"bri" poems
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•
re-
kindle
the spark
that governed
this game•the fire
that once burnt as bri-
ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
pro
tect
the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart save the you will
isn't candle need
ready and to see
to make nur- me
sense ture with
of the it this
dark• to in-
fla- sig-
me• nia
as my
mark
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Stevieg and Karen you could feel the heat, of
the fire that is. Looking in to each others
eyes as both recited soppy love poetry. I'll
write you a song let us walk in the woods
suggested Stevie.G.
As they entered a deserted
hotel Stevieg did change from who he used to
be as a piano could be heard by Karen is that
the shining in G major? As Stevieg grabbed a
fire axe HOLY **** screamed Karen as he came
running, in a room she did hide kneeling down
nervously, then the axe hit the door repeatedly,
as it began to splinter the final blow and through
a head came screaming HERE'S STEVIEG.. with
.a final scream the axe was buried deep, Stevieg
ran to the camp Tadpole asking whats that on
your shirt, corn syrup he said nervously.
Lolly was talking to tadpole about the Sons of Anarchy,
I was biker once said tadpole would you like to see
how I ride? blushing Lolly said sorry Charlie Hunnam
is the only ride I want on me. Tadpole and Stevieg
followed by Bri Mar a little too drunk now went
skinny dipping as it was a lake and free. All laughed
as they hadn’t done anything like this since there
teens asking Lolly to join in but Charlie Hunnam
turned up and said you ready for that ride? A
smile from Lolly could be seen.
Swimming
drunkenly around but in the distance could be
heard a song. The jaws music this could not be.
It grew louder they swam for the shore as Tadpole
sank beneath the water now red as the two
thrashed fiercely but then Bri Mar disappeared
as he screamed **** YOU FISHY.. Stevieg was
about to climb ashore thinking he’d survived but
there was one more surprise as he was kicked
in to the water by Jambo the last words he heard
that’s what happens when you disagree with
me, then jaws opened wide the shark swallowed
him whole never again to be seen.
TUNE IN FOR THE FINALE TOMORROW*
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
you wear your ulterior motives around your neck like a no
ose or a beaded choker you know you have weird style yo
u don't need reminding its not supposed to hurt when ****
boys with high libidos take and break but you've got eyes
that remind them who's in control they think you're *****
y and whatever you totally are it's okay to howl at the mo
on every once in awhile they'll make you want to slide into
a sinkhole or be swallowed in the soft wet soil but you've
got a hidden agenda for when you smile the sun shines bri
ght no one can deny a witch like you when you sing for ma
ma earth your soft skin makes plants grow what's a minor
heartbreak when a tsunami could wash away an entire vill
age at least you have patience
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
The King stood tall
mountain top
..... .....
.... ....
upon his.... .....
many
And stood in awe of his many many beautiful things
many
He s l o w l y waltzed across his marble bri-----dge
l
f a
n t
(Subconciously) Seeking to i e his mind
n t
f a
l
i s
Vivacious v and roaring r v r
a l y s e
l e
. high
.
.
Puffed his chest up well and.
His al- zi- g.- continued slow in pace
w t n
Until he dnuora denrut and beheld his castle
Stepping b...a. . . . c . . . . . k for a better look
Acc e l l e r a t i n g towards the led
g
e
And just before The King could see such greatness
over
He stepped and had his f
a
l
l.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
My heart is now in so much pain.
My tears are falling like pouring rain.
I can no longer sleep a full night.
I can no longer fight.
We broke each other's hearts.
We were torn apart.
We are no longer together.
What happened to forever?
No one can save me from the dark's might.
This time there will be no light.
I'm not going to fight.
There's no reason to.
When I did fight, it was for you.
I know I never did show how I felt.
Just believe me,
every time I saw you,
my heart would melt.
Just know...
I loved you then,
I love you still.
I promise
I always will.
I don't know why
we had to say our goodbyes...
but I'll love you till the day I die.
My heart is broken,
but I still have hope.
One day
we might get back together.
Maybe next time will be forever.
written by:
© Bri
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
*My poisonous love - A poetic soul
The modification of puckish heart- A cold - blooded bowl
full of your deviant love
stirred with the taste of your strawberry lips , I howl
Real night comes along midnight tranquility
I hear the echoes of yous, Oh cold - Breeze
drives me to your enthral heart
making me lost inside you; 'bout your spellbind heat...
.. resided to your deepen love belonged to mine
With night, you undress your flowery spirit for me, A sly
I rolled up the whole drooling persona of yours with... in the blanket
like a heart seems to be hooked up with its every salacious beat,
~ Oh My French romance & your Italian love so Italic ~
Habibi, I sing you a lullaby
Like a God blessing the whole heart, deeply
The game's made to be over, but not my love, sweetly
Sanorita, Maria, Bri-bee, hey, Nina bonita, oh honey-bee
whatever your name is; wherever you reside to, my spirit needs you completely.*
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Depression- Deb
Suicidal- Sue
Anorexia- Ana
Bulimia- Mia
Self- Harm- Cat
Schizophrenia- Sophie
Bipolar-Bri
ADD/ ADHD- Addie
Ednos- Ellie
OCD- Olive
Borderline- Bella
Paranoia- Perry
Insomnia- Izzy
Maybe, Just maybe our worst nightmares are real.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
rain falls consolidated
dust it opens up gutters
outside the pristine bank doors there was (there were)
a bird (birds), and a
girl (laughter), and a passenger
side rear-view wing
mirror (spider's long gone) we saw
everything always
party to the low lights
disappearing
days (weeks, decades, et cetera),
how does this just keep happening?
the endless benefits of
a three week
tooth whitening regime you'll
be
so
popular
with all the cool kids
gutter bees wax shoe polish finish forever
in
your midlife
so bri quets; rain:
ame (雨)
pleure, Βροχή, pluvia
वर्षा, წვიმა
lullabies in cold words, shuffled
you, singular field,
words, words, worlds away,
you and I still fall you and I still I.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
As they all sat around the camp fire reading to
each other poetic rhyme, there were many who
would not last the night at camp forward what
or who would meet there demise?
Sue was writing ***** things you could see it
in her eyes. The others around the camp fire
was Brother Newton, Orchidee, & Karen, they
were talking philosophy… Bri mar & Grandma
were talking rather intensely about meanings
of life & religion agreeing to disagree.
Lolly was laughing with Ant, Poetic T &
Tadpole about his latest creation in stiches for
all to see. Jambo didn’t laugh he just quite
abruptly disagreed.
It was late, the fire once fierce now red embers
could all only see. Good night Sue said it’s
getting late for me, she needed the toilet but
full were all three so in to the woods she was
shown a good spot to ***
As she squatted a bear trap went off cutting
Sue in to three. Her scream unheard as only
things that go bump in the night could be
heard aloud in the trees.
Brother Newton went off to sleep only to be
awoken as someone carried him off trapped
in his sleeping bag was he, In the background
Alice cooper could be heard, the man behind the
mask as he was violently smashed against the tree.
Brother Newton now left as all that could be seen
was a red soaked sleeping bag sinking in to the
lake near camp never again to be seen.
Grandma went off with Orchidee to pray, but
as they approached the alter tubular bells could
be heard as the cross fell or was it pushed?
And nailed under the cross were both. We forgive
they both said as there life left for another less
blood soaked place..
To Be Continued
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
It’s a slow slide to somewhere else...
He shuffles, stumbles stammers and he sleeps.
He knows I am his brother.
I help him go for a wee in a bowl,
we’re standing by the commode.
He shuffles back to his comfy chair
but only with my help.
“Are you my brother?”
“I am,” I say.
Six years is a biggish gap between siblings.
‘Our Brian’ tolerated me...
”Take Chris to the pictures”...
”Aw Mum, I’m 18... he’s only 12!!!”
He headed on out with his mates, smirking,
waving a ciggie and a beer.
But, when he needed a whizzo batsman for his cricket team,
who knew?
I was strangely unavailable...
But, I capitulated and said “OK I’ll play for you!” We won!
At 81 he shuffles, he stammers, stumbles and he sleeps.
He employed 300 people in factories overseas,
spoke with authority, negotiating with emperors -
always with total ease.
Today he talks in whispers, his larynx squeaks;
clatters like a broken pipe, every time he speaks...
He shuffles, he stammers, stumbles and he sleeps
...for most of every day.
“
I am your brother aren’t I?”
“You certainly are”, I say.
He was the head of magistrates handing down the law...
I joked... I called him ‘hang ‘em high Bri’,
him judging slightly to the right of Atilla the ***
I remind him of his past... and we smile ...
(because of course it wasn’t true)....
The last thing to die will be his sense of fun.
He shuffles, stammers, stumbles and he sleeps.
He played prop forward for Moseley’s first fifteen,
maybe his problems started way back when...
too many head clashes, line outs, scrum downs...
That’s the last thing you’d think about back then.
But there’s long term damage you might do...by just ‘being’.
He stumbles, stammers, shuffles,
dummies
and scores in his dreams...as he sleeps.
He even went to garden parties at the Queen’s Equery’s behest
as well as, whilst in India, often - he’d be a Maharajah’s guest.
And, when you mention it, he just smiles wryly
and stares, with rictus grin. He IS in there!
But that’s the trouble though... sometimes he IS locked IN!
He stumbles, stammers, shuffles, smiles -
and he does love to rest.
But sometimes he will rally with a string of memories
all lucid and true... and, if there’s food involved
well, he’ll be at the table way ahead of you.
That’s the quick shuffle!
He makes good progress
through all his favourite stuff,
Then he’ll lie in his reclining chair
and enjoy that customary nap
You watch him closely - making sure he’s still breathing
- thank heavens for that!
He stumbles, wheezes when he talks -
and shuffles when he walks...
He shuffles, stumbles...then he sleeps!
“You are my brother aren’t you?”
“You know I am - for keeps!
Love you Bri!”
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
Congratulations!
You are now the proud owner of a girl...
You have successfully made her into the mechanical, fun- loving, intelligent, perfect, only spoken when spoken to, gracefu, lovi, wonde, beau, bri, fa, a,
p
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f
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daughter.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
...and then she hugs me closer to her
where her scents intoxicate me,
fate decrees and I agree
its been a lovely
day.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Oo I'm too stubborn
So just tell me your love me
One more time before i go
Let me get a bit closer
I know I don't show it often
But all I think of is you
Never want to leave your side
Forget studying
I rather get to know your favorite
Rave memories
Wasn't around much before
So let me spend the night
To make up for lost time
Don't ever think there's better for me
No lie bri, you're a blessing
Coming to save me from wasting my
Time being lonely
Let me explain
How I really feel when I see you
Over candle lights and trap music
I'm so down for you, I just might
Put a...
Nothing is getting in the way of my happiness
So give me time to get used to
Going out and holding hands
Spending the weekend with your family
Took a while for you to fully trust me
So let me make some announcements
To the world that it's no longer complicated
I'm no longer afraid of losing you
Cause everything you put up with
Shows me you're the really down for me
No more wasting time,
I'm so in love with you, I just might put
A ring on it before I leave
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
A gift from God
A gift from God ......she's meant to be
A precious present...... sent to me
An Angel from ..... the Stars above
A wonderous soul .... so filled with love
A love I know ..... will not forsake
But always give ..... and never take
Such wisdom in ..... her eyes I see
But ... the heart of a child .....so filled with glee
In my thoughts ..... she'll always stay
Whether near ..... or far away
I love her so very much...... you see
This angel sent ..... from God to me
My precious child, ...... whose name is Bri
Written by Crampaw
Dedicated to Briana
Dennis Gilchrist
copyright 2005
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
"We are sort of best friends I guess."
"Yeah, we totally are."
"Totally."
"This is all happening really fast."
"You're ******
"No, I never am."
A brief summary of
every conversation
we ever stammered through.
Besides the awkward first
I love you's
and the last good byes of the evening.
No preference or preconceived ideas.
Always as honest as we were brave enough to be.
Tirelessly battling the quirks that piggyback
a friendship in fast forward.
A terminal one at that.
"Do you think I'm weird?"
"You are what you are."
And somehow there are a million
stories I want to tell.
******* Boonville,
and Demon Bri,
and getting dishes with Minnie Mouse.
How did all of this happen?
We never even had the time.
"I'm going to be alone here."
"You'll find someone."
"I want you."
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
I would love if people would send me the story about the first time they fell in love. It doesn't have to be about a person. Please please please leave me stories to wake up to.
~Bri
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
every church service
should be an open
poetry reading; w/o
enough poets there
can still be reading;
passing around bread
& wine, maybe a
nice wheel of bri;
religious art should
be graffiti; passion
plays girlie-shows;
beauty contests
straight out of the
book of Esther;
that is, in the ****
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
sleep this most and Spring to lie
with tired tress and awkward thigh
apart that bit where winter slept
but now where stock and petals kept
a garden small and fragile sleeps
a'tween the hull and meadows deep
tha' bumbles bri' wi' nettled buzz
an' blooms with light an' shocks o' fuzz
a little rill there constant speaks
of need to want for constant peaks
(as like the bee that tends to pistil
the water feels to drink of thistle)
and feel the full when sharply stuck
by root and stem of urgent pluck
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
I doubled up my wake up
just to clear the cob webs away.
Attempted to numb my mind
before it had a chance to
start thinking again.
Waited for the *****
to come before
I brushed my teeth.
What I gave up was
clear mostly air
with a trace of
Orange juice and
stale Bar Peanuts.
I felt less as I
pressed my only good shirt
with too much steam
and not enough starch.
I keep remembering the
last time we talked
but can't seem to
recall how it ended.
I can't help but
be angry.
No saying good bye.
No invite.
No real reason why.
We're all on own when
it comes to our Demons.
There's no second chance
when you play with the
Serpents.
The pain is from knowing
I'm now much more alone.
The tears I released were
those of true sorrow.
You won't see them again.
I cry only once for a friend.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
Short and light skinned
Oh b, those photos you send me
Have me feeling a certain type of way
Wish I could lay with you just to
Give you a kiss in the mornin'
Oh yeah I need to say that I've fallen since that
One day I finally got to see you in person
We may have our problems
Let call this a Boomarang
We always find each other
When i realize it's been too
Long since I sent you an blush face emoji
B can't you see I'm still digging you
Couple years later
Remember dancing at my cousins party
Man I wish you have never left that day
Not interested in investing more time
With anyone else
There just isn't replacing the crazy b
I'm deep in love with
You like to rave
And I like to dance all night
Let's get together and dance to some dope mellow music
Can we make it official so I can
Go scream in the street
"I finally got bri back"
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC