Brian Smith Poems

When I die, cut out my heart
And feed it to lions
So that my poor body
May know of greatness and might
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A co-worker told me,
When you have a lemon, make lemonaide.
I tried that. I squeezed the lemon.
The juice squirted in my eye.
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I am unique, just like billions of other people.
No one can be exactly like me.
Some days, even I have trouble doing it.
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If I didn't have the luck of the Irish,
I wouldn't have any at all.
I wouldn't be smart.
I wouldn't be handsome.
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All alone in the day

in the midst of the crowd.
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A PICTURE OF YOU

TODAY I FOUND A PICTURE OF YOU
IN THE ATTIC OF MY MIND.
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November 13th:
Dear diary. Just came into the world a few hours ago.
Thought I'd get started on this diary early.
Still pretty tired from the move.
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Sometimes when it's quiet in the evening
And a gentle breeze whispers outside my window
My mind drifts back to my time with you
I'll wish again for a day from the past
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Set me as a seal upon your heart.
Wear my love on your heart,
As you wear gold around your neck.
Let my love be a banner across your chest.
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heaven is a place so large and so real...
it is still being prepared.
the building of it is not yet complete.
there are no outer chambers...
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