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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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Imperfect Starts
the guy who's doing the books
is forever following around
the guy who does the printing
who is following around the gal
who answers the telephone
to see what the deal is with her
because there just might be
something more than photos developing
between them in the darkroom
but the secretary, who is tall
and thin and looks like a model
understands the way things are
and is one smart cookie who knows
the owner is an even smarter one
who doesn't much like socializing
in the office so she tries
to act aloof around the printer
who is prone to play the fool for her
nevertheless, she's already taken
but can't make up her mind
if she wants to stay that way or not
because marriage ain't so hot to her
(but they don't that) and
everyone-except maybe the secretary
seems to be acting a little nervous
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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In A Moment Of Temptation
in a moment of temptation
i prayed for my salvation
lured in by your attention
and absolute perfection
to do something very foolish
knowing better but not to do it
something seemingly so harmless
for your flirting never quit
i have no right to love you, sweets
i would never claim i did
but you told me that you loved me
still my love for you i hid
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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In My Dreams
there is a special place i go
if only in my dreams
it's filled with many flowers
an ocean, waterfall and streams
there are no signs directing me
but i know which way to go
the stone-white wall hides it all
from beauty and truth's foes
i always stop to take a swim
this i seem to do with perfect ease
upon awakening i feel so free-
filled with peace and serenity
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Read more: ocean poems, truth poems, peace poems, beauty poems, swimming poems, dream poems, flower poems
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In Solitude
in solitude i rest
washing my bones
one section at a time
feeling my body relax
entrenched in self-hypnosis
my body now seems as
light as cotton candy
the stress from
a distressing day dissipates
my mind now clear
except for the mixture
of pictures inside my head
envisioning lines to write
inspired by a heavenly guide
i know i will push
my pen long into the night
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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