Best Brenda Poems


Night Eyes Dreaming - Collaboration With Brenda Chiri


Collaborative creation of Merged pens
w/the talented Poetress Brenda Chiri 




Mesmerized by the allure
of a satin velvet kissable embrace
Rose lips wet whispering
chocolate fondue candlelight dreams
Silhouetted moans ... embroidery glow
of a pastel iris earth bed,
straddled by a silvery smile crescent moon
Night eyes looking down,
daydreaming of anticipated love arriving
A spent dawn isn’t coming too soon
Time stands still in the middle of a creamy midnight
Heart throated moans ... waves of ecstasy
Tidal pleasure ebb and flows,
daydreaming of you merging into me
I see your night eyes aroused ... sensual awakening  

Laying with silver moon beams streaming thru the window
Waking me to watch,
as it dances over your beautiful ebony body
You call them night eyes ... looking down I see it now
Synchronicity reveals itself
coming in recurring patterns of sequences around me
During these times, 
the universe mysteriously 
make us 
the center of its agenda 
Allowing us to move together as one in this night of our souls
Writing us into this cosmic wonder, as it continues to unfold for us
Ecstasy is ours 
in those ebb and flow of waves, 
as cries pass full lips
Dreaming of mine lips 
stiflng those cries as we look into night eyes dreaming....

Premium Member The Book of Brenda Bates

Her name was Brenda Bates, a novelist
bewitched from burrowing inside her book
of fiction 'bout a boatman, Bo Barist,
the character who botched her life...betook
control of him believing he was true. 
Becharmed, beguiled, she wanted this bold man,
who she had brought to life as best she knew, 
and bonded with her plot as life's big plan.

And Brenda shared in Bo's biography
of how he boated seven broad, blue seas,
to one day bring her from catastrophe
and bail her from bad pirates' abductees.

She lived with her brave boatman in a book;
berserk, bewildered...balanced life, forsook. 



Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~

Contest 620, With Alliteration Style
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/03/2019

~3rd Place~
Contest: Brenda
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Form: Sonnet with Alliteration
Judged: 10/11/2016


Rules for Former Contest:
Write a poem about a woman called Brenda who has just written a book of fiction, how it has absorbed her, and how she wishes the main male character, a boatman, were real and in HER life. Use alliteration with several Bs during the course of the free verse or rhyming poem of no more than 20 lines.

Premium Member Befuddled Brenda

Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography,
Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea,
Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain,
Broadsided by fiction now baking insane;

Balanced between both broken and brilliant,
Buried by sorrow, bereft not resilient,
A ballyhooed author, back in the day,
‘Fore Brian betrothed her then drowned near the bay;

Basking bereavement, believing though more,
Books barely bound newly found in the store,
‘Betaken, Broad Beauty’, Brenda’s new write,
Beveled bare bitterness abruptly bright;

Barreled, brought breathless by Bernie, beloved,
A character boating where dead Brian shoved,
As buckets with bottoms knowing no end,
Begging attention did Brenda’s mind bend;

Blended for sanity, befuddled realities
Born when begins a life without boundaries,
Betterment bellows because Brenda’s words,
Boxed-up betrayal beneath binding boards.


9/18/2016


The Silent Contest Shatters- a Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

In my emptiness there is a silence     
that shatters my thoughts into fragments.                               
When I reach for you, it is hopeless.   

Lost in the morning sunlight                                                       
take my word sang on chord
no lies held as you hold me 

No words needed for this shared
Letting go of all the past, as
I breathe in your strength.

Without the weight of waking
alone in the contest for a soul 
your words hide the poison

A realm within the board where 
passion awaits a winner on one 
end to be the giver for the group

No contest posted in the morning 
make up to be told in the same way 
manners are what kept the fire hot

Like a butterfly without wings. Love, lost,                      
vapor dreams, chronic nostalgia turning                              
in my grave of buried sorrows and regret

Brenda

The bitty boat is on the beam
                         Brenda bunks down to bed to dream
                           Boris the boatman booms the sea
                        Breaking the breakers like bumblebee.

                      'The bull of a man the bloke with the oat'
                       Brenda bids up the book with the quote
                   'Boris blasts my breasts a brave sailor's note
                  And asks me for a bucket to bail out the boat.'

                     Boris was birthed in Brenda's brain-crease
                 And buried in a bedlam as he burnt the bridge.





Brenda - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY

Premium Member Sweet Bliss - Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

You cast that spell you know so well
 Now my thoughts are only of you
 My passion's rising, can't you tell
 We'll blaze a fire at our rendezvous

 We'll share a warm, passionate embrace
 As the nectar of your flower I taste
 As our heartbeats start to race
 We'll ignite a fire in this place
 
 You're the one who threw in the magic
 My minds all over, it just can't rest
 To lose that passion would be tragic
 When we meet you'll have my very best

 Thoughts of your embrace keeps me warm
 As you taste with your passionate kiss
 Fast paced hearts can't do no harm
 I'm so hot from thoughts of this sweet bliss
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.


Morning Whispers Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

Taking in all the beauty of 
this sunny brand new day
As squirrels scurry about,
caught up in their play
Watching brilliant colors 
blend together up in the skies
A soft gentle breeze whispers
Good Morning in silky sweet sighs

amidst the threads
of autumn trees
i listen as the morning speaks
a sigh within its silky breath
rustles through the leaves
within its golden branches
nested squirrels arise in play
beneath horizon's serenade

Premium Member For Brenda

~~~  for Brenda ( Feb. 15,1951 - Mar.24,2013) ~~~

 An angel got her wings today
She's leaving us behind
So to Our Lord we will pray
A better place she'll find
With others of her kind

An angel got her wings today
Her pain is now forgot
Though from this place she's gone away
From our hearts, she's not
For she was loved a lot

I'll miss her laugh and her smile
I'll miss the fun we had
Though I'll grieve for awhile
I'll try to be brave, not sad
For one of the dearest friends I've had

7 Minute Reply, Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri

Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri

Brenda Chiri don't try me

It's not old and told, 
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole 
strolling rhymes, 
quick time, 
literally laying these words at pace 
while you take out a pen and paper 
jotting down like a waiter,  
rhymes to cater 
couldn't be straighter,
down the line 
the same constant whine
from the kind drinking wine, 
out the bottle not the glass, 
you aint got the throttle or the class 
to spas alongside my asss, 
I'll set you a task 
watch you finish last, 
dragging your handbag to bits, 
alongside your sandbag tets, 
I can do the splits and backflips,
you have splits in your hips, 
see me now, I plough like magic,
your comebacks are plastic 
made with fake fabric,
with laxative patches
you're like Bush giving a speech, 
five letter words beyond your vocal reach, 
needing a teacher like a freak, 
I fight on the beaches, 
I'll fight you and all your beaches,
egging you on, 
like Brenda you strong 
but your words make me mong,
so until next time for now I say to you so long.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Hit 'Em Up Collaboration With Brenda Chiri

I write like bakers bake
my rhymes make earth shake
Going into contest with me was your biggest mistake
I control the earths plates, tectonics, your rhymes are bollocks
I cause land slides and earthquakes
I don't hate but I do devastate,
Is the rhythm of your rhyme hidden?
I'm going back and forth with my decision
I'd like to think it's something I'm missin'
but I cant see it in what you've written,
You stagnate rhymes
I contemplate the punishment for these crimes,
don't harp that you'll defeat me 
I'm a giant you can't even see me
Now back and forth like red and meth I hand you over to little missy,
you pissed us both off so we share a rhyme to make you look silly.......... 

Your rhymes don't even matter
my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my homies gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
It might not concern you but
I'll thermonuclear burn you, you're a human sacrifice
Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ and 
Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices 
Me n trim shady here to party like Tom Brady 
We stay cooler than an Eskimo baby 
V is for Victory, we mastered your trickery
Tryna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory
So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me 
Fire colabs from here to infinity 

you heard her infinity
even with a radar and map you cant find our reality 
we're in another galaxy 
you've barely the ability of a fetus 
how dare you compete with us
 and this U S U K special relationship isn't putting you at a handicap 
it's natures act, you can't rhyme or rap 
put your dick between your legs and make a tail 
walk away with your head down cus your insults fail, 
the only insult that landed is that you went up against us
 with terrible stale dribble 
that you squiggle 
all brainless and minimal 
like an unevolved mammal 
writing without the opposable thumb by miracle 
sounding dumb and undesirable,
when I read it I became miserable, 
I desire a quick fire high flyer 
like me with quick wit that aspires but you were dire 
and dim, you aint no Trim,
you're a fool who should return to school. 

collaboration with Brenda Chiri
first and third Trim
second Brenda
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Brenda Died This Morning

And I asked myself  “Why am I alive.”
Suddenly poems are just words
And books are unimportant
Dreams I had for yesterday are best left for sleep
There are promises to keep.
Promises I made on my sacred Birth Day,
When I gave myself to Jah
And He promised to give me what I pray.
When I vowed to live every moment for Jesus
And put behind me that frivolous work that is grievous
I must turn around
Before I am unable to go back.
I must 
I will
I am a blessed person because I can say I am.
And before I live only in Jehovah’s memory like Brenda
I must continue
And move on
Before my time is gone.

I love you Brenda – Now  - and Until I see you again…John 11:23 - 26

Premium Member BRENDA BRAWLINGS BOOK

Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing,
but begged life to bestow her something.
Blistered blue when life barely listened,
she began buying bargain fiction.
By and by, she believed she’d become a book ink fly.
Her heart bade she give her own fantasies a book try.

Brenda bathed blank sheets in beaut romance
billowing with bawdy circumstance.
Brenda bloomed when her pen beget one man’s behavior;
the book’s brawny, bold boatman became her heart’s savior.
Brenda’s book was bought in big, boxed bundles,
so she boasted bling, but felt befuddled.

Daytime, bedtime, both brought baleful feel
born from thoughts baring boatman’s appeal.
Brenda balked, but she well failed to block boatman’s stalk
who wormed her sanity thru fiction’s crosswalk.
Obeying her pen, she beheld him in blissed fantasy blocks.
Now, Brenda’s berserk pen bends her daily at bleak o’clock.

My Seahorse Brenda

My pet seahorse Brenda was blond,
She loved a poor fish in the pond;
He was not aware of this,
And so he took her amiss,
When in his big tummy she spawned.




SEAHORSES - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
30th April,2018

Ode To Brenda

Brenda is pretty, Brenda is sweet
She’s not very big, in fact she’s petite.

Brenda’s creative, now that’s a surprise
She has a good wit and has opened my eyes.

She’s cruel to a point,, my blunder she extols,
The trouble I have with some toilet rolls.

They roll from my waistband and not from the holder
Tyrone only noticed when he looked over my shoulder.

The last time I saw her she was just a scrubber
Now what example is that, and her a grandmother.

her husband walked into the room, her bottom he could see
Sticking up in the air, but where was she?

He rushed to the oven, the door open wide 
And there was Brenda kneeling inside.

Brenda my love he cried ... I’m sorry whatever
Take your head out the oven and I’ll make it better.

What are talking about she cried and removed her head,
The scrubbing brush in hand she looked at him and said.

This is the cupboard I’m giving a scrub
The ovens electric and it would do no good.

Thanks goodness for that he said in relief,
The meters being read and I don’t want the grief.

The cupboard is clean for when the grandson arrives
We need somewhere to put him, so we can survive.  
GG 2012

The Beauty of Brenda

There came a time... When my mother and grandmother couldn't
Do it... yet you did Aunt Brenda.
For you already had four queens...
Jina
Tara
Shannon and Trena...
Of who could sing.
Yet;
You made room for a fifth without any hidden agenda and took me up under 
your wings...
And once settled;
Then your five song birds began to sing... fine tunes of love, faith and trust...
Blended with the rhythm of... flutes,
soft keys and poetic strings
Alongside a base which is always a must; and as we sang...
Everything began to mix
In combination with Roy's genetics and God's sound of
harmonious nature...
That struck a chord of love and partnership
And
Ultimately branched the bond of 
Hope, Togetherness, and Unforeseen dreams
That manifested into God's formation of a family and a
team.
So now I can stand alongside with my song birds and tweet...
I love you and thank you.
And as your birds sing...
"You are the type of beauty that's so hard to find... A true replica of the blue
diamond hidden way up in the sky... for its so rare and unique and has stood alone until the end of time;
That's because it's of you... Our one and only Brenda and our
one of a kind".
So in the end I thank God for his musical agenda;
And my four sisters of whom were created by Roy and our mom...
THE BEAUTY OF BRENDA

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