Showcase Of Poems Of August 2022: Some P-H Poems I've Enjoyed Recently, And Now Share With You! Poem by Bri Edwards

Introductory poem:

I suppose on PH I'll not be allowed to include the word D ++ N,
but I just lost hours of thinking, typing, etc., and I'm 'in a jam'.
In other words, because I'm not very patient, I will cheat a bit,
and make this 'intro' poem shorter & less grand for you. S ++ T!

[ Actually I think it became longer and more grand. Yay! for me. ]

PH had better NOT penalize me for sneaking in 'THOSE' words,
the second one of which is just another slang word for T ++ Ds.
I should have copied & pasted my words to somewhere secure,
till I'd finished it all and could have sent them back here. Sure.

But, could this old poet have thought of THAT? ! Goodness no.
So now I've started over, and, though the whole process is slow,
at least I've had more practice, and MAYBE will remember later...to do it, and a September Showcase may be then GREATER....than this one. Ha!

bri edwards

(August 15th,2022)

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The Showcase of Poets and Poems:

[ I've pasted the poems from the poets' PH pages, without
their permission. I hope they don't sue me. Ha, ha! ! ]


1 - Poem by fairly_random_poetry (frp)

Thoughts Of An Overthinker


I think all day, I think all night, it whirrs around my head.
I know it's not that good for me;
I'm always full of dread.

I think about the future, the past, the present and yesterday.
The things I thought, the things I said, the things I didn't say.

I think about what you think of me;
If you think I'm bad or good.
I know it's not what I should think about - I'd stop it if I could.

I think about the ending, I think about the start.
I only really continue because I've already come so far.

I think I'm different, I think I'm strange;
I've thought these thoughts enough.
Living this life of overthinking is really getting tough.

I think I'll give these thoughts a rest;
I'll really do my best.
That's a good thought, I think.
Oh, whoops! Please give me a rest!


Saturday, June 4,2022

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2 - Poem by M.J. Lemon

Grout Expectations


Grandma's always cleaning her grout
she's not my grandma
and I don't know where she belongs

But I keep getting updates and ads
some dressed up
as public service announcements
explaining
wanting me to know

that grandma's cleaning her grout
She has tricks, traditional ways
ALL NEW cleansers--all guaranteed
to clean up the environment
while spanking up the grout

She seems very nice
A happy person
who even winks at me
At times I experience her stern side
the evil eye
but only at times
Maybe she thinks I ought to be cleaning
some grout?

This morning grandma
showed up
yet again, smiling, happy
Right beside her was a PSA that reminded us
of duck and cover

Don't ask how someone knows
we may need to duck and cover
just accept it may be
something we must do

Won't someone tell grandma?
For the sake of the grout.


Wednesday, August 10,2022

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3 - Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Of Time And Place...


It was a different world
A world of long long ago
Full of innocence, love and trust
Before the mist rose and covered it
Like a curtain, growing thick

Was it real or a dream?
That world of fairies, angels
And protecting arms?
The ground firm beneath the feet
The sleep peaceful and sound?

Ah, to return forever!
Forget the knowledge gained
Wash the dust from the soul
Erase the scars from the mind
And return to that place

Where nobody ever said…
This is life…


Monday, August 15,2022

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4 - Poem by Simone Harriman

My Big Fat Hairy Feet From The Shire


I'm a little hobbit living in a Hobbiton hole
I'm short and stout, with a big heart and soul
I love my cosy home with shiny pots of copper
And my big green door with a round brass knocker

In winter I like to sit in my soft comfy chair
And sing songs of legends and maidens fair
Next to my roaring crackling fire
Warming my big fat hairy feet from the shire

My table groans under delicious food
And special treats when I'm in the mood
Strawberry jam with hot bread and butter
From first and second breakfast to supper

I see my face in my shiny wooden floors
And gaze at my beautiful leadlight doors
And in my mirror, I love to admire
My big fat hairy feet from the shire

And when I want to rest my head
I'll take myself to my cosy bed
And lean on my little red window sill
To gaze over peaceful moonlit hills

In summer I listen to crickets, frogs, and an owl or two
And inhale the rich scent of evening flowers too.
And I pray to God and everything good
Watching over all us hobbits in the hood

Goodnight my friends and family, my universe
In Middle-earth, my home of birth
For I'm the happiest, luckiest hobbit to acquire
My big fat hairy feet from the shire


Wednesday, August 10,2022

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5 - by Bharati Nayak

Lonely Tree Poem


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.


Monday, February 29,2016

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6 - Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Nomophobia.


Mobile phone has
enslaved us almost
all times of the day.
Our one hand remains curled
even before the first sun ray.
We look into it
every now and then.
Whether moving alone
or in the midst of men.
Most of our daily chores
are done by it very fast.
With free Wi-Fi we roam
throughout the world.
It knows our secrets,
its SIM is our soul,
the rest of it is one
of our body parts.

Business, banking, teaching,
entertainment and what not.
All are possible
over finger touch.
Many friends in face book,
What's app.
No bosom friend
in our neighbourhood
to guide, attend and help.
No more hob-nobbing
with co-passengers
in travels and tour.
All remain engrossed
in their sets all over.

No doubt it has become
a marvellous device for all.
But eyes, ears, mouth and
brains work much more.
No time to take a full nap,
worries, restlessness
and blood pressure go up.
Mishaps, accidents occur
much more in
moving train and bus.
Fear of being offline(FOBO)
keeps us on our toes.
Hopefully little hands
would develop on ears
to carry the phones.
Our hands would be
free from carrying burden.

No longer nightmarish
is the missing of kids
and cash.
A mobile phone lost
or misplaced causes
untold immense distress.
Great anxiety over
phone-less-ness and
no inter net.
Not only a teen age addiction,
people of all ages
are captivated.

How to alleviate symptoms
of nomophobia,
a new and modern disease
of XXI century,
would be added
to our pharmacopoeia.


Thursday, January 27,2022

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7 - Poem by Jak Black

A Fresh Start.


The old man sat in his fireside chair,
His old dog lay at his feet.
Silence, pregnant with regret.
Answers incomplete.

'What if? ' He asked his faithful friend,
'What if you die before I do?
Or if it happens I go first,
What will become of you? '

'It's been just we two for many years,
Family have we none.
The closest of bonds we share, my pal.
You're my surrogate only son.'

The old dog opened just one eye,
Sees master prone upon the chair.
His eye then closed, his final sleep.
Two pals, no longer there.

Their lives they lived together.
In death they ne'er will part.
For somewhere in the great beyond
They'll make a fresh new start.


Monday, December 28,2020

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8 - Poem by Rachel Hughes

God Wanted Daughters


Some religions teach that a women

Is property owned by a man.

That the female is inferior.

And shouldn't be allowed to stand.

Don't listen to the lies.

These false teachers teach.

Don't listen to the lies.

These false preachers preach.

Just listen to your mama, when I say.

Chorus

God wanted daughters; I know this to be true.

God wanted daughters; sons alone just won't do.

We have a father above, who wanted daughters to love.

From the beginning of time, he knew.

God wanted daughters, so he made me and you.

God doesn't see us any different.

Then a man or a boy.

We were not made to be played with.

Like some throw away toy.

Don't believe what they do.

We are not to be bruised.

Don't believe what they do.

We are not to be used.

Just believe in yourself and shine for me every day.

Bridge

Because Jesus died.

He removed the curse of Eve.

So go forth my child and just believe.


Thursday, June 9,2022

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9 - Poem by Tony Giannotti

My Dark Place


I'm sitting here in my Dark Place,
afraid to look at the shadow of my face.
I think it's sunny outside, as I peak through the curtain, but I don't even know this for certain.
Oh Lord, I'm here in the pit! Why did send you me here?
I sit alone, my company, my Fear!

Is this punishment for my sinning
soul? If so, please no more, it's taking its toll!
I pray for a light at the end of the tunnel.
My spirit is draining, down that ever present funnel!
Forgive me My Lord, I've betrayed your will, as I sit in my Dark Place, forever still!


Sunday, May 29,2022

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10 - Poem by George Russell Cook

Little Miss Muffet


Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey,
A spider who spied her
Sat down beside her
And said 'Now you run away'
But Little Miss Muffet who sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey,
Said to the spider who spied her
And sat down beside her
'Nick off or you've seen your last day'
So the spider who spied her
And sat down beside her
Hurriedly scurried away
To let Little Miss Muffet sit on a tuffet,
And finish her curds and whey.


Friday, June 24,2022

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11 - Poem by fairly_random_poetry (frp)

Glass Lifeboat


Failure and fallacy,
has sent too much
that's bad to me.
Headache slowly
drowning me.
Oceans deep,
no self-esteem.

Expectations,
cultural norms.
If life is weather,
I'm the storms.

Never settled,
never clam.
I feel no happiness,
cause only harm.

More than a crack
in my lifeboat of glass.
In a stormy ocean
I sink too fast.


Saturday, June 11,2022

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Readers,

Well, folks, I hope you've enjoyed some of the poems here, and that you will take the time to leave a comment, AND perhaps even visit some of the poets' pages to leave comments there.

Thanks for joining me here. I HOPE this computer cooperates in getting these to you.

:)

Be well.

bri Edwards [on PH] aka Brian Edward Whitaker [in 'The Real World']

From the hills of South Carolina, U.S.A.

August 16th,2022

See you in September?








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