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Below are the all-time best Marian Brown poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Tomorrow's Child

From out of endless space
Someone has seen my face
From a time that’s yet to be
Someone sings to me.

I am Tomorrow’s Child, crying
From an earth that is dying.
What kind of earth will there be for me
When I come to be?
The kind of earth I find
Will be the one you leave behind.

Please leave me an earth that’s growing.
Leave me a warm sun glowing, 
Fresh winds blowing,
And clean waters flowing.
I need to know you feel my sorrow.
And if I cry again tomorrow
Will you dry a tear from my eye?

While your seasons come and go
Like tides that ebb and flow
Remember me, Tomorrow’s Child, crying
From an earth that is dying.
What kind of earth will there be for me
When I come to be?

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Dark Child

Dark Child

Smile Beautiful Black Child, Smile
Your innocence will last only a while.
A black curtain lays in wait
For those who share your fate.
Dark child, destined to live for certain 
Behind an evil invisible curtain.
That black curtain will fall for you 
While others walk on through.
You’ll have to be strong to survive
The problems of just staying alive.
You must run long and hard my son
Your life will not be an easy one.
There will be no easy street
To cushion your weary feet.
Each day you will hear the call
Each day you will see the curtain fall.

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A Look Inside

I look into the mirror of my soul
And an image does unfold.
Is this really me
This creature that I see?

When did I open the gate
For this demon known as hate?
When did I let envy in
With all his other kin?

With all these demons living there
I have no room to spare.
If love should knock upon my door
I'd have to put him on the floor.

It won't take these demons long
To sing that fellow's death song.
They'd walk on him both night and day
If he should try to stay.

This hate must be a parent thing
Breeding many negative offspring.
Hate and envy, strong or mild
Which is father? Which is child?

I must evict these trespassers.
They've got to look for other pastures.
I'll send them all away today
I'll not put up with such as they.

Alright hate, I'll start with you
You seem to be big man in this crew
You go find some other place to lurk
And do your dirty work.

Don't forget to take the others with you
I want nothing more to do
With you, your friends or your relations.
None of you had invitations.

I don't remember how or when you came
But I know how you play your game.
I have studied your book of rules
And I also know your tools


You wear many masks to disguise
Yourself from human eyes.
Like a chameleon, you change your hue
To blend in any view.

Hurry up and go.  I've got work to do
Cleaning up this mess after you.
If love should stop by here some day
I'll have a decent place for him to stay

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When the Tiger Passes

When Nature mixes her colors well who is to tell
When the tiger passes amid the autumn grasses?
So many colors to be found
So many shades of yellow, gold and brown
Is there anyone who sees 
When the tiger passes
Amid the autumn grasses?

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What Am I

Oh God
What am I?
Am I just 
A speck of dust
Or only a clod
Of sod
Upon this Earth
That gave me birth?
Lord
Am I child of discord
Lost in an alien land
Under my own command?
Or am I
A spirit free,
With a spiritual identity
Reaching toward infinity?

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Today

Imprisoned in each man
This prison called "TODAY".
Try however hard he can,
He’s a prisoner here to stay.

This little cubicle in time, called "TODAY"
Is where he builds his tomorrow,
Where he must work and play
And drink of his cup of sorrow.

He cannot reach back into yesteryear
To unthink a solitary thought,
To unshed a single tear.
The damage has been wrought.

For a man must reap
The harvest he has sown.
This appointment he must keep
Though the date be yet unknown.

Not a single seed can he unsow,
Nor can a single deed be undone.
The seed has already begun to grow
And the deed its course must run.

He cannot reach ahead into tomorrow
And his future course reset.
He must harvest his cup of sorrow
And learn to live with his regret.

So children and progeny of my womb, 
Hear this, a loving mother’s plea.
Let not "TODAY" be for you a tomb,
Though a prison it may be.

Make each "TODAY" a day for living,
A day for loving thy neighbor.
Make each "TODAY" a day for giving
Of your heart and of your labor.

For a Christ-like love, always strive.
Do good. Show kindness in every way,
For when your tomorrows arrive
Each will be your prison called "TODAY".

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Halloween Queen

Tonight is Halloween
And every witch is a queen
She’ll reign from midnight to daylight
On this witching night

Far and wide she will ride
Across the country side
With a broom for a chariot
And her magic to carry it

With clothes all unkempt
And hair stringy and limp
She knows she looks a fright
But she has only tonight. 

There is no time for beauty
After all, a queen has her duty.
There are tricks to be played
And mischief to be made

There will be no one to love her
Even the animals run for cover
And the trees all seem to sigh
As she passes by

There is a stillness in the night
At such an awesome sight
When the dark shadows loom
Of a queen on a broom

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Life's Fountain

One day when I was alone and afraid
I heard life when it said:
“Come my child, at my fountain drink
And only of good things think.
Many souls have left their fears
At my fountain through the years.”

One day when I had lost my way
I heard life say:
“Come my child, at my fountain drink
And only of good things think.
Many souls have been returned
When at my fountain yearned.”

One day when health I was seeking
I heard life speaking:
“Come my child, at my fountain drink
And only of good things think.
Many souls have been healed
When at my fountain kneeled.”

One day with my world around me falling
I heard life calling:
“Come my child, at my fountain drink
And only of good things think.
Many souls have had strength instilled
When at my fountain filled.”