Author: Simona A. Brinson
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LIGHT & LOVE My soul yearns for yours Morning, noon and night I fear my soul may flee And take flight To join with yours In the heavens above In the celestial realm Where light and love Exist as one In space and time Where I am yours And you are mine If only for…
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MY SOUL YOU CANNOT HAVE My soul you cannot have But you’ll always be in my heart No matter the days Or years apart You are my first love But you won’t be my last Not a part of my future Cause you’re a piece of my past Simona A. Brinson Photo by Inja Pavlić…
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SHALLOW Guard your heart, you fool! Don’t just dive in To a shallow pool Of convolution And words polluted With meaningless phrases Of sweet nothings and lies Cause it’s all just a guise Falsified and corrupt Sharp and abrupt Don’t be sucked into the Deep darkness Of deceit Cause you’ll be the one Left holding…
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END OF THE WORLD I would have Had you asked Walked to the ends of The world with you But you never asked Cause you didn’t have a clue How to nurture love So, it never grew It never felt the sun Or glimpsed the skies of blue Unlike marigolds It was never kissed by…
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A BROKEN MAN There is just no loving A broken man Try as you will You never can A broken man Has lost his dreams They have drifted away On the abysmal stream Of the lost and battered The neglected and used A broken man Is shattered and bruised From a life unlived Unknown to…
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AT THE LAZY FLAMINGO At the Lazy Flamingo With pen in one hand And steamed gulf shrimp in the other On the Isle of Captiva Soft salty breeze blowing Words flowing My thoughts adrift On the waters of Mexico’s Gulf Where will they go Who could know Maybe some far distant shore Or maybe they’ll…
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A WOMAN NOW In you I was afraid of losing me Losing me in The shallows of your blues Losing me in The baby-powder softness of your skin Losing me in The southern cadence of your speech Losing me in The velveteen of your touch Losing me in The sweet nothings that fell from your…
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PSALM OF PRAISE O God, thou art our guiding light,In darkest hours, thy presence bright.Thou art the rock on which we stand,A refuge strong, at thy command.Thy love, a river, ever flows,Through valleys low, and mountain snows.Thy mercy, like the morning dew,Renews our souls, our faith to renew.In times of trial, we seek thy grace,To…
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the shepherd king In Bethlehem’s fields, a shepherd’s song,Young David’s spirit, brave and strong.Anointed king, by prophet’s hand,His destiny woven, in God’s command.With sling and stone, he faced the foe,Goliath’s challenge, fear did not know.A shepherd’s heart, yet warrior’s might,In God’s name, he stood to fight.From the court of Saul to his own reign,David’s saga,…
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THE LITTLE RED CABIN In a little red cabin At the edge of the woods Lives an old lady named Sue Her clothes are tattered and torn Her shoes, weathered and worn The only things that remain From the life she once knew Are a faded photograph or two That remind her of Something old,…
My Life In Word 