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Matchbook Cover Blues
i could write
a poem
as i envision
your handsome face
but i'm alone
with only a pen
and a book
of matches
to my name
what a dilemma
so many words
so little space
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Moonlight Lovers
half-moon hanging
between two lone stars
the night air filled
with the scent
of moonflowers glistening
white against the night
i feel like smoking
but i gave up
cigarettes
long ago
i think of the
endless evenings
we sat on the loveseat
out on the patio
talking half the
night away
and then made love
beneath the stars
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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More To Love
there must be more
to love than pain
though i'm far more familiar
with chaos and uncertainty
is it any wonder
i'm attracted to you
who can not give me
what i long for most of all
the day i won't need you
anymore is when i can believe
it's no longer worth
the trouble winning you
it's not enough to love someone-
you ought to get love back
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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MY Soul Is Like
my soul is like
a spiritual muscle
without adversity
it receives no exercize
it is limp and motionless
of little use in my eyes
sometimes it seems
i am tested far
beyond my strength
every inch of my soul
feel streched to the limit
and just when i reach
the point i think i can not
endure any more stife
i cry out not knowing
what you want from me
yes, you know what
it is doing to me
like you know the number
of hairs on my head
you send me the help
i need to go on and
make me stonger in the end
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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