I was raised in a Buddhist family but sent to a Catholic Girls School. Go figure! As the war in Vietnam ended, I escaped by boat first to Malaysia and finally landed in the US! Thank God! I love people and contributing to others. I love the fact that my whole family parents and 9 kids got out of Vietnam alive after being stripped of our possessions by the Communists and dumped in the jungle with nothing! God bless America and its people!
I have another name on PoemHunter that I publish under and have long wished that I could comment on other's poems without making them feel an obligation to respond in kind. My hope is that having this new site will enable me to return the favor of many kind reviewers over the years, some of whom visit my other site without reward, just to read my poems. I prize such self-less reviewers over all other. If I review your poems on occasion, know that I am sincere in my praise and ask nothing in return on this site or any other.
If you should guess my identity in some fashion, I hope you will keep it secret. Thanks for being you and honoring my poems with your kind words.
Bri E. may be so smart, but his meter's opaque
with a density quotient, the Gods might forsake.
Tongue in cheek, web's undone, but with spasms of fun,
and he rhymes, so he wins! Hope no evil Bri twins'
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May my blessings all reach you if Spirit has home,
has an address (like I do, location) . Let gift
of this poem be present that pleasures your soul.
Know I certainly cherished your kinship, felt rhyme,
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It's a struggle for some, life alone in one skin,
(that confuses the best!) What's it mean then to win
if a victory's rote, like a verse memorized
with an audience pared down (to one authorized) ?
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A friendship's here for you (that's free) , so pass it on (no pass-backs) ,
where walls can fall (constricting heart) . So pass it on (no pass-backs) .
My arms? (The warmth of poetry! So pass it on (no pass-backs) ,
that would not mock, support your art!) So pass it on (no pass-backs) .
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I find that friendship is a gift I want to give at times to strang-
ers though clear logic's trace is missing (should the cat get out of bag!)
and it's found motive's ghost's a glimmer that's more tightly bound to muse
(this life's what-ifs bent on a rampage where stampede of clouds crowd sky) .
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