Part ' D ' Of August 2017's Showcase....[ Poems #35-#48, Minus One Deleted; I Have Used ' Copying And Pasting' To Take These Twelve Poems Out Of The Very Long Showcase] Poem by Bri Edwards

35 - Della Perry (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/tiddles/

text:

Tiddles

How terribly sad that the elation is great
When the awaiting feline meows
Pleased at your arrival
How it leaps to greet you
Bouncing across lawns of corn
Rubbing small heart shaped nose against your ankles
Purrs like it's in love.
I retract that statement.
Not sad at all,
It is wonderful to feel so wanted, needed, awaited
Missed in your absence
Even if it is just by a cat
That waits by your door, wanting meat and refreshment.

Topic: cats

Bri's note: in her Poet's Notes, Della explains her reference to 'corn', but she also inserts my name (Bri) for some reason, maybe because i like birds?
AND i'm only guessing: Tiddles is a cat's name?

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36 - Elena Plotkin (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/grape-3/

text:

Grape

Troubles come in bunches
But I am not one to ever gripe,
Of course hanging around in the trenches,
One can't avoid hearing a lot of tripe.
Everyone seems sour about something,
But I say 'good news can travel a vine just as fast.
A change in attitude can be the start of everything,
And watch the good stories and times that'll be amassed.'
For really, it is our outlook on life that makes us so heavy,
That we gladly turn to bottles and vats of wine or champagne.
All we need is to stop thinking that our future has a levy,
And no one will ever get stomped on or feel pressed every again.


((c) 2015 Copyright Elena Plotkin)

Topic: fruit

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37 - Is It Poetry (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/humming-bird-song/

text:

Humming Bird Song

You when I call, to obtain from it,
having been troubled from this youth.
Then not as now it is not that fresh for me.
It is not possible now to give up to far and fly away.
Humming bird song, why the damage to thee as to me.
Thy little thus from life it is peace.
Moving off into away it is hidden warm safely,
the yoke of thy far form.
Where the eye, milky the eye is curiosity.
You thus I am observed.
It is for the sake of his strong magnificence,
your being has been attached to the siver cord, thy back.
Deepest of blue turns green, I am with you, as you I am.
Gold, silver maker thy lined.
Thy velvet uncovered thus draped amongst the ruins.
Houseless I am of thus made by thee,
you see but this wandering person.
My clothing, my staff, your arms thus wrapped about me.
The hero never cries out when to often in sleep where you lie.

Topic: none given [ but he often puts 'green' (even when there
no mention of 'green' in the poem) , I think because
Is It Poetry, like some other PH members, did not like when PH
started to require a Topic to be listed.

Bri's note:
Is It Poetry seems to be one of the most prolific poets on PH.

His poems often also seem to be some of the oddest, in that i often do not understand what the Hell he is talking about! ok, i sometimes have an idea, but still i rarely feel i follow the 'story' well. but STILL, besides seeming to be a fine not-so-young-man, i find that reading his poems is somehow enjoyable. there is some musicality in some of it. and, yes, there ARE what i call misspellings, but that is NOT the most important thing in life to avoid, even though i usually point them out to poets. i LIKE this guy. :)

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38 - Clarence Prince (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/little-the-bee1/

text:

Little The Bee1

My name is little the Bee
I'm so busy at times I get dizzy
I wish I was Winkle the beetle
He is just sneaky an cheeky
Work makes him fairly sleepy
Not me, as during spring time
I worked with the sunshine
Visiting from flower to flower
Picking up nectar and pollen
Working with all those plants
I'M fulfilling the Lord's plans
Yearly throughout the spring
I go from flower to flower
Whilst idle Winkle the beetle
Lives freely, looking sleekly
Stays home eats corn flour
I worked with all my power
Being inspired by the flowers
Make me sings buzzing songs
Working daily in spring time
Completing the plans of the Divine
Made me of all insects unique
Says Little the busy little Bee


(All rights reserved.
Clarence Prince)

Topic: poetry

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ATTENTION! ! ! ! ! READERS:

I Just noticed that i had left the '/poem' part off of
the 'partial links' i had listed for several of the above
poems. i HOPE I DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN!

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39 - Douglas Scotney (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/epitaph-for-bri/

text:

Epitaph For Bri

Here lies Bri
Composting in this place.
Died with agility.
A knife in his hand
Dealt the coup de grace...


Topic: epitaph

Poet's Notes:
on Bri's request. A rewording of a writing of his.

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40 - Paul Sebastian (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/sex-education-3/

text:

Sex Education

Parenting is surrendered to television
Of five to eight hours of home education
Enemy taking over family communication
Hacking spiritual values, love-altar to destruction

Internet access is enshrined in every home
Information at finger tips for consumption
Kids surfing porn of sorts on YouTube roam
Social media displacing real personal interaction

Young misconceive sex, are sexually illiterate
'Taught' by the media, peers' experiences
Real or imagined, sex information fascinate
Served sordid and vulgar with gleeful eagerness

Make sex education as part of school curriculum?
What to teach, how to teach and who will teach?
Information and values, be parts of curriculum
Information given by experts; Values, parents teach

Teaching done at school, home, religious centres
Must be taught with candour to building trust
Genuine questions answered, knowledge centred
Entitle young to ignorance, comfort and to be modest

Teach boys' and girls' attitudes and sexual orientations
Teach moral, spiritual attitudes and responsibilities
Teach the consequences of sexual experimentations
Teach peer pressures, infatuations, love and realities

Teach consequences of pregnancies and abortions
Teach how painful mistakes affect later relationships
Teach sex as God's gifts for purpose of pro-creation
Teach sex, finest love expression in married relationships

Teach the effects and dangers of pornography
Teach women are not sex objects to lust after
Teach courtship isn't for testing sex compatibility
Teach parents to teach, as it is parenting matter

(20.2.2015)


Topic: education

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41 - Savita Tyagi (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/newbie-2/


text:

Newbie

World belongs to youth
Ticking of clock
Confirms change
New energy
New ideas
New problems
New solutions
What worked yesterday
Becomes obsolete today
Let support of seniors
Be like a strong tarmac
For new wings to fly
Let past enter gracefully
Like beach sand moving into ocean
Let us not become sand bags
For the roaring waves of tomorrow.

Topic: new

Bri's note: i like the title, but the topic listed and the title
do not give good clues of the poem's content. it is about society
changes, aging, 'new blood'/new generations and new technologies,
AND the poem is quite poetic...........to the point that some
readers may not understand too well what i think it is saying or
hinting at. i suggest reading the comments left on the poem's page.

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42 - Wes Vogler (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/limerick-horrid-and-hairy/

text:

Horrid And Hairy

Here's a look at an ugly old elf,
As he dwelt on a cranberry shelf.
He was horrid and hairy,
A beastly old fairy,
But amazingly pleased with himself.

Topics: fairytale, funny, people

Poet's note:
(does anyone remember Howard Cosell?)

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43 - Darlene Walsh (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/golden-brew/

text:

Golden Brew

Golden brew, every day I start with you
Golden brew, without you what would I do
Liquid gold, happy am I, with you no rue
Liquid life, strong am I, to myself am true

You lighten my day, you bring me cheer
And always do for those I hold dear
They need me now, I'll be right there
What do you mean it was yesterday dear

I'm always there
I'll bring good cheer
I'm reliable and care
But I'm not sure where

Other people come first
Once I quench my thirst
What ever you would durst
I never show my worst

I'll do every thing I can
If I can remember when
When you need me I'll be there then
Some even think I'm a comedian

I meant to do it
I'll get to it soon
I didn't mean to hurt you
Why do you cry

I don't have a problem
It's your fault, not mine
If you would all stop complaining
I'll be just fine
Darlene Walsh

Topic: father

Poet's Notes:
I don't know how alcoholics think, but after watching several,
including my dad, I wrote this

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44 - Ruth Walters (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/being-oh-so-dead/

text:

Being Oh So Dead.....

Since I died it's been fun
sitting on a moonbeam
watching the old earth spin,
feeling like a new pin,
dangling my legs down
listening to strange sounds
angels in the red lounge
playing their ol' swan songs
wanting me to hum too
learning all the same tunes
plucking a harp string
flying on my new wings
way up in the big sky
maybe I'll go higher,
frolic with the seraphims
looking down on earthlings
never feeling hungry,
never feeling lonely
good and warm and cosy
but oh, so dead.


Topic: fun

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45 - John Westlake (borrowed)

partial link: /203-if-you-do-not-love-me/

text:

203. If You Do Not Love Me

It matters not to me about what money you have
the size of your bank balance would not impress me
a mountain of coin would not keep me faithful
if you did not love me

It would not matter what gifts you would buy
presents can only show so much
a gold plated tanker would be no good to me
if you do not love me

It does not matter where you take me
even though I love to travel
a holiday in Jamaica would be meaningless
if you do not love me

A rich person is nothing special
I'd rather be with some one who cares
it's true that I would stay faithful
to someone who truly loves me


Topic: truth

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46 - Susan Williams (borrowed)

Bri's note: this poet has messaged me to say she does not
want her poem in the showcase. very well!

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47 - Elisabeth Anne Wingle (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/miss-little-lucy-lollipop/

text:

Miss Little Lucy Lollipop

Little Lucy Lollipop
On one foot, she liked to hop.
The whole darn day,
She'd hop that way!
Dare I, try to, make her stop?


Topics: children, fun

Poet's Notes:
I've been writing a few children's poems. Little Lucy Lollipop is one of my characters

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AMD LAST, BUT certainly NOT least:

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48 - Richard Wlodarski (borrowed)

partial link: /poem/mother-591/

text:

Mother

What is a mother?
Someone whose life
Gave birth
To a new soul

Someone whose heart
Pumped blood to life
Whose eyes opened fresh ideas...
The eyes of opportunity

What is a mother?
Someone whose true love
Breathed passion into
My very being

Someone whose tears of joy
Taught me how to laugh
And whose tears of sorrow
Taught me how to cry

What is a mother?
Sensitivity
Leading to being
With humanity

Thank you Mom
For teaching me
To walk and talk
And negate hate

Thank you Mom for being there
When fear paralysed me
Holding my hand in safety
Everything is...OK


Topic: joy, laughter, love, mother, pain, suffering

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dear readers [are there ANY out there? ? ? ]:

If I take poems for next time (September already, in a month!)
from MyPoemList, I plan to start from the end of the alphabetical
list of the poets in MyPoemList! ! Maybe I'll remember my "plan".


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Thank You! ....for stopping here to take a look.

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

:)