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Shirley Bracken Poem
Faith
a never ending flowing stream
I beg the weary traveler
stop and take a sip
especially in times of thirst and sorrow
I will refresh your soul
Faith
a cool peaceful summer's night
I beg the silent bird to sing
fly and sing your song
relax and know tomorrow the sun will shine
I will restore your voice
Faith
a red petal of the softest rose
I beg of the believer
wait it is not time to harvest
best to keep planted and let it grow
I will rebuild your strength.
Copyright © Shirley Bracken | Year Posted 2010
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Shirley Bracken Poem
Winter
I feel nothing
your icy kiss
leaves me numb
your raw coat
of shifting winds
leaves me frigid
isolated
in the cold
I shudder.
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Shirley Bracken Poem
The devil trembles
Feeling the autumn wind's rage
Children eat candy
Red mask covers eyes
Blind to first fall carnival
Her pockets picked clean
Nevermore lovers
Halloween murders-blood found
Quote the black raven
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Shirley Bracken Poem
In the wee hour before customers came to call,
Groceries came to life and had a Cinderella ball.
"Je'taime," purred the french toast to the frozen peas,
"Oh quit your fast talk. I'm southern, If you please."
The peanut butter tried his luck. He felt rather 'hunky'.
He winked at the jelly. She gasped. "You sir, are chunky!"
Lemons and limes provided fragrance. Love was found.
Mr Goodbar married Mrs. Butterworth, their children sold by the pound.
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Shirley Bracken Poem
I am the goddess of morning, protector of the dead.
I bring mercy to the hopeless crying from their bed.
My angel wings embrace them with sweet, quiet, peace.
I heal their minds and tortured souls. I give them release.
With gentle hands, I wrap their bodies with strands from my hair.
Though I come in darkness, reincarnation we will share.
I am the dark companion, life's necessary friend.
I am the unwelcome visitor, always there in the end.
I am "The lady of the Mansion," hiding in a dark room.
Waiting to help escort my friends to the dusty tomb.
Death and I always smile as we approach their home.
This is only a passage, one they don't travel alone.
I am the goddess of mourning, protector of the dead.
I am filled with compassion it has often been said.
Their friends will weep, mourn and say "I love you."
I will take their hand and guide them safely through.
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Shirley Bracken Poem
wealthy greedy eyes
hoarding shiny diamonds
poverty of soul
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Shirley Bracken Poem
Blossoms made frosty
Hummingbirds now sorrowful
Summer is over
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Shirley Bracken Poem
My husband fell in love with the beautiful Mae West.
I knew it was because of her oversized breast.
"Mae is beautiful," I retorted, "but small chested girls also like to hug."
"You and Mae," he laughed, "is like comparing a Cadillac to a Volkswagen bug."
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Shirley Bracken Poem
My love
I will never
betray you
with a kiss
upon your cheek
I will follow
you to lands
unknown
I will not
seek treasures
from another
not even
thirty pieces
of silver
I will love
you now and
forevermore
I will not
leave your
side
trust me
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Shirley Bracken Poem
Water is our infancy, here we are given a name.
Learning to walk, we cry out for a refreshing balm.
Life's currents may be swift or the ripples tame.
In childhood the river of knowledge is never calm.
Earth brings us solidity and soundness of mind.
Into the soil, we use our hands to sow and reap.
Our morals get planted as we meet mankind.
We now find our true love, forever to keep.
Fire is the age to turn smoky eyes to the eternal flame.
Burning bricks, mortar and stones have all stood in our way.
We glance backwards into the embers wanting to cast blame,
That's our burning excuse for the failures we have today.
The last cycle is the most gentle touch of the wind.
The soft breeze falls upon our worried brow at night.
The wind carries our prayers to Heaven and back again.
It's the warm air when an angel appears with a white light.
Water, Earth, Fire and Water are the elements to life.
The cycle existing in harmony, existing in strife.
Copyright © Shirley Bracken | Year Posted 2010
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