Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poems

wanton women
with wicked ways
want what weary women
wish wouldn't wander
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i am a woman
of words and
though you can not
hear me speak them
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I've found a friend in nature
although nature could turn on me
if i'm out and about in a storm
and its lightning strikes me
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each summer i go to paris to write
and each trip i make you greet me
as though you haven't seen me in ages
then you tell me i get more beautiful
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there is evil in the powder room
there is evil lurking in the halls
there's evil everywhere you look
it even pentrates the walls
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there is something about the ocean
that brings out the earth-mother in me
it is a place i love to go to write or
to ponder life's mysteries
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if God has made
everything beautiful
in its' time
then you are beautiful
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i see things clearly
and yet i am called a dreamer
yes, i am a poet who sees things
only another poet can see
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men-
they like to see us smile
no doubt
they like us cheerful
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drinking a beer
and wishing i
was anywhere
but where i am
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