June 2017's Showcase For Poem-Hunter Poets....[ A Mix Of This And That; 20 Or So Poems By 20 Or So Poets All On One (1) Page! ] Poem by Bri Edwards

Bri's quest to be a poet-different on P H does survive.
NOW, a fine new idea, for showcases, does, to me, arrive.
In the new month of JUNE I'll display only female works,
and hope, to me, it brings MANY attractive P H Perks.

FOR EXAMPLE:

Valsa may send to me, via FedEx, a big bowl of her very fine curry,
which [though it MAY cause me to have to go to a loo in a hurry]...
....will warm my innards: My guts and My heart and My SMALL brain.
And Annette may send some of her chocolates, either fancy or plain.

Bharati may compose a sweet poem to honor me in my advancing-age.
Savita may read and enjoy more of my poems from my P H page!
Lisa aka Elisabeth may send me a poster-sized photo of herself,
and Lora aka Lorraine may send a fun poem from the fun-poem shelf.

I may hear from Della and/or Melvina; I've not heard for so long.
And 'Beach Girl' may send a photo of herself in a polka dot thong!
Darlene aka Darla I hope will tell me things are 'getting better',
while Diane sends a note telling where, in Australia, to get her.

Elena might send me a bouquet of Pennsylvania pink flowers.
Gergana might send me a video of the sunshine after rain showers.
Ging may convince me to visit her for tea in her Asian locale.
Judith will perhaps send a ring OR a watch, which she buys 'On Sale'!

Lyn [not to be confused with Lynn, a male] may knit a bow tie.
Moira, on the other hand, may compose music to make this Bri sigh.
Patti, who I never hear from, may send to me a cute greeting card.
Ruth may tell me the best place for spying on her, from HER backyard.

Seema, Shazia, and 'let-me-not-forget' Simone, may call me on phone.
Crystal, a youngster, may treat me like a dog and throw me a bone.
Lorraine Margueritte, a 'mouthful', may give me her very best smile.
And Hira, an aspiring M.D., may volunteer to be a witness at my trial,
....for I'm accused of being long-winded, 'weird', and a little NAUGHTY.
BUT don't let me hear anyone accuse me of being 'not funny', or haughty! ! !

(May 14,2017)

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i goofed and am late putting the poems of 29 'female' poets where
they can actually be SEEN! ! ! My good PH friend Savita Tyagi alerted
me to my OVERSIGHT! ! !

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JUNE 2017'S ALL-FEMALE-POETS SHOWCASE …..
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Feel free to view the 29 poems by going to my showcase ‘poem' on PH:
"June 2017's Showcase For Poem-Hunter Poets....[ A Mix Of This And That; 20 Or So Poems By 20 Or So Poets All On One (1) Page! ]"

OR you may go to individual POETS' POEM PAGES to read and (maybe even) leave a comment.
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[no poems are longer than 30 lines]
[each poet is allowed one poem, which I choose, sometimes at the poet's suggestion]

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The 29 AUTHORS and their poems' TITLES [in the order I chose them for the showcase]:

1 - Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
Elegy To Time

2 - Chrystal Pierce
Anxiety

3 - Ruth Walters
1 A Lump Of Old Metal

4 - Vanessa Hughes
A Fishy Tale

5 - Valerie Laws
My Mother's Twin Lovers

6 - Elena Plotkin
A Kiss

7 - Sofia White
Darklings

8 - Donna Caldwell
The Male Chauvinist

9 - Savita Tyagi
Life! Simple Or Complex!

10 - Hira Akhtar
Teenage Love Story

11 - Noreen Carden
The Person We See

12 - Adeline Foster
~ Who Am I

13 - Della Perry
Love Is…

14 - Melvina Germain
(121) , Sweet, Sweet Jesus

15 - Darlene Walsh
First Caress

16 - Seema Jayaraman
An Unknown Life

17 - Lora Colon
When Love Opened The Door

18 - Diane Hine
Grey

19 - Judith Blatherwick
A Cigarette Entices

20 - Ging Taping
Be Your Lady

21 - Liza Sud
Why Am I So Terrible?

22 - Moira Cameron
Lament Of A Miner's Wife (March 5,2000)

23 - Patti Masterman
Anti-Love Poem #1

24 - Valsa George
Five Liners.14.Nuptial Ceremony ……. [aka "Nuptial Ceremony"]

25 - Shahzia Batool
A Child's Supplication!

26 - Bharati Nayak
Lonely Tree

27 - Elisabeth Anne Wingle
Dragon Slayer

28 - Beach Girl
I'd Search For You

29 - Simone Inez Harriman
Asystole

DEAR READERS, This concludes the list of POETS AND TITLES.

Bri Edwards aka …..Brian Edward Whitaker ………..in the ‘real world'

:) :) I hope you enjoy June's showcase. July's showcase is planned to
Include poems all by ‘male poets'.

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The POEMS and their AUTHORS [in the REVERSE ORDER I chose them for the showcase]:
DEAR READERS, The following are the 29 AUTHORS and POEMS in my/our June 2017 showcase.

29 - Simone Inez Harriman


Asystole

Coolly capering
In his coronary artery
Virulent she ventures
Pulsing as she saunters
Into his ventricular vault
She slithers
Deadly
Anaphylactically
Into his atrial jungle
Sashaying to the beat
As she stamps and stomps her feet
She aims her poisonous dart
To silence the drum
Of his pounding thrombotic heart

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28 - by Beach Girl


I'd Search For You

If I could walk backwards into the night
Down dark and winding roads of pale moonlight
I'd search for you

If I could spin the earth back round the sun
To years before my heart was won
I'd wish for you

If I could fly beyond the earth's blue sky
From star to star I'd step, gazing from on high
For views of you

If like a drifting seashell I washed upon your isle
I'd hope to find you waiting there with your silly smile
I'm in love with you

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27 - by Elisabeth Anne Wingle


The Dragon Slayer

You are no different
Than the knights of old
Doing your duty
Without being told
Long, lonely nights
In the bitter cold
Slaying the Dragon
To bring home the gold.

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Poet's Notes:

I wrote this after watching my husband (a professional driver) get ready for work one morning, if I'm being honest I was probably listening, as I was probably still in bed. I was impressed with his sense of duty and this popped into my head. I've tried to finish this several times now, with no results. Then it occurred to me, it is finished

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26 - by Bharati Nayak


Lonely Tree

Oh Tree
Don't cry
As you are alone
In this concrete jungle
Throw your seeds
Let them sprout
On the stony hearts
Making them soft soil
Let your saplings
Grow into
Many more trees.

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25 - by Shahzia Batool


A Child's Supplication!

O Maker of this universe! ! ! ! !
Sought in silence, prose and verse!

Teach me Lord to sing Thy Praise
On strings of these my humble lays

O Knower of all black and white
Pour on us Thy heaven's light

Thou knowst our deep folds and layers
Unto Thee I send my prayers

Bless the sick with healthy life
Help the ones who are in strife

Grow us strong to serve the nation
with progress, peace and education

Ignorance sweeps us with its might
Help us remove it by our light

Leave us not our Gracious God
Save us from all evils odd

Grace our minds with blessings Thine
We wish to stay forever Thine

Desert us not, O worthy Lord
The path is thorny and so broad

Our hands are seeking for Thy mercy
Bless us withThy boundless mercy

Bless my parents and my teachers
Friends and siblings, all Thy creatures!

Ameen! ! !

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Poet's Notes:

"Ameen" is the ‘Arabic pronunciation' of "Amen"

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24 - by Valsa George


Five Liners.14. Nuptial Ceremony

Staying by the sea under the canopy of the sky
Amid rising and falling lilts of euphonic melody
I partook of a mass nuptial ceremony
When the waves garlanded the regal rocks in coy mirth
With closely strung white blossoms of fluffy froth!

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23 - by Patti Masterman


Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:
The Designated Mourners of decayed, extinct love affairs
Don't forget to leave some room for the next good thing
Which has been waiting patiently at your door
While you've been existing only in the past
As a one-dimensional loser.
Remember, there's only a one letter difference.

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22 - by Moira Cameron


Lament Of A Miner's Wife (March 5,2000)

When I was a young girl, all in me prime,
I courted a lad who worked in the mine.
We married in Spring, and although we were poor—
We believed that our future was safe and secure.

When we first began, our worries were few.
But year after year our family grew.
The company thrived on the gold that was found;
The fruits of the labour of men underground.

The miners believed fair pay was their due.
The union was strong, but the bosses were too.
The vote being cast, they were willing to strike,
But the mine locked them out and forced us to fight.

Oh how could we know what troubles we'd share?
The pain and the anger, the hurt and the fear?
The fighting was bitter, the lock-out was long;
But we fought it together and together we won.

The strike was now over, but great was the cost:
The price of gold fell, men's lives they were lost,
The profits were squandered, the company sold,
And hardworking miners were left in the cold.

My love is a miner whose work is all gone.
Though times they are hard, we still struggle on.
Through hardship and struggle we'll always prevail,
With family and friends, we never will fail.


[Hear me, Moira, sing this on YouTube: Type in the name of the song to find the video.]

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Poet's Notes: (part of Moira's Notes)

This song is dedicated to the spouses of the Giant Miners, in Yellowknife, NWT.

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21 - by Liza Sud


Why Am I So Terrible?

Why am I so terrible?
I don't like poor and menial.
And fall into irritation
on the spot if they make a request,

Why sometimes in their faces
something so hateful for me?
And why I want to be dreadful
and to give them a slap in cheek.

It is all dictated by devil.
and it's me - who becomes his servant,
if by tasty food I am tempted
and for others regret a kopeck.

Only when I appeal to You,
My Consoler and My Christ,
Irritation then disappears
and again I am sweet and kind.

And it seems that I never see him
never know him - my foe,
but how he disappears from Jesus -
that is what my soul hears for sure!

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AND in Russian:

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Почему я такой ужасный:
нищих я не люблю, и слуг,
почему сейчас раздражаюсь,
если что-то попросят вдруг?

Почему иногда в их лицах
что-то так ненавистно мне?
И так хочется разозлиться
и ударить их по щеке?

Это враг мне диктует, дьявол,
это я - у него слуга,
если сладкой едой прельщаюсь
а другим жалею рубля.

Лишь когда Тебя призываю,
мой Утешитель, мой Христос -
раздражительность исчезает,
и я снова ласков и добр.

И мне кажется, я не вижу
никогда своего врага,
но душою ясно услышу,
как исчезнет он от Христа.

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Poet's Notes:

This is poetic transcription based on the diary of Saint John of Kronstadt.

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More Poems? ? ? YES!

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20 - by Ging Taping


Be Your Lady

you're gone
i waited for you long enough
hoping you would come
i don't care where you been
I'm begging you to run home


i searched for you
everywhere every corner
but no single clue
I stand at the cross road
my heart occupied with hope
anticipating you're there
at the end of the queue
what have you have done?
Was it your plan?

i hold on
keep holding on
carrying hope at my back..
with a single penny my only luck..

when will I see you again?
come back soon my baby
and let me be your lady..

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19 - by Judith Blatherwick


A Cigarette Entices

Really, you can trust me.
I would never lie to you.
I promise I won't hurt you.
That's not what I want to do.

Come on, just try me one time.
You won't be like all the rest.
Just once and then I'll leave you.
Come on, have a little test.

That's it. Just add a flame now.
Place me in your lips. Ignite.
Now breathe in very deeply.
Go on. You will be alright.

I know, you think you're choking.
But that feeling will not last.
Inhale. You will enjoy it.
That's right. You are learning fast.

Addiction? I don't think so.
You can stop at any time.
So who cares if you love me.
Smoking me is not a crime.

Ok now, want another?
I knew that you weren't spooked.
We'll always be here for you
Now that we have got you hooked.

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18 - by Diane Hine


Grey

The diner nibbles biscuit
because a stealthy misfit
has finished off the brisket and the pie.

His methods are erratic
and crumbs bedaub his jacket
unheeded by his static glassy eyes.

Upon his thin long fingers
a whiff of Cheddar lingers.
The end of a malingerer is nigh.

His ears are pricked for whispers.
A presage stills his whiskers
before tight sprung ballistic metal flies.

The silence is emphatic.
The stillness is dramatic
to underscore a tragic mouse demise.

Quick nails tip tap the china.
He grinds his biscuit finer.
Behind his specs, the diner's eyes are dry.

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Bri's Notes:
This was a tricky one for me to figure out! I think I have, now.

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17 - by Lora Colon


When Love Opened The Door

A promise of love came at twilight,
Knocking upon this beggar's door,
I stood trembling as it let itself in,
Its charity shook me to the core

Love opened the door and we embraced,
And a sweet voice spoke to my soul,
Tears begin to fall as I remember
Love's tender words starting to unfold

Love told me I'd be Queen forever,
Eternal love would mark my reign,
Those words settled snugly inside my heart,
Loneliness departed with its pain

Then I watched the door slowly closing,
I knew love was here to stay,
Its wandering days had come to an end,
Now, together we greet each new day

From books and teachers I learned of life,
But nothing prepared me for
The thrill and wondrous joy that I felt
When, so gently, Love opened the door

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16 - by Seema Jayaraman


An Unknown Life

The warm friendly hand
embracing and encircling you
as the peaceful eternal sleep
come drifting on you

You enjoy the fine feeling
an angelic smile bedecks you
as your head slides besides
and calmness confronts you

Something so sublime, you never knew
These spectacular dazzling lights
greet you to eternal life
from millions of glowing stars

Taken on this grand tour
Where destiny merges with time
Millions of universes away
known only as dark death to mankind! !


©Seema Jayaraman (1986 or 87)

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15 - by Darlene Walsh


First Caress

In purity, from my heart and soul I quest
After long thoughts, to myself confess
From deep in my being, love shall I assess
With my whole self to him shall I express
Shall two be one till one of us rest

His love, mind heart body and soul, to access
And all that is me for him to possess
Ceremony and dance, pure white wedding dress
Then before him I stand there and undress
Wearing what I was born with and no less

Clad with no more than God has blessed
As he moves, our proximity closely compress
He with gentle movement and I feel his caress
And I, till now my chary love, no more suppress
That is life, my very soul and heart, at its best

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Poet's Notes:

Dream for Darla - and dreams can come true
Written 1/2/2011 age 16 upon believing I was in love for the first time

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Bri's Notes:

I had to look up "chary". It IS a word! :)

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14 - by Melvina Germain


(121) Sweet, Sweet Jesus

I do not walk alone
for I'm covered by his blood.
He walks with me and talks with me.
My face shines for all to see
He carries me when I'm weak
Lifting me off my feet.
He is my savior, my truth, my all.
He gives me strength to stand very tall.
This morning I raise my hands in praise to Jesus
knowing in my heart, he will never leave us.
To my Father God in Heaven,
I've known you long before the age of seven
I thank you
Heavenly Father, for the gift of your only son
I'll worship, praise and give you all the glory.
Your son Jesus is my everlasting story.
Father God, when all is said and done.
I'll always praise my Sweet, Sweet Jesus
For many precious years to come.
Thank you Father God in the name of Jesus.
Sweet, Sweet Jesus

(Written: June 24,2007)

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13 - by Della Perry


Love Is…

Needing no words
The look in your eyes
Stomach fluttering
Angels wings
Glowing cheeks
Knowing smile
Damp palms
Strong bonds
Beauty beholden
Deep knowledge
Laughing together
Living a dream
Dancing as one
Sharing a soul
Best of friends.

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12 - by Adeline Foster


~ Who Am I

All of the words I want to say
Some other poet has said
In such a stupendously marvelous way
That they just cry out to be read.
So many beautiful poems
Express what I want to express;
For me to say it again
Would be mere presumptuousness.
My words would be a regression
In the light of their thorough address,
Yet my thoughts cry out for expression;
I'll just have to say them I guess
And hope that beside the great masters
My efforts will not be in vain,
And somewhere in the ages hereafter
Someone will read them again
And see the need through my prism
And somehow recognize why
Those words were torn from the bosom
Of one so unworthy as I.

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11 - by Noreen Carden


The Person We See

Grey wispy hair pokes through her hat
Waddling homeward on worn down heels
Carrying bags that hit and bump
on legs as they hurry through city streets

Sitting alone in her cold flat
She dreams by the fire of days long gone
When she was looked at not just seen
When she was pretty and young and strong

Once she wore silk against her skin
Heads would turn as she walked in
Her opinion was sought and acted upon
Her smile could cause a soul to yearn
That was in the long ago when friends
were plenty and troubles few
Now people look but never see
The person that she used to be

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Poet's Notes:

I wrote this after talking to a lovely older lady in a doctor s waiting room

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-10 - by Hira Akhtar


Teenage Love Story

A young handsome boy, his youth in full bloom
saw a pretty young girl, a fine dream, came true

The day was so long while he toiled and dreamed
losing in her beauty, such a fantasy to live

But each day she passed by she was cloaked by a veil
an adorable princess, a sweet fairy tale

Into her soft eyes he longed just to stare
with a lust for untying her long, silken hair

One night finding her image in moon
decided to tell his fervency, to her, soon

Then he went to the land of dreams
there on all sides, flow the fascinating love streams

He awaited for her, the next day long
and the tree flagged where his hopes swung

Years passed, she not ever came
but left, in his heart, an everlasting flame

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Poet's Notes:

Teenage love is seldom successful or its not mature enough.....depends on luck

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9 - by Savita Tyagi


Life! Simple Or Complex!

Some are lucky to be able to live a simple life
While for others it is never without complications.

May be it is their own complex personality
That makes everything so damn complicated.

Some waste all their life trying to find a purpose
Others don't lose a minute of sleep over it!

But none can deny its existence or persuade
Others to accept life in simple or complex terms.

Yes! At final departure one can rest assured that
All questions will cease to be for want of an answer!

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8 - by Donna Caldwell


The Male Chauvinist

Now will you get in that kitchen
I've told you once before
And when you've washed all the pots up
Make sure you mop the floor

When you iron my shirts
You'd better iron each crease
And when you wash my jeans
Make sure you remove the grease

When I arrive home from work
I want my dinner ready
You should know what I expect
Since we've been going steady

You can pick up my clothes
That I have left on the floor
And hang them in the wardrobe
Where they were placed before

You will do as I say
Especially when we wed
So when you've done all the chores
Get yourself sexy and ready for bed!
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7 - by Sophia White


Darklings

This place is now a nest of darklings.
The air is rank with all their lies.
Once it rang with truth so sparkling;
But now, in the storm, truth dies.
The hall is dark, and much too fright'ning.
I'd rather stay beneath the bed.
The thunder screams behind the lightning.
Ill sirens scream inside my head.
I wonder if the Light is coming.
How I yearn to go Home.
I want no more of Hate's smug humming.
No more this earth I wish to roam.
Oh, Jesus…
Take me home.

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6 - by Elena Plotkin


A Kiss

A kiss on the forehead
or one on the cheek
A kiss from your mother
while you are asleep.
A kiss of pure innocence.


A kiss on the cheek
Or a kiss on the lips
A kiss from a playmate
Who sits in the same row.
A kiss of pure innocence.


A kiss on the lips
Or a kiss on the neck
A kiss from someone
you're happy you met.
A kiss of lost innocence.

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5 - by Valerie Laws


My Mother's Twin Lovers

‘I must get back to the men, ' my mother announces,
Then slyly meets my eye, as I choose, this time,
To avoid my usual reply. ‘I know what you're thinking! '
She's triumphant. ‘That there's only one of them! But
You're wrong, you know! ' My mother is having an affair.
She's cheating on my father with another man, who lives
With them, looks like his twin, and even shares his name.
‘I think they must be cousins, ' she explains, defiantly.

Before going to bed with my father, she slips next door,
Turns back the spare bed quilt, and leaves her slippers there,
So the other man won't suspect. She has doubled her marriage,
Two-timed adultery. After blameless years of barely moderation,
Let alone excess in anything, she now has a surplus of husbands.
It's as if in creating my father's double, she's conjured up her own
Wicked twin, denied a life ‘til now, when time is running short.

She has gained an extra husband, while the one I had is gone,
Which is fine, but now my elderly mother, with dementia,
Has a more exciting sex life than I do, kicking up her heels
While mine have been dragging. Perhaps it's time, I think,
As I take her home to her lovers, for me to get back to the men.

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Poet's Notes:

Even dementia has its funny moments. I was helping to care for my mother, who had Alzheimer's, and we often laughed about our differing views of the world. She had a persistent feeling that my father was two men: I was just getting back to the idea of dating after a very long marriage had suddenly come to an end. The twin themes of death/dementia and sex/dating are entwined in my book All That Lives, which this poem begins.

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4 - by Vanessa Hughes


A Fishy Tale

I saw you twice the other day
Stirring passion anew
It's easy saying just move on
Less easier to do

Ive always said to others
There's plenty more fish in the sea
But some days it makes no difference
How many fish there be

On the face of it, a small fish
But you took over my whole sea
Never before had I gone fishing
It was all so new to me

You were someone that I longed for
I'd never felt like that before
Some months on, now I'm seeing
The sea has fish once more

But some days you're the only fish
Swimming in my sea
And the fervor that you stirred in me
Will forever be

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3 - by Ruth Walters


1 A Lump Of Old Metal

It was a lump of old metal,
a car with no heart
cocooning him, purring
through back lanes,

down dark, cold streets,
warming him through
and he felt safe inside,
so that when, in December,

the car 'died' his body
shook with tears,
bitter, unrestrained tears
and I ached to see him like that,

on our last ride, so sad.
My sweet little boy
with his shirt hanging out
and his eyes, red and swollen

for a lump of old metal
that was our chariot of gold.

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Poet's Notes:
My sweet little boy that was is a daddy himself now, bless.

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2 - by Chrystal Pierce


Anxiety

The beginning of this story,
starts with an overwhelming worry.
The constant feeling of something wrong
gnaws and eats away at my insides, strong.
It makes my stomach feel sick,
and my poor heart almost skip a t tick.
My body runs hot but somehow I'm cold,
it's making me ache like I am old.
The Thud-up of my heart is off beat,
making me uncomfortable in my seat.
My eyes are teary, and my head falls heavy,
then comes the blackouts which are always scary.
This feeling last for hours,
draining me of all my powers.
This happens any and everywhere,
and most seem to be unaware.
I have to get up and leave,
so my heart can be relieved.
my tears leave trails, as my body shudders,
which then triggers an embarrassing stutter.
I want to live anxiety free.
I just want to be the old me.

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1 - by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black


Elegy To Time

Like rainbows dissolving or love's end
We mourn the parting of friends

As the Sun travels East to West
Do we wonder where or when it will rest

In the Spring a world reborn
A child's first step this Summer's morn

Autumn's passing into Winter's night
Shows a glimmer of Heaven's light

And slowly ticks the clock and chimes
As in passing beats our time.

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Readers, I hope you enjoyed these poems.

Bri Edwards aka Brian Edward Whitaker ……………in the ‘real world'.

Join me in July for poems by ‘male poets' on PH.


:) :)

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