Best Brandi Poems
You fly high little angel
spread your wings and fly high
fly high little angel
reach your hands to the sky
got all of us asking ourselves why
you had to go so young
you were only five
now everytime we hear your name we'll want to cry
While staring up into the heavens throwing a Kiss to the sky
knowing your up there looking over us with that beautiful smile of yours
one that could lighten up every room
One that we all adored
we'll see you again one day babyboy
yeah we'll see you again one day
see you again one day babyboy
see you again one day
I catch myself crying each and every night
gripping my sheets and my covers tight
wishing you were here again id never let you out of my sight,
just wanting you here to hold tight
But knowing that your watching over our family
sometimes makes it just a little easier on me
and even though he took you before your time to go
you fly high little angel with your halo
Fly high little angel with your halo
this goes out to mat and brandi
and the rest of the shewmake family
can't forget the ones that are practically family
because you don't have to be blood to be ken to me
Another thing helping me cope at night
is closing my eyes and holding my hands together tight,
talking to him like I could see him in my sight
asking him if I'll ever be alright
right now id settle for just being ok
trying my best to make it through a day
where I'm not constantly wiping these tears away
asking all this as I pray
hoping he's listening to every word i say
knowing you'll be there waiting at the golden gates for me,
when it happens to be my time to leave
but for now cherishing every memory
till again you are reunited with me
just for now I'll have to let you go
so spread your wings and fly high little angel with your halo,
fly high little angel with your halo....
Bring back blonde babes
with big boobs and butts,
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and big boys
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of
Budweiser and, blue ribbon beer,
Besides the booze and beef burgers
on buns with bacon and baked beans
for brunch while they watch and
bet on baseball games or boxing matches.as
they banter with their buddies at the bar
or in the booths and bathroom.
The jukebox plays Blondie, Blues brothers
big Bands, Bono, Bananarama, Brandi, Billy Ray Cyrus.
Benny King., Backstreet boys., Beach Boys, Billy Idol
Bobby Brown, and so much more
at Big Busty Babes Bar
Bring your best buddies with you to
Big Busty babe's bar. Down on Broadway and Bakers Boulevards
Near Buster's Barbecue and Bobby's Billiards and Bank of America.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
She lays you down in bed
As you start to fall asleep
She stares at your face
While you start to dream
She rubs your head
In the motion of a stream,
As you finally dose
She looks at your eyes
You are now on an adventure
Searching in the skies.
The woman I speak of
Is also called mom
She makes sure you are happy
From dusk until dawn
She never gets mad
Over a mess of your toys
She doesn’t overact
When you make a lot of noise
The clock spins around
As time passes by
This young baby girl
Is now in Junior High,
More independent she stands
At this time in her life
She is starting to figure out
What’s wrong and what’s right
Although this is true
Her mother is still there
To comfort her in need
And stroke at her hair
The clock jumps again
To when the girl is eighteen
By this time in life
It is the world she has seen
Starting to pay bills
And live a bit free
Her mom is still there
Standing a bit back
But showing she still cares,
A few months pass
While the girl must engage
Not meaning a wedding
But walking a stage
This young adult
Is going to finish cool
As she grabs her diploma
And graduates high school
She feels so happy
To hold it in her hand
But way deep inside
This girl cannot hide
She know she would not be here
Without her mom by her side
She runs up to hug her
While down fall the tears
The clock has now skipped
A few more years
This girl is now twenty
Almost twenty-one
By the time her mom reads this
School will be done
The girls name is Brandi
I’m not talking about wine
The great name above
Is actually mine
My mom is my power
She keeps my head strong
She backs me up
Even when I’m in the wrong
Her name is Cindy
But I call her mom
This poem is for her
Because she is the bomb
The Poem was written by,
Brandi Nichole Hodgson
When I was 24, I would preach the gospel in Chicago projects, fearless and determined.
And I had a 2 year old, Autumn, that was mine by blood, and 3 boys that I mentored, Perrion,
Pierre, and Paris.
Every Saturday, we watched Cinderella featuring Brandi, the Sound of Music, and went to
NAVY Pier to walk and watch lake Michigan. I felt alive and strong and courageous.
Then in 1999 strange things began to happen in my head. Pretty soon I felt like I had fallen
off of the side of a mountain and broke of my emotional legs.
And I lost beautiful memories and things went black, and suddenly I was at the mercy of
healers who seemed to have neither the inclination nor the skills to get the job done.
And I was lost.
But there was one who was with me, who spoke to my soul, like Ezekiel did the dry bones of
this culture’s compassion, and brought water to my spirit.
But still I am afraid of fireflies and spiders, and I am afraid to walk in the very same nature
that I once embraced as a child in the Jersey Suburbs.
Yet this morning, I sang my youngest, a song from the Sound of Music, and though I could
not remember all of the words, I remembered that I am back on the mountain, and my legs
are almost well.
And though many accuse me and mine of self pity,
And though many would dream that all people were ,”strong and virile horses” who embraced
the “American Spirit of Competition” like racers out of the gates.
I tend to search for a more gentle solution.
For you know, I am not fully back on my best game, searching like so many for a past when I
was fully whole, hoping in a future where I am even more than I was before the beast had his
way with my personhood.
And in the meantime, I thank God for the journey.
For though there may be times when I see it as easier to walk into a selfish darkness where
the pain is gone,
When I see people on the street, I know at least some of their suffering, and I know that God
loves both them and me alike. For he has chosen us worthy of his loving touch and has given
us the opportunity to fellowship in his sufferings.
Amen.
Life...
It goes on
but a piece of me
never quite moves on.
So if I exhibit immaturity
It's bc I'm still rolling on
Advice from the young (r.i.p.)
That you gave to me
To motivate me to be strong
And even though I've grown
.....into my own wisdom
Sometimes I revert back
To your greenisms (youthful philosophy)
So no ones to say
'Cause only God knows
Who we'd each be today
.....If you weren't on that road.
I would be different...
That's not a thought
.....I too often face
But change, it's like
A ripple from the shore
......that shakes the whole lake
God doesn't make mistakes
we're exactly where we're meant to be
But I still can't help but wonder
If things would have went differently......
I'm just writing out
My inner curiosities
......No need to judge me
If I'm aloof and distant
Defiant and resistant
It's b/c I'm fighting and persistent
I'm all in with both fist in
Chasing dreams and running from demons
Sometimes the boundaries are seamless
Sometimes I land the blow
Sometimes I feel the sting
where life's swing is
But I march on like King did
Keep sight on what the dream is
He said follow my heart
To find happiness
....Even if it's not his
Sometimes I feel like
....he's the only one who knows me
He sees my greatness
And beautifies the ugly
He's seen it all
And he still loves me....
so if I'm wiser
Than what I should be
I'm lifted on the shoulders
.....of his maturity
Brandi Simpson - 2012
i could look at laura
all day
that perfect smile
and dental display
she has something
that she keeps in her smile
that says your welcome
and stay for a while
every show has guest stars
and this is true
our guest this week
is nabila
a special treat for me and you
"whoa" commercial time
she's so fine we are
going to have her "checked out"
to see if she's really worth
the fortune we see $$
i don't need an appraiser
she's worth it
and brandi, she's jerods girl
a thorn in his side
the light of his world
who is that woman from texas
with that big black man
don't ask me why i think she's sexy
i just know that she is
i like a middle aged woman
that still looks good
i'd meet her in person
if i only could
I can only imagine as I look towards the heavens the
beauty your eyes must have beheld as you entered
heavens gates.
What a magnificent paradise God has created for your
home coming, a sight only believers will ever behold.
I can only imagine you running, dancing and praising
God for the new body he has given you, no more sickness,
no more pain.
Finally, Brandi, you are a whole and beautiful young lady filled
with all the goodness God has to offer.
I can only imagine what our reunion will be like, when
one day we will all be together singing with the angels and
lifting our hands worshipping the lord.
At night when I lay my head on my pillow, and dream of you,
my beautiful daughter, I can only imagine.
"The Christmas Wars"
Christmas is never stolen
the parent dresses a tree
every year,
tenderly,
like adorning
a fragile child
caught between
the Christmas Wars
The Christmas of a
Ghost Past
sings silent nights
calling a dream
home, the dream
that matters most
like a golden star
set in its ways
holding its position steadfast,
high, as if to hold up a heart,
a burning light
to the lost child
Still Shining,
standing still
as if to hold time
a little while longer
Still shining,
standing still
Love never waives
in the yule
tidal pool of dreams
that
keeps on dreamin’
pearls
whispering
hugs 'n kisses
to a little girl
from magic shells,
worn as mermaid crowns
swimming with Silver Fin
the fuel that lights
The Lighthouse beacon
sending songs
to the absent siren
to all that is loved
a fragile child stolen
caught between
the Christmas Wars
The Christmas
of a Ghost Past
sings silent nights
calling the beautiful dream
home, the dream
that always matters most
Christmas is never stolen
the parent dresses a tree
every year, tenderly,
like adorning a fragile child
caught between
the Christmas Wars
Still Shining,
standing still
as if to hold time
a little while longer
Christmas wars
are noiseless, still
Love never waives
in the yule
tidal pool of dreams
that
keeps on dreamin’,
it prepares a feast
the fuel that lights
The Lighthouse beacon
sending a Christmas gift
some kind of treasure
what is left to measure
against all the other
expensive sparkly things
all my love
and a song
to the lost child -
a Christmas present
from the Ghost Past
to the absent siren
A Christmas Story
and a song
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Christmas
gvlm
"The Joke"/ Brandi Carlile
https://youtu.be/92puBuPRXjo
My life
Just To inform anyone who will listen or care
since seemingly my words are just about pointless spouts of hot air
when I try to conversate it gets turned all Topsy turvy which happens to annoy those I love and some say it's unnerving
our emotions we should be in control of completely
yet it's one of the many things I've not yet mastered you see
more lost now that I'm trying to be found
screaming out, yet the silence lacks a signal of sound judgments cloudy and definitely been unclear
although I've made the most progress ever just in this last year
yes I'm prone to mistakes repetitious overdue or of wrongs
amends only mean So much, can't keep singing that same old song
There were times I was certain of things , yetothers claimed it wasn't real
yet the persistent thinking consumed me in what i say and what i do and feel
Adding more and more complication than they're ever needed to be
I need more help than one person can give , and I need to get back myself, honestly.
never having any positive influence of my own
chaos, uncertainty. and past trama have left me an adult but not grown
Always adds up to the same predicament try after try
All the result of when I refuse to make my own life mine
Brandi nicole
IN REGARDS TO life, love and catastrophe, through the eyes of a person with B.P.D
I'm in over my head,
Feels like I'm dead.
I know I'm worthless,
A worthless Mom.
You seem so far away,
It gets worse each day.
I cry all the time,
Because I hurt you,
And caused you pain.
Should I say good-bye,
Would that make you happy?
I'm already gone,
And in a place you will never know.
I need to find myself,
Who I am inside.
Don't give up on me,
I'm trying as hard as I can.
I love you Brandi Lee,
And I know you love me too.
I'm sorry I hurt you,
And for causing you pain.
I'm sorry for being worthless,
Sorry for being your worthless Mom.
Teeter-totter , seesaw , up and down all day
Peter, Paul, and Esau, working hard at play
Penny, Pam, and Patti, swinging as they sing
Hear their lovely voices, ringing as they swing
Up the ladder climbing, a little boy named Clyde
Has such perfect timing, gliding down the slide
The artist’s name is Brandi, in the box of sand
Her castles’ fame is dandy known through out the land
I whisper your name...
Can you feel my heart breaking?
Do you see my tears flowing?
Can you hear my soul shouting?
I wonder if you ever think of me,
Do you ever dream of me?
Do you ever cry out for me,
Alone, in the dark, at night?
Don't you miss me?
Don't you need me?
Don't you love me?
Don't you know ...
A child needs her Mama,
And Mama needs her Brandi Lee.
(Dedicated to Brandi)
Many nights
You came to my room.
Only I know your
Needs. You give up when you
Lay wake at night.
You have cried in the dark
Wanting my presence
Inside of your mind.
Still I protect you. Please don’t forget
How long ago, I promised my ear.
too many thoughts in my head.
oh why oh why can't I just sleep instead.
round and round circle these thoughts with in me
and oh how i wish my head could be empty
but instead I am stuck thinking about all the thoughts that I think
so many in fact I can't think before I speak
if only I could express the colorful variables i have in my brain
but even then I don't think our levels would be the same.
we all are unique individuals with our own thought process
so while u sit back and enjoy yours and I'll be entangled in mine never the less.
cheers to thinking and all that's involved
goodnight , my friend i think my problem was just solved.
Brandi nicole
"LUCID DREAMS"-
Sorting out these ever pressing thoughts that are QUITE overwhelming,
As I try to piece together a puzzle, where the picture on the box is clearly missing!
Some things add up to nothing,a reality proven often times so unreal,
Looking Through the Looking Glass yet the picture remains unclear.
My world ,and yours, are definitely so inconsistent. Reality is light that only flickers in the distance. Deciphering fact from fiction,
As well as struggling with addiction.
Rebuilding a decent human being with all these tiny pieces of a heart.
Which come to think of it, probably never even was a whole from the start!
Road blocks and stop signs, are distractions to me once again.
Reality often slips my mind, becoming like a long lost friend.
If I want to see things to change, I have to change how I see things.
Life is a like a lucid dream, where perception evades me.
How can we stay true, in a world full of so much deception?
Dreams of happiness is what I'm aiming for, but it's hard to look at my own reflection !
Big Ideas, plans, and goals, all drawn up with good intent.
Sometimes I need someone to help me reinvent.
This person that I am, yet I also am so unsure of.
Who I've become, from where I was all because....
Of shattered pieces of a soul that is desperate to start anew.
Just a few complications when trying invision what i want to do.
I see a version of me I WANT to be, with out a shadow of a doubt.
BUT I'LL need faith in God and prayer, cus that's what it's all about!
Absorbing, changing, and learning as I go.
Aiming to become my best, once again a whole.
Aligning my inner being, with the light that shines from within my soul ..
So, here I go as I continue on....
in this lucid dream of life and fun
Letting go but relax... because this time ,Gods in control!
-"LUCID DREAMS"-
BY BRANDI CUNERTY