Bri Edwards Quotes

Give me a spoon and i shall eat ice cream! hell, give me ice cream, and i'll eat it, spoon or not! !

Don't worry 'PoemHunter', i will NOT 'forget' that this quote can't be edited once it's submitter/published. Pay close attention to this PH (my once dear 'friend' on the Internet) . 'Bri will struggle to be active on PH, for my sake, and the sakes of those i've met and 'enjoyed' here.....even if i have to Google their names & poemhunter, e.g. 'bri edwards poemhunter' in order to find their PH pages.

This is NOT MY POEM, but i want to share it. It was when I was just in class three Hovering around the tenth year of age Something bothered me in the hours wee A sweetness, an aroma, sweat Or was it the morning dew on grass That kept me awake Rolling on my smelly bed With a sweetness that blazed my glands I don't know, I can't tell But there was she My classmate With jasmine teeth A dance perched on her feet Bothering my budding masculinity I knew I wanted her I couldn't make out what for In a frenzy that engulfed me Like a forest fire then I wrote On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack Slit open like a bleeding heart What I felt, the first love letter In words that moved like ants All over me and my heart I handed it to her brother Two years younger In secret, behind the school toilet yonder Hoping it would reach and vanquish her But, there was the maths teacher Fondling his scorpion tail moustache Watching the goings-on Who intercepted the missive From the hands of the shivering brother I thought I was in for hell Punishment, beatings, no one can tell But nothing happened to my surprise Till at last I noticed The school headmistress at my fence In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend I was playing behind my house Rolling stones in the setting sun Like a forlorn Ulysses adorned in sweat Yet I knew I was their subject Days passed and Diwali came The Indian festival of lights It was time for the early morning bath Under the glistening stars My mom poured warm water over me from a tub And I misbehaved in a gleeful jump She cautioned and slapped me on my thigh With a fire unknown in her eyes "Idiot, have you begun Writing love letters at this age? " That was the first and last time She ever beat me A lovely mother was she And, often I wonder what happened To that passionate missive of mine Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds Over fences and thorns and profusely bled And withered in the sun and rain Decayed down the channels of time And I met her of late one of these days At a temple festival when I braved To tell her about my missive missed That perhaps could have changed our fate She laughed out in a guffaw An aging grandma of three And I could see at sixty-eight Her jasmines were still intact What more could a lover want When he has only a toothless smile In exchange, Oh, why do we age? Madathil Rajendran Nair Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain

PoemHunter took a nosedive about two years ago, but has rebounded some since then, THANK GOODNESS. Some former members have fled for other sites. Thankfully, some of the oldtimers have hung around, some, I think, because we are not asked to pay to use this site. But, if asked, I just MIGHT pay. Yes, it's been said one cannot sqeeze water out of a stone, but maybe....? Some members I believe have died since PH's changes first went into effect, BUT I don't blame PH for THAT, ....though the changes were a really big shock. I'm still adjusting. Yes, there were some horrible changes made on this SITE, enough to make me drive off into the NIGHT, except I don't have a car, so I wouldn't get far!

HOW COME aka 'WHY' are the instructions here almosts invisible to my two eyes! ? ? Doen's PH look at its own pages as members must here to leave a quote? ! Ha!

HOW COME aka 'WHY' are the instructions here almosts invisible to my two eyes! ? ?

HOW COME aka 'WHY' are the instructions here almosts invisible to my two eyes! ? ? Call me late for supper, call me late to bed or to rise, but DON'T CALL ME 'dishonest' or I may shoot you 'tween thine eyes!

I just skimmed down PH's 'Best Poets of Members'. I recognized 3 or a few more of them only and I've been here about 11 years. Does this tell you anything about PH? ;) AND, I'm not on the list! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! :)))))))))

Well, Cowboy Ron Williams, One need not need a reason in order to make a rhyme, AND neither does making a rhyme guarantee the poet that s/he does or will possess 'Reason'. bri :)

On January 26th? 2021 a quote was posted from me to YOU, readers, but since PH does NOT allow editing-after-publishing you will have to figure out how I would edit the typo in that 2 1/2 y.o. qoute! ! ! ! Ain't this FUN? ? BRI edwards.....aka.....[[ in the 'real world' as ]] Brian Edward Whitaker, born in 1948.... somewhere on this Earth, .... I think. p.s. Kim Barney told me that HE HAD SUCCESSFULLY EDITED ONE OR MORE QUOTES. I INVESTIGATED HIS CLAIM AND DICOVERED HOW IT IT DONE. IF you WANT TO KNOW HOW TO DO IT, I WILL TELL YOU HOW...IN EXCHANGE FOR 4 GALLONS OF MY FAVORITE ICE CREAM, A 'HAND' OR TWO OF 1/2 RIPE BANANAS AND AN ASSORTMENT OF TOPPINGS. :) BRI EDWARDS