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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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Why Daddy Misbehaved
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs'.
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Wishing
drinking a beer
and wishing i
was anywhere
but where i am
i'm wondering
if you're wishing
you were anywhere
but where you are
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Woman On Death Row
no one knows
if she was predisposed
to end up
in the pen
for killing men
her final home
to be death row
giving no thought
to opening fire
laughing as
her victims died
dropped like flies
in the dead of night
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Writing In The Nude
i always wake up very early
and sit up in my bed
i reach for my wireless keyboard
and type what's in my head
yes, i love to write my poetry
which i would love to sell
i'm sitting here writing in the nude
but promise you won't tell
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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