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Brittany Martin Poem
It's another day when
the bed sheets are half kicked to the floor,
the pot is full of cold coffee,
the ash tray has another cigarette,
the recycling bin has another Sunday paper,
another dirty dish of scraps of food in the sink,
the minuet hand is ten minuets past from
from being late,
the car is struggling to start,
the time is ticking in traffic,
the boss is scolding,
the co-workers are scoffing,
the lunch consists of a soggy sandwich,
the hours are consistently boring,
the head throbs in ache,
the shift goes on until evening,
the key unlocks the door,
the home is a mess,
the mind is groggy.
But it's another day still,
and for that, I can smile.
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Brittany Martin Poem
'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake
turning light- peachy and pink.
And all the forest around wake
in the light- life too groggy to think.
When all the light cast God's love
of the sun, bursting brightly,
it shines on something- a hidden trove,
and I take the hiker's first step, lightly,
and I see in front of me old things!
I dust the dirt off skeletal caps,
I smile and the forest begins to sing.
Soon, though, excitement begins to collapse,
For my skips and my kicks and my chants
drop the artifacts on a rock, and they shatter!
Anthropology smites me for my careless dance
for now I have tiny skeletal pieces of matter.
The birds now sing, the monkeys now ooh,
the winds now shake, the sun hides
behind a pile of clouds, as though they all knew.
I collect my findings- crying a little inside.
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Brittany Martin Poem
A young boy was told a good night,
a good night to sleep right and tight.
But crawling in the sheets of his bed,
in the corner he found three eyes
glowing red.
A malicious monster crawled into light,
a frantic and most disgusting of sights!
It had hairy long legs and sharp claws,
and guarded itself as though ready
to brawl.
It was giant and vicious with fangs.
It hopped with springy legs that sprang.
The startled young boy gave a loud shout
when the foam started bubbling from
its big ugly mouth.
The monster shrieked a high pitched noise,
for it was startled by the shout of the boy.
And back and forth, they did scream
an orchestrated cacophony, streaming
of screams.
And then the boy saw that it was scared
as it curled in a corner, shaking in despair.
He became curious and called out to it,
"What is you and where do you come from
and how be it?"
The monster perked up its frightened head
looking over the boy sitting on the edge of his bed.
And it said, "I am George and I live in the night
I am sad because everyone screams in fright
at my sight."
The young boy's head dropped in guilt
and looked at the grief that he had built.
George now didn't look so scary,
it was just a big creature who was maybe
a little hairy.
The boy said, "Would you like to play with me?"
George had a smile that beamed with glee.
Together they laid in the blankets and sheets
shaking up stories of ghouls, ghosts, goblins
and beasts.
They laughed through the hours of the night,
and the boy hugged George closely and tight.
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Brittany Martin Poem
He's up, I'm down. He's serious, I'm a clown.
He's red, I'm blue.
He's crazy, I'm...
well... I guess that makes us two.
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Brittany Martin Poem
I try not to dwell on your absence.
but I am conveyed by romance
to reminisce of the times we shared.
It's painful to re-live our happy hours
and to only think of them as memories,
just specks of time and illusions that
impeccably portrays a happy life.
I wonder the moment you will be back
as a stronger man and a smarter man.
During the absence you are away, you
are trained and taught as a better man,
as a fighter and as a healer for our nation.
And though over time you may change
while we are parted away,
I pray that your heart and spirit stays
the same and that our love remains.
These nights, all I do when I lay alone
is think of you coming home.
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Brittany Martin Poem
I will never forget your name or your face,
and I will never forget what you've done.
But I will take what you gave to embrace
like the light as gifted from stars and the sun.
I will accept the hurt that has been displaced
onto me; I will forgive the pain you've caused.
Know that my wrath lead to poor judgement,
and hot anger brought me payments of cost.
I paid my dues and I come to forgive;
accept my love and continue to righteously live
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Brittany Martin Poem
I reach out my hand to only feel
your fingertips, and I try not to blame
as I
fall,
fall,
fall.
I hit the ground, and I felt the pain.
I died inside
the moment I learned you let me go
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