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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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One Blue Rose
i guess that i will never know
why it is you had to go
you never even said goodbye
you just left me one blue rose
on the pillow where your head had been
until i awoke i had never thought
that i would wake up all alone
so now i see as days go by
there's nothing left to do but cry
and think of how the rose will die
it's beauty soon to fade away
i'll place the rose between the pages
of my favorite poetry book
then someday when i'm feeling brave
i will open the book and take a look
at the one blue rose you left for me
whose message is still unclear to me
for i did not know anything was wrong
until i saw that you were gone
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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To Hold You
to hold you in my arms, my dear
to kiss your lips so sweet
to hear your heart beat
next to mine would be pure ecstacy
but while a moment's pleasure
with you would be divine
it could never be worth the pain
we would be sure to find
though sometimes my heart is heavy
i have said goodbye to misery
for our friendship is a precious thing
and a friend you have indeed
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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We Do Not Write About
we do not write about
what we do not know
the so-called visionaries
in a frantic world
savoring chances taken
mourning lost opportunities
advancing with unmatched passion
a mere reflection of our double-life
we do not write about
what we do not know
but of the esoteric
world inside our heads
of displaced bullets
or the bothersome sometimes
bull-headed black holes in our souls
we do not write about
what we do not know
but of pain and suffering
or pleasure (possibly pure ecstasy)
and sometimes someone listens
to the stirrings of our souls
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Whose World Is It, Anyway
in spite of all i've got to do
i doubt that when my day is through
i've done all i set out to do
but whose world is it, anyway
now, seldom do things go my way
in spite of all i do or say
i may not get a break today
but whose world is it, anyway
sometimes, life seems like a snare
so much suffering is everywhere
God gave me life so i could share
a world He made beyond compare
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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