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Best Poems Written by Barbara Briggs

Below are the all-time best Barbara Briggs poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Where Did My World Go Anyway

Very silently step by step
In the dark it slowly crept
Until one day, to my surprise
The world I knew, I could not recognize
Little bits first then big ole pieces
Before you are aware, the world you know ceases
Never did I gave it a single thought 
A glimpse of the end was all I caught
I took it for granted; am I to blame
Thought it would always stay the same
Eventually I decided to join in
With feet first, I jumped in the din
Kill the cops; behead the innocent
Persecute the holy, pay up for the indolent
None of these things sounded right to me
I found, I tried,  I could not be
What can be done; I do not know
But where it is heading, I cannot go

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Count Your Blessings

Always count your blessings
It sounds simple enough to do
But it's not always very easy
When you’re feeling down and 
blue
When life seems so uncertain
And you don't know what’s 
ahead
When the life you were happily 
living
Now is filling you with dread
Nothing stays the same forever
That’s one thing that’s always 
true
And just like in the past
These times you will get 
through
So in the meantime please 
remember
There are those who really care
And when you count your 
blessings
You'll find more than you think 
is there
Start with something simple
Like the stars up in the sky
And while you’re looking up
Count the moonlight in your eye
Count the wind upon your face
And the place you rest your 
head
And I pray for you tonight 
There will be better days ahead

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Please Don'T Pick the Weeds

Pick my flowers if
you must
My peony, my daisy
But if you try to
pick my weeds
You just might make
me crazy

The peony is
beautiful
The daisy simple and
sweet
But it’s the weed
that stands strong
And at the end of
the day can take the
heat

In my yard they're
free to grow
They have a job to
do
In the garden not so
much
So I rid it of just
a few

As I pick and pull
them out
Forgiveness in a
whisper I ask
I appreciate the job
they do
But they're in the way
of the gardens task

I am in awe of how
they both grow
In tandem with earth
and sky
Helped along by the
bumbling bee
And the fluttering
butterfly

All living things
try to find their
place 
Some catch our eye;
others not so much
They're in this world
by God's good grace
Sometimes you must
look closer for
heaven’s touch

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Remembering a Friend

Remember once you were my friend
I’m quite sure you were
It was oh so very long ago
To my hearts memory I defer
We once laughed a very lot
I’m very sure that’s true
And then we went our separate ways
As people often do
Our acquaintance was not long; I’d call it brief
But that’s not what really mattered
It’s what you leave in another’s heart
And it was joy you scattered

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Just a Touch of Spring Fever

I decided to become an eccentric
Appear a little bit off
Maybe a little ill
With a little bit of a cough
Keep a little distant
A little bit alone
Sort of like a hermit
Disconnect the phone
Do just what I want
Just what I like
Do a little drawing
Take a little hike
Sleep in the garden
Frolic with the bees
Wade in the brook
Maybe talk to the trees
When the alarm for work I hear
I know as an eccentric I have failed
If I do not pay my bills
I could be sued and jailed
That's a little more eccentric
Than I want to be
I dream of being eccentric
But it's off to work for me

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The Tunbridge World's Fair

I went to the Tunbridge World’s Fair
Walked among the salt of the earth while there
So proud of the work they had done
And of the ribbons they won
The pigs and the piglets were squealing; the Morgan’s they were appealing
The cows they appeared to not care
The roosters were strutting; the sheep’s wool they were cutting
A child costumed like her goat what a pair
I work in a room with no window
Fresh is not what I would call the air
The building is old; probably full of black mold
And the stress sometimes more than I can bare
I guess I envy the farmer
Watching their crops and livestock grow
Milking the cows; feeding the sows
And all of the other seeds that they sow
A farmer’s life I know is not easy
The end for the livestock makes me quite queasy
On my grandmother’s farm; the butcher’s presence would cause such alarm
Her breathing would get very wheezy
Still I would like more time in fresh air
For animals and crops I could care
Since it can’t be; it’s not meant for me
I can feel a part once a year at the fair

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The Worlds Still Spinning

Can anybody tell me how to get back to when I was young
Back to my beginning; to a song that was still unsung
I don’t mind that my hair is graying or the wrinkling of my skin
I can still choose to dance and I’m no different deep within
And the world is as beautiful as it has ever been
And around the sun it continues to spin
The stars still twinkle in the sky at night
And the moon still shines its splendid evening light
The problem, as I see it, is just with the beings
I could be very wrong but that’s what I am seeing
I can’t get the image out of my head
The man in a black hood and a journalist that's dead
The president golfing to improve his score
Is much too busy to give a shout of fore
And the world is as beautiful as it has ever been
And around the sun it continues to spin
The stars still twinkle in the sky at night
And the moon still shines its splendid evening light

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Civility Where Have You Gone

Civility where have you gone and why have you gone missing
Since you left, all I hear, is an awful lot of hissing
No matter how I try, to avoid, unpleasant situations
They pop up wherever I go; no longer aberrations
Times are hard, it’s very sad, what so many must endure
What will happen next, no one knows; it all seems so unsure
There are so few jobs for the young or old, or people in-between
The cost of living skyrocketing like nothing I have seen
Everywhere you look, there is so much, waste and destruction
And everyone’s, so tired of hearing, about all of the corruption
There’s much to deal with, that’s for sure, no wonder you went missing
Sometimes I feel like going missing too; I think I’ve started hissing

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Where Did All the Marbles Go

When I was younger my father
Used to yell at the evening news
I thought it very funny and wondered
Just how many marbles did he lose
Well now it is not so funny
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree
The one who is doing the yelling now
Is the marble-less wonder, me

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Dreams of My New Year

I usually don’t make them, resolutions I mean
With the best of intentions they begin and end as a dream
But as I reflect on the year that just ended
Many of my actions leave me offended
So I will start on this new New Years Day
Resolving to think more while having much less to say
I will arrive where I’m going exactly on time
I’ll pay my bills early and to the last dime
I’ll wake with a smile and give one to all I meet
When I play cards with my aunt never again will I cheat
When I’m treated with rudeness I’ll just walk away
To help to ensure that I’ll see a new day
Never again will I tailgate while driving my car
And on my way home I’ll skip at least one  open bar
I feel so much better getting this all off of my chest
And to keep each one made I’ll try with great zest
Just one more point I would like to make
My poems will all rhyme even if sense is at stake
I’ll end by wishing all that read this good cheer
And many good wishes for A Happy New Year!
P.S.
It’s time for a nap; the party can wait
No one will mind if I’m just a bit late!