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Best Poems From
FAITH ELIZABETH BRIGHAM
(May 14,1953)
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Another Man's Treasure
i finally parted with
the old living room coffee table
leaving it curb-side for
the waste technician
only to discover
within the hour
it had been snatched up
by the garbage pickers
do you agree with
the old saying
'one man's trash
is another man's treasure'
ido
believe it-
it's true
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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As Good As You Make Me
i am here
because you have
created me
drawing from you
your truth
your life experiences
i dwell inside
your earthly being
springing forth
from your hearts core
i long for expression
use me as you need me
i am the vehicle
behind that
driving need of
yours to be heard
i am your life-line
your path to peace
and fulfillment
use me wisely
for you are my master
while i am like
a soothing salve
i will never leave you
spurring you onward
i am your poetry
your unique form
of contribution
to all mankind
i am your emotional
release and
your reprieve
i am capable
of greatness and
can change peoples lives
i will live forever
but please remember
i am only as good
as you make me
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Autobiography
i admit it-
i wanna be hip
i've been known
to write poems
on paper napkins
in restaurants
when i didn't have
a piece of
scrap paper handy
i've helped
start programs
worked real hard
and got some promotions
i hate rudeness
in others and people
who pretend they're hip
by gossiping
yes, i admit-
i wanna be hip
i detest cruelty
to animals and
don't like
saying goodbye
i have as heroes
evan hunter, bob dylan,
lawrence ferlinghetti,
john irving and
kris kristofferson-
all real hip dudes
i do admit it-
i wanna be hip
i like being called
laid-back
soft-spoken
and a true friend
to the people
in my life
that really matter
that's pretty cool
just maybe a
little bit hip
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Bad Dog Blues
I've got me a bad dog
Yeah, he's a mean old boy.
I've got me a bad dog
He's sure a mean old boy
He won't answer when
I call him, lawd, he treats
me like a toy.
He's so ornery
I've got to chase him down
each time he roams.
He's so ornery
I've got to chase him down
each times he roams.
Seems like everytime I
turn around I'm dragging
that sorry dog home.
He know's he's a bad dog
when he eats holes in my shoes.
He know's he's a bad dog
when he eats holes in my shoes.
He just looks at me with
sad eyes that seem to say even
bad dogs get the blues.
He looks at me with
pleading eyes and says
'Even bad dogs get the blues.'
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Read more: dog poems, sorry poems, sad poems, home poems, time poems
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