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Spam Slam
who doesn't slam spam
it takes up space
eats up our time
discarding it
it is terribly
a n n o y i n g
i have given up
fighting it
spammers beware
the only part of
your annoying mail
i read is at the end
where there are
countless jumbled phrases
always attempting to make
the best of a bad situation
i pick out a word or two
and write a poem
thanks to you
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Summers In Paris
each summer i go to paris to write
and each trip i make you greet me
as though you haven't seen me in ages
then you tell me i get more beautiful
with each passing year
but i'm just getting older
and it's really men not women that
get better looking with age
i pose for you by day watching your brush
as it whisks over canvas
nights are spent in quaint restaurants
where we eat only the finest foods
chasing it down with the best of the wines
later in the night i try to write
but you won't let me
you're too busy teasing and tickling me
it's impossible to concentrate
you never cease tempting me into your bed
you tell me i will be famous
once your masterpiece is complete
then when i come to paris
everyone i pass by in the city will know me
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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The Day The Clock Stopped
three days of
intermittent sleep
depressed, restless
losing her grip on reality
she shivers as
she moves into
a fetal position
she glances at the
clock on the wall
in her hospital room
the hands motionless
only a prayer
could save her now
she slips one hand
underneath her pillow
clutching her rosary
and the hands on
the clock move
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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The Justice Parlor
if God had no mercy
if friends gave no
thought to forgiveness
if a mother's love
ceased to be unconditional
who among us would
long to enter
the justice parlor
where everyone
got just what
they deserved
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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