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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
she is of the earth
her home the sea
a lively legend
born of a sailor's dream
so elusive is she
some call her pure fantasy
alone she dreams
far below the sea
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
she was not such an old woman then
when she tended to my tears
and as always said "be still or
i'll never get the splinter" and
"how is it you always get
these things in your feet"
i didn't know the answer then
anymore than i do now
though i went barefoot
all the time and never do now
but things were different then
i was young and careless
still believing in
her bigger than life image
no, she not such an old woman when
i cried over the simple truth
that she would grow old and
cut off the coal black ponytail
and her skin would wither
as all women's will
i somehow half believed
she would stay young forever
then one day everything
about mother changed except her role
Copyright © Faith Elizabeth Brigham | Year Posted 2013
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
only for a moment
as the rain
fell on my face
your body long and lean
played on my memory
it was winter once more
as we lay
in each others arms
fireplace ablaze
so far away that place
once was none as laurel farms
i was still
so unsure reaching
for you in the night
words so softly spoken
as your heart beat
close to mine
then the sun
came shining and warmed
the sand beneath my feet
as quickly as
you came i felt you
leave my memory
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
When I get to Louisiana,
just a mile or more to go.
Yes, when I get to Louisiana,
just a mile or more to go,
Lord, you know i'll be alright
once I hit that station floor.
They say he's in New Orleans
doing his best to survive.
They say he's in New Orleans
doing his best to survive.
I'll be in New Orleans just
as it's turning five,
That man was the best thing-
yes, best thing I ever had.
That man was the best thing-
yes, best thing I ever had.
Lord knows when I see him it will
make my heart feel glad.
When we're pulling in the station,
Lord I'll be headed for that door.
Yes, when we're pulling in the station
I'll be headed for that door.
You know I just can't wait until
I hit that station floor.
That man was the best thing-
yes, best thing I ever had.
That man was the best thing-
yes best thing I ever had.
Lord knows when I see him it will
make my heart feel glad.
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
they say pride comes
before the fall
who will be there for you
if there is anyone at all
surely things can not go on
as they have done all along
where tyrants reign and
justice is merely feigned
don your armor and
prepare your swords
for the things i speak
are not merely words
i challenge you to fight the war
the dawn is coming and
soon you will see
your cruelty will no
longer be endured
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs."
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
fly me to belgium
for i want to meet the queen
and get a glimpse of
the man who is the reigning king
fly me to belgium
for the festivals and things
i'd run with the hip
and ageless in the cool streets
fly me to belgium
for i want to see dinant
hear those saxophones
and get lost in all that jazz
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
one man wanted my heart
the other made it bleed
one man made me smile
the other made me plead
one took me for granted
while the other was fair
one man kept me crying
the other really cared
one man hurt me badly
the other made me blue
one left me in april
the other left in june
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poem
Lord, you know that I've been hurting.
Momma says it's growing pains.
Oh, you know that I've been hurting
Momma says it's growing pains.
Here I am a hurting, yes I'm hurting once again.
Well, I've been down to the river;
Lord, I went down there feeling fine.
Yes, I went down to the river;
Lawd, I went down there feeling fine.
But before I knew it, I was sitting there a crying.
Momma. said,"It just ain't easy.
Life's not always what it seems.
Momma said, "It just ain't easy.
Life's not always what it seems.
She said, 'You're just a poor girl with some crazy, mixed-up dreams'.'
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i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed
i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily
i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart's dear love desires
that which others consider a sin
i envy the woman i don't even know
who possesses what i can only desire
to be empowered by someone so fine
i envy her body-her soul on fire
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