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passions rush
red hot beads of sweat
trickle down
your burning forehead
a half gasp
comes up through your throat
we unite
our hearts entwined
souls touching
you kiss my warm lips
then whisper
'i love you...
you fine looking woman! '
i'm blushing
oh, sweet passions rush!
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Poe Haven
ohmygod
i think i've
taken up residence here
such a lovely place
among some real talented
and friendly folks
so many poems
i make time
to read and write
vote and comment on
get inspired by
the poets poeing
yes. i think
i've found poe haven
if you don't get it
you just don't get it
written 11-11-05
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Poetry Unearthed
i get my daily bread in small doses
pondering lifes wonders
trying to view life
through someone elses' eyes
i saw a woman with her arms full of homegrown potatoes
woke to the sound of all three dogs barking
danced to a song sung by janis joplin
drank hot herbal tea to ward off cancer
wrote me a verse that helped me feel centered
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Poets Are The Way They Are
poets are the way they are
because they were born that way
they are the sensitive souls
crying out to be heard
the rapt attention given
to their own feelings
easily spills onto the page
emerging from the very core
of their being
poets take the world seriously
while still being able
to laugh at themselves from
time to time and they are
driven to do what they do
poets are the way they are
they believe in the beauty
of their dreams
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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