Submissions by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I eat, sleep and breathe poetry. My dream was always to see my name in print below something I wrote. I'm happy to say I'm living my dream since I not only got published but became a professional writer.
no one really knew her
we all wondered
what she was doing
the day the tornado
raised her house and
then let it down
with overpowering force
it was anyone's guess
what was on the docket
for the day but
one thing was for certain
that woman buried
beneath the debris was
a very vain woman
no one except maybe
a conceited woman
could own all those clothes
no matter now all
that was left of her life
was the silk dresses draped
over the tall lovely pines
leaving us to wonder
well no one really knew her
what she was doing
the day the tornado
raised her house and
then let it down
with overpowering force
it was anyone's guess
what was on the docket
for the day but
one thing was for certain
that woman buried
beneath the debris was
a very vain woman
no one except maybe
a conceited woman
could own all those clothes
no matter now all
that was left of her life
was the silk dresses draped
over the tall lovely pines
leaving us to wonder
well no one really knew her
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letters from ed
Previously entered in "If I Could Have Told You" competition
Upon reviewing your lovely
type-written letters
safely placed in a three-ring binder
it is almost like having you here
your rasping voice insisting i
please consider your few minor
changes in my lines followed
most often by your asking me
not to be angry with you please
i am sure you were sure
i never listened to you-
my mentor and friend
for so many years
but i learned more about writing poetry
from you than you will ever know ...
Upon reviewing your lovely
type-written letters
safely placed in a three-ring binder
it is almost like having you here
your rasping voice insisting i
please consider your few minor
changes in my lines followed
most often by your asking me
not to be angry with you please
i am sure you were sure
i never listened to you-
my mentor and friend
for so many years
but i learned more about writing poetry
from you than you will ever know ...
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what it is you have to offer
this could be the beginning
of something beautiful
but i musn't plan the future
i will extract no promises
from you and i in turn
can promise you nothing
i can be free enough to
be myself with you but i
can only hope you feel the same
and most of all i expect
nothing of you for it is then and
only then i can enjoy
what it is you have to offer
of something beautiful
but i musn't plan the future
i will extract no promises
from you and i in turn
can promise you nothing
i can be free enough to
be myself with you but i
can only hope you feel the same
and most of all i expect
nothing of you for it is then and
only then i can enjoy
what it is you have to offer
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my sweet heaven
please consider
these few points
before you walk away
from me forever
you love me and
are still in love with me
your love means more
to me than everything
all couples have
their disagreements
but they kiss, make up
make love and press onward
with a new understanding
of each others needs
and we need not be
any different than the rest
your love has been
my sweet heaven
forever leading
me back to my real self
ever so steadily
these few points
before you walk away
from me forever
you love me and
are still in love with me
your love means more
to me than everything
all couples have
their disagreements
but they kiss, make up
make love and press onward
with a new understanding
of each others needs
and we need not be
any different than the rest
your love has been
my sweet heaven
forever leading
me back to my real self
ever so steadily
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i write
i write because
i reside in
a world of words
cut from
a different cloth
i view life
through a
poet's eyes
i'm a seer
a seeker of
beauty and truth
i have something
to say and
i am driven
to say it
i write
because writing
is in my blood
and i can not
not write
it's such a
part of me
i write
about raw reality
and the things
i see aren't
always pretty
writing as though
my very life
depends on it
and some days it
is the total truth
i reside in
a world of words
cut from
a different cloth
i view life
through a
poet's eyes
i'm a seer
a seeker of
beauty and truth
i have something
to say and
i am driven
to say it
i write
because writing
is in my blood
and i can not
not write
it's such a
part of me
i write
about raw reality
and the things
i see aren't
always pretty
writing as though
my very life
depends on it
and some days it
is the total truth
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mermaid dreams
she is of the earth
her home the sea
a lively legend
born of a sailor's dream
so elusive is she
some call her pure fantasy
alone she dreams
far below the sea
her home the sea
a lively legend
born of a sailor's dream
so elusive is she
some call her pure fantasy
alone she dreams
far below the sea
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game of love
the game must change
from time to time
or else it would
get boring
but i would rather
call love by
any other name
a woman should be
more to man than
just a passing fancy
but i suspect that
basically some men
see things
quite differently
from time to time
or else it would
get boring
but i would rather
call love by
any other name
a woman should be
more to man than
just a passing fancy
but i suspect that
basically some men
see things
quite differently
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no need to rush
when i was a child
i dreamed of being free
spending hours thinking
what i could be
now, many years behind me
my thoughts remain the same
and i haven't changed my name
but there are some things
better left to someone who knows
there's no need to rush it
rushing only causes pain
you told me you'd meet me
at second and st. clair
and when you didn't show
were you sure i'd be there
sometimes it's hard to wait
sometimes it's better to be late
say who wants to watch the tents go up
and the circus clowns...
i dreamed of being free
spending hours thinking
what i could be
now, many years behind me
my thoughts remain the same
and i haven't changed my name
but there are some things
better left to someone who knows
there's no need to rush it
rushing only causes pain
you told me you'd meet me
at second and st. clair
and when you didn't show
were you sure i'd be there
sometimes it's hard to wait
sometimes it's better to be late
say who wants to watch the tents go up
and the circus clowns...
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never love a cold-hearted man
never love a cold-hearted man
his mind is full of trickery
and ice runs through his veins
he will break your heart into
a million tiny pieces and
you will spend all of your time
attempting to retrieve the pieces
bandaging the wounds his
careless remarks thrown like darts
have left on your battered ego
he, who in his own mind sees himself
as master of the universe sees
you as his puppet and
he gets some kind of thrill
from manipulating your strings
his mind is full of trickery
and ice runs through his veins
he will break your heart into
a million tiny pieces and
you will spend all of your time
attempting to retrieve the pieces
bandaging the wounds his
careless remarks thrown like darts
have left on your battered ego
he, who in his own mind sees himself
as master of the universe sees
you as his puppet and
he gets some kind of thrill
from manipulating your strings
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love lies
you called me
your destiny
knowing full well
you weren't free
and never would
break the ties
that binde you
to your head-strong
wife and mother
of your children
you chased after me
everywhere i went
you were there
speaking tender love lies
wanting me to believe
i was your favored one
when it was your wife
whom always came first
now, standing alone
so many years after
the day my heart
fell at your feet
i no longer grieve
over the fact
i was nothing more
to you than
a...
your destiny
knowing full well
you weren't free
and never would
break the ties
that binde you
to your head-strong
wife and mother
of your children
you chased after me
everywhere i went
you were there
speaking tender love lies
wanting me to believe
i was your favored one
when it was your wife
whom always came first
now, standing alone
so many years after
the day my heart
fell at your feet
i no longer grieve
over the fact
i was nothing more
to you than
a...
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The Lady Blue 2
This is an excerpt from my novella "The Lady Blue"
I went back to singing soon after Monique was born. The club was doing the best it had ever done and Gary decided to use some of the money to hire a full staff of servants. I ended up not having to do anything but enjoy the time I spent with our daughter and of course, sing nights at the Lady Blue. Things would have been near perfect had it not been for the continuing dreams.
"I'm going to see Madam Levere in the morning."
"Why waste the time? She's worthless.
She's the best medium I know,...
I went back to singing soon after Monique was born. The club was doing the best it had ever done and Gary decided to use some of the money to hire a full staff of servants. I ended up not having to do anything but enjoy the time I spent with our daughter and of course, sing nights at the Lady Blue. Things would have been near perfect had it not been for the continuing dreams.
"I'm going to see Madam Levere in the morning."
"Why waste the time? She's worthless.
She's the best medium I know,...
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The Lady Blue
This is an excerpt from my novella "The Lady Blue" about a Cajun beauty coming of age in New Orleans, Louisiana in the mid seventies.
Our baby, Monique, was born the following June and as luck would have it, the day was a Friday. I cried wishing that she had waited one more day or had come on Thursday instead. Gary tried to be understanding and said the thing about Fridays being unlucky days was just an old superstition no one believed in anymore.
I was still afraid and certainly not surprized when I started having dreams of something bad happening to our daughter. ...
Our baby, Monique, was born the following June and as luck would have it, the day was a Friday. I cried wishing that she had waited one more day or had come on Thursday instead. Gary tried to be understanding and said the thing about Fridays being unlucky days was just an old superstition no one believed in anymore.
I was still afraid and certainly not surprized when I started having dreams of something bad happening to our daughter. ...
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