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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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Magic Of The Rose
the bees go buzz, buzz, buzz
and do what they must do
to polinate the roses
the faerie waits until they're through
to add a bit of magic
she will give the rose a kiss or two
not even the rain can ruin
the magic of the rose
for when a faerie kisses it
the magic seals itself inside
so when you smell the roses
you can feel the faeries pride
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Read more: magic poems, rose poems, pride poems, kiss poems, rain poems
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My Dear Lucille
dear lucille, dear lucille
did someone teach you
the beauty of truth
did someone preach to you
when you were in your youth
to tell the truth even
when it rips apart the
canvas of constructed lies
or makes ripples in the waters
of the great mississippi gulf-side
the world needs more women like you
with guts glorious as they come
withstanding adversity at it's worse
with words weighs heavy, woman
let 'em flow, lady, let 'em flow
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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No One Really Knew Her
we all wondered
what she was doing
the day the tornado
raised her house and
then let it down
with overpowering force
it was anyone's guess
what was on the docket
for the day but
one thing was for certain
that woman buried
beneath the debris was
a very vain woman
no one except maybe
a conceited woman
could own all those clothes
no matter now all
that was left of her life
was the silk dresses draped
over the tall lovely pines
leaving us to wonder
well no one really knew her
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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One Blue Rose
i guess that i will never know
why it is you had to go
you never even said goodbye
you just left me one blue rose
on the pillow where your head had been
until i awoke i had never thought
that i would wake up all alone
so now i see as days go by
there's nothing left to do but cry
and think of how the rose will die
it's beauty soon to fade away
i'll place the rose between the pages
of my favorite poetry book
then someday when i'm feeling brave
i will open the book and take a look
at the one blue rose you left for me
whose message is still unclear to me
for i did not know anything was wrong
until i saw that you were gone
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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