"bridgette" poems - Hello Poetry

He had just sat down to dinner at the Heart Attack Grill. The fab Las Vegas nightspot where the fatties eat their fill A place where the morbidly obese and Summo wannabees can chow down to their heart’s content cause Fatties eat for free. Nurse Bridgette brought his burger and he started feeling ill. As he slurped his triple milkshake did he feel a sudden chill? Was it the unfiltered cigarettes He went through by the pack? Or the triple bypass burger that brought on his heart attack? He started turning purple and was rolling on the floor. He was regretting his decision to bypass that health food store. Nurse Bridgette practiced CPR and dialed emergency. Thanks to her ministrations He'll make a full recovery.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

The Triple Bypass Burger

He had just sat down to dinner at the Heart Attack Grill. The fab Las Vegas nightspot where the fatties eat their fill A place where the morbidly obese and Summo wannabees can chow down to their heart’s content cause Fatties eat for free. Nurse Bridgette brought his burger and he started feeling ill. As he slurped his triple milkshake did he feel a sudden chill? Was it the unfiltered cigarettes He went through by the pack? Or the triple bypass burger that brought on his heart attack? He started turning purple and was rolling on the floor. He was regretting his decision to bypass that health food store. Nurse Bridgette practiced CPR and dialed emergency. Thanks to her ministrations He'll make a full recovery.

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Lincoln Highway moved more like a dance than a road It drifted like the wind corroded the earth to guide me home. The colors of the coming autumn careened down, painting the asphalt canvas below. I had left Latrobe less than an hour ago but crossed into a distant world where the overgrown homes of old remained among the ancient trees breathing and watching me. Weathered red paint running down dilapidated barns like wax melting from a candle's wick. So star spangled Americana it would not do it justice to refer to it as just the sticks. There was something profound happening; the "American Dream" was dying here and I was to bear witness as the shinning city on the hill fell into the metaphorical sea. Spellbound in this catastrophe, my ego still finds a way to make it all about me. I could not help but wonder if Andy would remember our talk about technology; if Eamon and Bridgette would forget us three walking hand in hand through the wood and down the tracks, battling back the inebriation in the cold, hard black of a September night. If these moments meant anything to anyone but me. My eyes locked on the horizon line that rested atop a mountain peak. I thought about how I left you, left you three words short of having me complete. And I'd be lying if I didn't say I contemplated running back to you to speak what went unsaid because home is not a place but a thought in one's head. You were home but I kept on driving past the bones of a dying dream letting my dreams die a little too quietly inside of me.

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC

j-r-potts

Lincoln Highway

Lincoln Highway moved more like a dance than a road It drifted like the wind corroded the earth to guide me home. The colors of the coming autumn careened down, painting the asphalt canvas below. I had left Latrobe less than an hour ago but crossed into a distant world where the overgrown homes of old remained among the ancient trees breathing and watching me. Weathered red paint running down dilapidated barns like wax melting from a candle's wick. So star spangled Americana it would not do it justice to refer to it as just the sticks. There was something profound happening; the "American Dream" was dying here and I was to bear witness as the shinning city on the hill fell into the metaphorical sea. Spellbound in this catastrophe, my ego still finds a way to make it all about me. I could not help but wonder if Andy would remember our talk about technology; if Eamon and Bridgette would forget us three walking hand in hand through the wood and down the tracks, battling back the inebriation in the cold, hard black of a September night. If these moments meant anything to anyone but me. My eyes locked on the horizon line that rested atop a mountain peak. I thought about how I left you, left you three words short of having me complete. And I'd be lying if I didn't say I contemplated running back to you to speak what went unsaid because home is not a place but a thought in one's head. You were home but I kept on driving past the bones of a dying dream letting my dreams die a little too quietly inside of me.

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found she had broken in was naked but for my dress shirt unbuttoned but covering her shoulders on my bed reading my copy of Dostoevsky I had the NY Times in my hand the cigarette burnt down my finger like a reminder to wake up let it burn pain had left my being blonde and sweet , not the blonde of Marilyn Bridgette but the sanctified sweet of Faye Dunaway , smoke lingered wafted tobacco and burnt flesh simmering told her, anytime, didn't expect this, she paid me no attention acted or read like she was engrossed in the greatest thoughts of social reform or the realisms of crime and punishments maybe debating socialism and capitalism there naked in my shirt taking the novelists cue I undressed laid down acting casual worldly when she asked me the oddest question you like Dostoevsky we debated the rest of the day week night dark and days bright she left such a sweet scent on my shirt the window she busted has never been fixed

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May 28, 2017

May 28, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC

wordvango

eternal broken window

found she had broken in was naked but for my dress shirt unbuttoned but covering her shoulders on my bed reading my copy of Dostoevsky I had the NY Times in my hand the cigarette burnt down my finger like a reminder to wake up let it burn pain had left my being blonde and sweet , not the blonde of Marilyn Bridgette but the sanctified sweet of Faye Dunaway , smoke lingered wafted tobacco and burnt flesh simmering told her, anytime, didn't expect this, she paid me no attention acted or read like she was engrossed in the greatest thoughts of social reform or the realisms of crime and punishments maybe debating socialism and capitalism there naked in my shirt taking the novelists cue I undressed laid down acting casual worldly when she asked me the oddest question you like Dostoevsky we debated the rest of the day week night dark and days bright she left such a sweet scent on my shirt the window she busted has never been fixed

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Here is a little poem of love sent your way to the four most important people in my life in your lives my love grows and here you all will stay From the time of each of your births I was in bliss holding you for the very first time with tears of happiness on your heads I did kiss Couldn't wait till I held you in my arms counting each finger and every toe from this day forward I knew I had my lucky charms So precious and beautiful; from me you will not be taken I'm so very proud to be called your mom my wonderful girls Brittney, Tiffany, Bridgette, and Laken Years have gone by so quickly it seem your all almost grown to live your own lives no mater the distance you will always be in my dream Brittney your 20 and your a beautiful woman in college now I give you support and do your best what ever you do please don't throw in the towel Laken your 18 and you too are in college just like your big sis set your goals but too far where you cant reach even though were miles apart I send you this kiss Tiffany your 14 and your first year of high school wow where did time go don't be breaking those boys hearts but, always remember let your true self show Bridgette your 13, andmy youngest and the last of them all so pretty and smart hope to follow your big sisters just remember if you need me just give me a call As for my truly wonderful girls I love so dear I miss you with all my heart and soul Please do your best and don't have any fear Happiness is the way to unlock the heart with a key never doubt yourselves my loves Love to you my precious ones Tiffany, Laken, Bridgette and Brittney Love always Mom

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Nov 17, 2009

Nov 17, 2009 at 8:33 AM UTC

kathleen-d-weibe

Love Sent From Afar

Here is a little poem of love sent your way to the four most important people in my life in your lives my love grows and here you all will stay From the time of each of your births I was in bliss holding you for the very first time with tears of happiness on your heads I did kiss Couldn't wait till I held you in my arms counting each finger and every toe from this day forward I knew I had my lucky charms So precious and beautiful; from me you will not be taken I'm so very proud to be called your mom my wonderful girls Brittney, Tiffany, Bridgette, and Laken Years have gone by so quickly it seem your all almost grown to live your own lives no mater the distance you will always be in my dream Brittney your 20 and your a beautiful woman in college now I give you support and do your best what ever you do please don't throw in the towel Laken your 18 and you too are in college just like your big sis set your goals but too far where you cant reach even though were miles apart I send you this kiss Tiffany your 14 and your first year of high school wow where did time go don't be breaking those boys hearts but, always remember let your true self show Bridgette your 13, andmy youngest and the last of them all so pretty and smart hope to follow your big sisters just remember if you need me just give me a call As for my truly wonderful girls I love so dear I miss you with all my heart and soul Please do your best and don't have any fear Happiness is the way to unlock the heart with a key never doubt yourselves my loves Love to you my precious ones Tiffany, Laken, Bridgette and Brittney Love always Mom

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Fog Horn Crowning Light Upon the Unseen Revealing Star Sorrows Journey Broken Promises Flesh Dyin Gods Promise Still Alive Rubin.... A Man By the See A Lover .......and a Friend Life unfolding Two Paths Now Cry For Me Lover Pain Of a Shattered Kingdom And The Violence Of a Stolen Heart A Wife's **** Rothko's RED Caste Out Before The World For Nothing.. Unwillingness Betrayed Heart Torn Open Refusing The Violations Of a False God HORROR Unveiling Fighting for Life Fires of Dismantling Families Betrayal Eternity I keeping Power of Prayer CLAIM me NOW AMMA Mary GAIA Lakshmii Bridgette ISIS Demeter KALI Rachel GoddesSes All And Yet there is only ONE Marry Me

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC

kw3

Wailing Wall

Fog Horn Crowning Light Upon the Unseen Revealing Star Sorrows Journey Broken Promises Flesh Dyin Gods Promise Still Alive Rubin.... A Man By the See A Lover .......and a Friend Life unfolding Two Paths Now Cry For Me Lover Pain Of a Shattered Kingdom And The Violence Of a Stolen Heart A Wife's **** Rothko's RED Caste Out Before The World For Nothing.. Unwillingness Betrayed Heart Torn Open Refusing The Violations Of a False God HORROR Unveiling Fighting for Life Fires of Dismantling Families Betrayal Eternity I keeping Power of Prayer CLAIM me NOW AMMA Mary GAIA Lakshmii Bridgette ISIS Demeter KALI Rachel GoddesSes All And Yet there is only ONE Marry Me

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I stayed inside most of today And watched Netflix Somehow, as soon as I envisioned you as Colin Firth In Bridgette Jones's Diary, I couldn't help but think "Am I your Renee Zelweger?" I certainly ramble a lot And say things I end up regretting I don't make sense sometimes I do silly things I get into uncomfortable situations a lot I certainly believe that I embarrassed you as well But we didn't end up together Like Mark and Bridgette Every time he kissed her My toes would tingle As I remembered the way you kissed me And when they went to bed together I remembered things about you I have tried hard to forget You are my Mark And I used to be your Bridgette Jones But I am not her anymore You have a new girlfriend But she is more like a lost puppy Than your leading lady

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Mar 6, 2015

Mar 6, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC

TheHopelessRomantic

Bridget Jones's Diary

I stayed inside most of today And watched Netflix Somehow, as soon as I envisioned you as Colin Firth In Bridgette Jones's Diary, I couldn't help but think "Am I your Renee Zelweger?" I certainly ramble a lot And say things I end up regretting I don't make sense sometimes I do silly things I get into uncomfortable situations a lot I certainly believe that I embarrassed you as well But we didn't end up together Like Mark and Bridgette Every time he kissed her My toes would tingle As I remembered the way you kissed me And when they went to bed together I remembered things about you I have tried hard to forget You are my Mark And I used to be your Bridgette Jones But I am not her anymore You have a new girlfriend But she is more like a lost puppy Than your leading lady

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(Continued from 6/10) The forest was so dense, he could not recognize whether it is day or night- but, suddenly he realized that some kind of bright light is emitting from the lucky charm which was hanging from his neck, so that he could see the front clearly. Gilbert never realize how many sun sets and rises in between, but he never stopped- as if some unknown power is giving his all the strengths. That bright light lets his way towards the darkest corner of the forest, where the spiritual ghost lives- “no one is allowed to pass by this portion of the forest…”, he heard a heavy voice, as if talking over his shoulder. He mumbles, shivered in fear, but kept himself cool, rigid, confident- he asked, ….(something in whisper…), however, before asking anything, the voice said, “I know you Gilbert, son of Ryan and Alice, you came here for bringing back the soul of Bridgette, your younger sister..” They talked a lot- a lot about life, a lot about after life, a lot about the creation of life…. Continued….

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Sep 14, 2021

Sep 14, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC

hakikur-rahman

Gilbert and the Spiritual Ghost (7/10)

(Continued from 6/10) The forest was so dense, he could not recognize whether it is day or night- but, suddenly he realized that some kind of bright light is emitting from the lucky charm which was hanging from his neck, so that he could see the front clearly. Gilbert never realize how many sun sets and rises in between, but he never stopped- as if some unknown power is giving his all the strengths. That bright light lets his way towards the darkest corner of the forest, where the spiritual ghost lives- “no one is allowed to pass by this portion of the forest…”, he heard a heavy voice, as if talking over his shoulder. He mumbles, shivered in fear, but kept himself cool, rigid, confident- he asked, ….(something in whisper…), however, before asking anything, the voice said, “I know you Gilbert, son of Ryan and Alice, you came here for bringing back the soul of Bridgette, your younger sister..” They talked a lot- a lot about life, a lot about after life, a lot about the creation of life…. Continued….

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what happens when Dark Fetish meets Radiance Sutra finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack of needles a dog meowing night park astral planes with erections a chromosphere with starry swollen labium a purity purge, then taking it back a pro life run away embryo Debbie Dare and Bridgette Beware with 3rd eyes blinking like traffic lights trying to become tasty while turning up their bottoms for starving breatharians who can't resist the allures of Pandora's portable rubber genitals they bought at the five and dime tinsel towns Queen ***** Emporium not everyone can walk in the light of truth some people burn like country fair corn fed Iowa lesbians clucking kisses asleep and awake at the same time donut bumpers expecting the unexpected in an unfathomable matrix at a witches broom barn dance during partner swap night among straight couples who only like rococo Jekyll & Dad Samadhi health, wealth & unhappiness licking, spitting on each other and having tantric *** the wrong way you're safe now bwahhahhahaa codependent sadomasochists drift infinitely upward like psychotic marble roses while Queen Opalala @ ****** University gets **** buttered and buckarooed during the downward dog to the music of the spheres and poems to **** by a red head bed head **** in a cinematic pillow of flames mouthing her ruby red lips in a soft voice saying a day without being forced to her knees and a slap across the mouth is a day without sunshine

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Sep 17, 2021

Sep 17, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC

zebrablack

Dark Fetish Meets Radiance Sutra

what happens when Dark Fetish meets Radiance Sutra finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack of needles a dog meowing night park astral planes with erections a chromosphere with starry swollen labium a purity purge, then taking it back a pro life run away embryo Debbie Dare and Bridgette Beware with 3rd eyes blinking like traffic lights trying to become tasty while turning up their bottoms for starving breatharians who can't resist the allures of Pandora's portable rubber genitals they bought at the five and dime tinsel towns Queen ***** Emporium not everyone can walk in the light of truth some people burn like country fair corn fed Iowa lesbians clucking kisses asleep and awake at the same time donut bumpers expecting the unexpected in an unfathomable matrix at a witches broom barn dance during partner swap night among straight couples who only like rococo Jekyll & Dad Samadhi health, wealth & unhappiness licking, spitting on each other and having tantric *** the wrong way you're safe now bwahhahhahaa codependent sadomasochists drift infinitely upward like psychotic marble roses while Queen Opalala @ ****** University gets **** buttered and buckarooed during the downward dog to the music of the spheres and poems to **** by a red head bed head **** in a cinematic pillow of flames mouthing her ruby red lips in a soft voice saying a day without being forced to her knees and a slap across the mouth is a day without sunshine

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The girl struck up a conversation with me and before I checked my clock again we'd talked for ten minutes; I simply didn't care where the time went.

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Jul 31, 2022

Jul 31, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC

thepoetaaron

Bridgette

The girl struck up a conversation with me and before I checked my clock again we'd talked for ten minutes; I simply didn't care where the time went.

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Sitting on a bench by the river, alone, deep in thought, wondering, Soul stretching back, delving into the years, and then, You. May I join you? Years on your face, like me, but the smile and the light of you instantly draws me in, my heart racing, but all I hear is the river and your voice and I embrace it, the beauty of another human being drawing me into their life.

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC

dale-r-husar

Bridgette

Sitting on a bench by the river, alone, deep in thought, wondering, Soul stretching back, delving into the years, and then, You. May I join you? Years on your face, like me, but the smile and the light of you instantly draws me in, my heart racing, but all I hear is the river and your voice and I embrace it, the beauty of another human being drawing me into their life.

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