Russian of Judith Blatherwick's poem 'The Fairy']

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16 - Judith Blatherwick

The Fairy

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17 - Wes Vogler

A Wolf's Not My Choice To Succeed

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18 - Stuart Munro

Birds Of Love

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19 - Kelly Kurt

Stone In My Shoe

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20 - by Elena Plotkin

I Am Lonely

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I SHALL PAUSE FOR A WEEK OR SO (I think) (sometime) AFTER I HAVE FILLED THE 20TH SLOT WITH THE 20TH POEM FROM 20 POETS.

Then believe I shall continue, unless there is an OUTCRY from the PH members
asking me to stop forever!

bri :)

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21 - Bharati Nayak

Selfie

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22 - Akhtar Jawad

Promise

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23 - Eugene Levich

Americans Now

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24 - Lynn Paul

Urgently

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25 - Is It Poetry

# 15 Sara Teasdale

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26 - TAPAN Saren

Dawn

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27 - Sk. NURUL Huda

Modern Life (in a developing country) .

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28 - Brian Johnston

Taking It In The Shorts

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29 - Rod Mendieta

Inside The Big Subterranean City

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30 - Bri Edwards

The Color Green....(Green THINGS)

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Then I list [[usually in REVERSE-chronological order of when I obtained the poems]] the poets names [again! ] and the titles and texts [[OR partial texts]] of the poems.

For poems over 26 lines I plan to (usually) include the first and last stanza of each poem, and other selected lines which come between the 1st and last stanzas of the poem, indicating how many lines I skip/delete as I go along.

If the selected parts are of interest to you, you may search for the poem within the PH system, using the Search Box on another PH page to find the complete poem.

Good Luck! !

As mentioned above, the 'longer' poems will be shortened by me, Bri Edwards.
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THE POETS AND THEIR POEMS: (I'll try to put at least 30 poems by 30 poets in this list)

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30 - by Bri Edwards


The Color Green....(Green THINGS)

I can't get this damn 'tablet' to 'paste' my poems Here!
Please go to its page in my PH site. :)

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29 - by Rod Mendieta


Inside The Big Subterranean City

Inside the big subterranean city
That strives to affirm itself apart
From the infinite, all-encompassing Ether
By the subterfuge of a thin layer of skin,
There's a thousand miniature I's
Vying for supremacy,
Enmeshed in puny little wars,
Hoping to make their squeaking
Little voices heard above the general din.

Some say ‘sleep! '
Some say ‘wake! '
Some say ‘fight! '
Some say ‘surrender! '
Some say ‘trust in me! '
Some say ‘trust no one! '

The faintest, most ill-favored one
Coming as it were, from a cowering
Little boy in the middle of a bustling crowd
Who's muttering to himself, softly,
Lips barely moving, eyes sunk in the pavement,
Is scarcely heard at all:
‘Let us all quiet down and embrace silence,
That the one Voice may speak who was
Always content with listening,
The one whole Voice that will speak for
All the fractured little ones.
If I had two cents I'd bet he will simply say:
'Sing! '

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28 - by Brian Johnston


Taking It In The Shorts

Well the Universe woke up one morning and moaned,
'My God! Yesterday sure was a blast! '
'I just wish I had something to look forward to, '
'What are odds this expansion will last? '

It seems even the Universe gets some bad news,
When stars 'pop off, ' they go dark and sulk!
She's a teenager pondering all of her zits,
Even worries at times about bulk!

But the worst news may be that she isn't alone!
Are there 'Multiverse' waiting a chance?
The dance floor not wide open but crowded to boot?
Is 'Dark Matter' the end of romance?

'There are days that I swear I wish mankind weren't real, '
(She admits here to sharing the stage) ,
'All those physicists are a pox on my kazoo, '
'Thinking they (and God) see the same page! '

'Really who can imagine what God sees in them, '
'My reach infinite, their hands so small! '
'They are nothing but stardust that's lost all its spark, '
'Hard to think God would notice at all! '

(April 2,2017)

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Poet's Note: 'Form: Quatrain'

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Bri's Note:

I believe Brian meant 'wazoo', not 'kazoo'; does he know the difference? !
He says Dictionary.com shows 'ass/buttocks' as one definition for 'kazoo'. i checked and it DOES, but i don't trust the site now.
And he says the reference to 'small' hands has to do with Donald Trump.

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27 - by Sk. NURUL Huda


Modern Life (in a developing country) .


Do you want a modern life to fit?
At first give your parents a hitting and kick a bit,
Hold your wife's hand and take the flat's keys and kits,
Pass the time with pet dog Tomy and hang a T. V the wall befits,
Visit parlors to give you a cosmopolitan looks and manners to meet,
Frequent the theatres or halls to watch dramas like Lear or of latest hit,
Book a flight and try to cross the border as your colleagues do to make you defeat.

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26 - by TAPAN Saren


Dawn

The great bright star is not yet awake,
Still a heavenly light has lit up the sleeping earth.
A brisk wind ruffles the fresh spring leafage in mirth,
And the dawn chorus proclaims the daybreak.

The twilit woodland paths are in blossoms drest,
Oh, the mild wild dove still broods at rest!
The virgin flowers in the dell joyfully their heads nod
As the wasps are not arrived to suck and hoard.
Dewy are the fields of green corn,
A thin cloak of mist clothes the red cherries,
Mirroring the rich palm trees
Silently the slow stream runs on.

Hush! The grey hills yonder
Laughs the Morn! Do you hear?
Lo, the silvery east! A blessed day foretold!
O romantic Artist, how beautifully You adorned the dawn!
My blithe soul wishes to jump out of the mold!

O bountiful God, mysteriously lovely is Your art- -
Cannot my empty brain understand
But can only be felt by the heart.

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25 - by Is It Poetry


# 15 Sara Teasdale

Why should I care about rain and or snow,
About leaves that are green?
Or all the trees that you climbed that are seen,
Summer was ours by the sea.
But care I confess that I do.
Taken from me as a leaf caught up in the wind,
Trapped in a wave, a wave none could see.
There we once we're and now we're both here,
Silent and still, lost without love and no peace.

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24 - by Lynn Paul


Urgently

Money...$
What For?
Sharing
Not sure
For bills, need more
Money.
Money...
Plant a seed
It is what we all need
I want to plant you URGENTLY
A Money tree.
Money,
Is it for giving?
Money
High cost of living
Money.
Money,
Such crime
Money,
People doing time
Money.
Money...
Touching, everyone's hands
Germs galore; who cares I have plans
For money.
Money...
Does it make the world turn
Yes, No
One day we will learn. $$$$$$$$$$$$

(Copyright Reserved May 2014)

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Poet's Notes:

'Aha aaah.... all the things I could do, If I had a little money'.....
Abba Song -
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Bri's Note:

'Urgently' was inspired by the song 'Money, Money, Money' by ABBA.

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23 - by Eugene Levich


Americans Now

They are informed of their needs by TV ads
They don't write long letters to their loved
They tweet

They don't grow corn and tomatoes
Or skin out a deer
Hanging from a scotch pine

They don't look into faces and hearts
Only into Facebook
That compendium of moronic nonsense

Their vegetables come from hot houses
Their meat in packages
Everything plastic wrapped
Like their lives

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22 - by Akhtar Jawad


A Promise

Time of parting is approaching, it's close,
eyes ready to snap for the heart your pose,
that's all I need, you have turned your face!
Come back sweetheart you know your place,
I know your hairs are silk and shining,
but the eyes with a red and wink lining!
what are you hiding are these your tears?
I don't understand your doubts and fears!
Turn, let me write a promise on your lips,
in the new world too, you'll have my sips,
a creeper of grapes, you'll drink its wine,
I am only for you and you are mine!

(Promise of a dying spouse)

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Bri's Note:

I'm waiting for Akhtar to tell me 'wink' or 'pink'.

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21 - by Bharati Nayak


Selfie

I selfie
To capture my image
Capture with me
My loved ones
My surroundings
The tree, temple, palace and sea


To capture
Who are
With me at the moment
As the moment
Will slip away
In the next moment
It will be past.
The tree will not come back
To me where I reclined
In that moment
For support
Got the shade
Got the cool oxygen
I want to capture
The flower
Whose fragrance and beauty
Enchanted me
I want to capture
The beauty of the birds
Who fly making a 'V' sign under
The clouds so dark
I want to capture with me
The blue waves of the sea
The waves that rise and fall
With my emotions
I want to hold
In my camera
The cool moon
The warm sun
The green grass
The mother earth
Everything I love
Seen and unseen
And wait to see and hold
All the blessings of God.

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20 - by Elena Plotkin


I Am Lonely

'I am lonely' said my one and only,
'Fear not dear heart I am here to stay, '
'I am lonely' lamented my one and only.
'Fear not dear heart I shan't go away.'
'I am lonely' cried my one and only.
'So am I dear heart, so am I'

[(c) 2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin]

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Poet's Notes:

Sometimes we can be surrounded by people who love us and yet we can't help but feel lonely and all alone. Unfortunately when we retreat into ourselves and our feelings we end up deserting those who are there for us. This poem is about how loneliness can beget loneliness. The cycle stops when we cross the lonely divide and reach out to those on the other side.

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19 - by Kelly Kurt


Stone In My Shoe

Calling at three in the morning
Dropping by when I'm busy
You spin my world around
‘Til I'm nauseous and dizzy

'Can I borrow your car? '
Is frequently asked
But then it's returned
With just a gallon of gas

You bum half my cigarettes
And purloin my lighter
Ebenezer Scrooge's purse strings
Couldn't be any tighter

I've seldom suffered a nuisance
As annoying as you
You're like walking a mile
With a stone in my shoe

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18 - by Stuart Munro


Birds Of Love

who gave the birds voices
Who gave them their songs
Who gave them the trees
For them to sit on
From early morning
Till the end of the day
They sing songs for Jesus
To brighten his day

Sing on, sing on,
With the birds of peace
All the little birds of love
Keep singing on to me
Sing on, sing on
All the birds in the trees
Sing on

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17 - by Wes Vogler


A Wolf's Not My Choice To Succeed

Well, I just had a lovely old read
Called 'Dog Master'. It's of the deed
Of taming man's friend.
It's his will you must bend.
And a wolf's not my choice to succeed.

Circumstances just had to be right
To avoid a death-struggling fight.
And son of a gun
I think it could be done!
The author convinced me he's right.

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16 - by Judith Blatherwick [see #15, below, for Russian translation]


The Fairy.

The moonlight glistened softly
On the leaf strewn forest floor.
Its silver light touched briefly
On a little fairy door.

The door drew open slowly
And a small shy face emerged.
She wasn't sure, but round her
Kind and friendly voices urged.

As she looked around her
She saw beauty. She saw love.
She wandered in this freedom
As the moon shone up above.

She became more trusting
And decided she would try
To stretch her wings a little.
Maybe one day she could fly.

But as she gently fluttered
And a joy in her awoke
She forgot to take care
And her fragile small wings broke.

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Bri' Notes:

I changed 'It's' to 'Its' in line 3.

See Liza Sud's translation to Russian, below]

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15 - by Liza Sud


[TRANSLATION to Russian of Judith Blatherwick's poem 'The Fairy']

Лунный свет блестел мягко
в листами укрытом подлеске,
луч серебристый кратко
касался волшебной дверцы.

Дверь приоткрылась медленно,
и скромненькое лицо
появилось, и не уверенно
голоса окружили нее.

Тогда она огляделась,
красоту увидев, любовь.
и пошла гулять смело
под сияющею луной.

В ней стала больше доверчивость,
и решила стараться она
крылья расправить медленно,
чтобы начать летать.

Но пока она нежно порхала -
радость в ней просыпалась,
осторожность она забывала,
и хрупкие крылья сломались.

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14 - by Kim Barney


I Love You

I can't remember ever telling my mother that I loved her.
Probably I did, when I was little, but I just can't remember.
She passed away when my youngest sister was only four.

It bothered me for years that I couldn't remember
if I had ever told her that I loved her.

Before my father passed away, I made sure
I told him that I loved him.

He lived for many years; she died young.

We never know how much time we have left.

Who's in your life that needs to hear those three words?

Don't leave her life in disarray;
Tell her that you love her today.
How long since she's heard?
You must give her the word
TODAY, without delay!

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13 - by Elisabeth Anne Wingle


Marriage Bliss Continues Because Bri Edwards Could Not Leave It Aloneaa

So you speak for all men now?
Is that what I'm hearing?
By the way your nose hair could use a good shearing
You say that beauty is skin deep, indeed
But a woman still wants her knight on a steed
You put ice in your scotch?
No thanks, I'll have mine neat
Your sock drawers nearly empty? Put in a load
If you recall, the machine is covered in mold
I'll do what ever I choose!
You can polish your own damn shoes
Hearing ' It's that time of the month' or ' I've a headache' make you sore?
Satisfy your woman and she'll come back for more
Women also work 9-5
But, the question is not. 'What the hell gives?
The question is, 'For whom does she live '

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12 - Tom Billsborough


Pacific Days

Washing the barrier reef, the Coral sea,
Brings fresh nutrients to the coral blooms,
Chrysanthemums in splendour
Where fishes of deep orange, blue
Wide banded black and yellow
Flit without collision
Gingerly for shelter
From sharp marauding sharks,
Whilst dark brown turtles hover over them
Like passive guardian angels or dispassionate stars.
The shallow water here is a pale azure
The deeper cobalt merging into indigo
And stays so colour fast for a thousand
Miles and more as we sweep eastwards
To azure once again,
The pale waters and white shores of Vanuatu.
The vast Pacific now begins,
Wide as lovers' smiles, relays our dreams
Past islands with evocative names
Fiji, Tonga, Tahiti and Tuamotu
Avoiding the doldrums of our days
And finally to Chile and Peru.

The earth is mostly water. So are we.
Our nutrients flow round us too,
As those awash within the Coral sea.

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11 by Diane Hine


Fobbed Off

What's in it for me?
he wondered.
Too small to be socks
that little box
under the Christmas tree.
Last year she'd given him….what?
some thingamabob…
oh yes - a safety pin and ribbon,
saying, ‘It's a ribbon fob
to pin to your pocket.'
The year before that…
it was something flat….
oh yes - a fabric square and thread.
‘I'll vest your vest a pocket, '
she said.
So this year, not unreasonably
he wondered if that little box
might be a pocket watch
or key.

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10 - by Felicia Manning


If I Am Just A Character

Death,
I once feared you so,
Before learning life is a play,
And we all play
A role.

Big players,
Small players,
Equally important parts,
We each serve our purpose,
Then our exit scene
We depart.

Death,
I once feared you so,
One day you will take me,
And everyone that I know,
Yet by you I will not be smitten,
For I know,
A new play is always being written.

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9 - by Lorraine Colon


So What!

So what if love proves to be untrue,
And from us on tattered wings it flies,
Long ago deceit made its debut,
Since, many tears have dampened our eyes

So what if the night denies us sleep
And we wring our hands, pacing the floor,
Many times, the nightbird heard us weep -
It's not like we've not done this before

So what if we believed every lie,
How sweetly they fell upon our ears!
Is this now a reason to deny
Truth a chance to turn the tide of years?

So what if too long we've played the fool -
Can we not pretend it's been a dream?
Or perhaps, better to kick the stool....
Let dawn find us dangling from the beam

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8 - by Della Perry


Wintery Senses

My wintry friends were out today
Waving cold, bare arms in the breeze,
'Hello friend, ' whispered the trees.

Above them black crows danced in the air,
Swaying, up and below grey clouds,
Singing sweet songs so proud.

I stood still and listened hard,
Factory hammers growled and groaned,
While cars sped by and moaned.

In the air I could smell the Spring,
Trying to push through the ground
Daffodils tried to be found.

Upon the ground a feather flew,
I wonder if the bird knew
of a missing, soft feather now by my shoe?

I tasted an icy, clear dew drop,
Cold and damp upon my tongue,
A wonderful feeling that didn't last long.

I feel so lucky that I can hear,
Smell, touch, taste and I can see,
I am so lucky to be me!

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Poet's Note:

A poem I wrote to help the children at work.

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7 - by Lynn W. Petty


Two Gifts Has Man

Beneath this old oak tree, I pondered why
The primal gloom of pain on faces passed.
What is the answer to the question asked?
'It is within, ' came chilling words nearby.
It was the Angel Death who made reply.
'It's soul asleep that causes man his cast.
The image of himself has held him fast.
To say the fault is his he will deny.'

'Two gifts has man; a shaft of golden light,
A two-edged sword that cuts the bonds of mind.
The other gift, the knowledge that 'I AM'.
Identity holds man within his plight,
Forgetting his creation, he is blind.
It's man who daily crucifies the Lamb.'

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Poet's Note:

Form: Italian Sonnet

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6 - by Annette Aitken


Can We Be The Only Race?

Can we be the only race?
Is there something else in space
in this unknown universe
surely we are not alone.

Can we be the only race?
in the vastness of this empty space
or many worlds of awesome wonder
planets orb in a different colour.

Galaxies from near and far
mingling within the brightly stars
dashing through the milky way
Could this be the place they play?

I often watch the sky at night
to catch a glimpse or maybe sight
something floating in the sky
spy odd shapes go whizzing by.

Is it fact or myth we hear
celestial bodies did appear.
hyped up stories in the papers
Do we believe the words of others?

I do not think we'll ever know
unless they crudely knock our door
to let us know from outer space.
No, you are not the only race.

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5 - by Andy Brookes


Expunging

Get rid of old pages, lose the dross
throw them out it is no loss.
look at the old and the new,
then up in smoke and up the flue.

Sweep out the cobwebs, do not fear,
get rid of those you don't hold dear.
Spring's soon here, so clean them out,
and be ruthless have no doubt.

no point in hanging onto trash,
just take stock but don't be rash
nothing in this world will last,
blow the dust, shake and blast.

sometimes it's better to realise,
it's old and tarnished, no surprise
I'm certain sure you know, because,
my work's not precious, never was

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Bri's Note:

As I sometimes do, usually with the author's permission/blessing,
I have done some minor editing on Andy's poem. 'Realise' is the
way 'they' spell 'realize' in some 'backward' countries; hee-hee.
Andy's is NOT the only poem I've edited/'corrected' in this showcase.

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4 - by Clarence Prince


Now Is The Time!

Now Is the Time

What can we do?
Or who can help
Our world is in a mess
Truly, a deliverer we need
Whom man may believe
One to sift and to out weed
Every human's evil deed
And makes way for love
That hatred may decrease
We need such a guide
Now is the time

From the East to the West
Hardly anywhere is best
Man keeps on losing control
And daily we are losing souls
Owing to shortage of love
That hatred may decrease
A real deliverer, we need
We need such a guide
Now is the time

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Again, what can we do?
Or who can help
We need a guide
Now is the time

(All rights reserved)

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3 - by Savita Tyagi


A New Flower

Upon the grave of the old
A new flower blooms.
Sadly it never knew the
Loving nurturing hands of a Gardner.

The Gardner sleeping in the grave
Left the plant alone.
Yet it blooms to add its beauty to the old grave.

The rising sun gave it warmth,
The rain nourished the plant,
And the protective wind kept it in her watch.

Fighting against all odds of life
With her nature given might
The tiny flower blooms
Upon the grave of the old.

Now it wishes to be plucked
To be part of a bouquet.
Let someone make it part of a lovely arrangement.
Or is it his fate to wither alone?
To be perished upon the grave of the old!


(3.9.2017)

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Poet's Notes:

Dedicated to the children of the world, left alone through war and other calamities.

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2 - by Douglas Scotney


Slop Bucket

To laugh is rire
and to chatter, garrire,
from which comes garrul-ous,
-ousness and -ity,
which, oh by the way,
how do you do,
share a Chambers' page
with gardyloo.

A city
used to be otherwise called
after words called
to warn passers-by
that slops
were about to be thrown
out the window.
Gardyloo! was Edinburgh,
after gare de l'eau!
whose shortened form gare d'eau!
was Paris
(with a double e) -
known today
as gare de pi-pi!

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Poet's Notes:

rire - French; garrire - Latin;
Chambers Dictionary
Gare de l'eau = look out for the water
pi-pi = wee.

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1 - by Long Tooth


Pursuing Holiness

Oh my God! Help me find understanding!
And not just of Yourself, also Man,
Let me search for the truth, undemanding,
Or in seeking self-worth in your plan.

Help me see life on Earth with Your values,
Guide me where I should be with Your heart,
Make 'to walk in Your way' my decision,
And the servant's role most favored part.

Let humility grow to be gifting,
And in service discover rewards,
May my poems be read as uplifting,
And life's symphony heard in their chords.

Let me honor Your Son with each day's break,
And His name be a rock for my prayers,
May I be faithful witness for Love's sake,
And reveal Him in all my affairs.

And when night comes, at last, let me thank You,
For the times that You stood by my side,
Mystic ingénue, pursued by Christ's love
May His love for me be all my pride!


March 7,2017

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Thanks, Readers and contributors, for your assistance in....
(hopefully) making the APRIL 2017 'Showcase' a success!

:) bri edwards

[[aka Brian Edward Whitaker (in the 'Real World') ]]