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A POEM A DAY 123

April 24, 2021
SOUND OF SILENCE
```
To some
The sound of silence
Is deafening
Because they cannot find retreat
From the thoughts that move 
About their minds
Like the scampering of feet
They run from the silence
In hopes of hiding
From the blade of self-talk
That is nagging and chiding 
It is silence they find frightening
They prefer the distraction of noise
They cannot comprehend
The beauty of silent joys
That come from deep within
When one gets to know oneself
It is like reading from the book of life
That has been place upon a shelf

Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 122

April 23, 2021

DAYZ

Sunday is that start of the week
The day of Holy Sabbath
The one day of which
In rest I do lavish

Monday mornings
I hit the snooze
Until I smell Bustello's
Café a-brew

Tuesday is a curious day
That I can't quite figure out
Why are people so short tempered
And like to scream and shout

Wednesday is my favorite day
It’s the day they call the "hump"
Cause the weekend will be here
In a hop, skip and a jump

Thursday is just one of those days
That I just can't wait to end
Cause the weekend will be here soon
And my sprit's on the mend

Friday is the day in which
I do not hit the snooze
Cause by 5 o'clock I hit the bar
To drink a little booze

Saturday is strictly set aside
Because I am a kid at heart
From my favorite cartoons
The Louds, SpongeBob and Patrick Star

Simona A. Brinson

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A POEM A DAY 121

April 22, 2021
SMITTEN
```
To this small kitten
I have been smitten
She has a cute pink nose
And wiry little whiskers
Although, I'm allergic
I just want to kiss her
She has pretty blue eyes
And a bobbed wee tail
I think maybe
I'll name her Gayle

Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 120

April 21, 2021
I AM WHO I AM
```
Don’t try to change me
I am who I am
I am the daughter of Peter
And the sister of Sam
I love to read
And most definitely write
I sometimes write poetry
In the dead of night
Where the only sounds
That I can be heard
Are the fluttering wings
Of whispered words
I enjoy the feel 
Of my feet in the sand
And making mud pies
With these two hands
Don’t try to change
Into someone other
I am the sister of Val
And Marie is my mother

Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 119

April 20, 2021
PAINTED SKY
```
I awoke this morning
To a painted sky so beautiful
That I said to the Lord,
Who is most diligent and dutiful
"Now Lord, you're just showing out today
Your artful hand has not betrayed
The depth of your majesty
Who other than you 
Can create such tapestries
With stay-puff clouds
And magnificent hues
Of reds, yellows
Magentas and blues"


Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 118

April 19, 2021
THE QUEEN WITHIN
```
How is it that I love
Such a man as this?
Have I been deceived
Or is my judgment amiss?
Am I so wrapped up 
In this artificial skin,
That I have lost sight of
The queen within?

Simona A.  Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 117

April 18, 2021

A MADHOUSE

I am a sane prisoner
In a madhouse of men
To this cruelty
I shall give pen
Ordinary rights
I have been so denied
My truth used against me
Concealed in lies
And false morality 
My voice suppressed
By a lack of humanity
And oh, what a miserable humanity you are
So full of hypocrisy
And blindly devoted
To the slavocracy
Of the status quo
That you would criminalize
And crucify all that is
Unique and undeniably me
For that is my only crime
Now I find myself in exile
Imprisoned and branded a freak
In order to gain freedom
I must acquiesce to the code of the condemned
But I am no hypocrite
And I will not bend
To the pressures of 
Societal norms
I will not concede
Nor, shall I conform
So, if there be no justice
In this devilish den
I shall remain a sane prisoner
In a madhouse of men

Simona A. Brinson

Inspired by: The Princess Louise of Belgium, My Own Affairs

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A POEM A DAY 116

April 17, 2021
CLOSETS
```
In the closet
Sometimes I HIDE
My vanity
And my selfish PRIDE
From this judging world
And its critical TONES
For, I fear
I may get STONED.

But why should I hide
From you HYPOCRITES
When you're standing
In your own piles of SHIT
You know what, clean your closets
And mop your FLOORS
And stay the fuck away 
From my closet DOORS!

Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 115

April 16, 2021
TUESDAY MORNING
```
Tuesday Morning
Out by the lake
I sat on the ground
To take a break
And before me
Shone the sun
So, I gave praise
To the One
Who breathed life
And conquered death
And gave the newborn babe
The sweetest breath
He made roses red
And violets blue
He created you for me
And me for you 
You are my heart, my soul
Though we have not met
There will be no discord
So, I shall not fret
Until then, my love
I will rest assured
For together
We are immured

Simona A. Brinson
```
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A POEM A DAY 114

April 15, 2021
TORN
```
When shall winds blow
And rains fall
To cleanse
My bleeding heart
From the sorrow
And the ache
That's torn it all apart
When will lilies bloom
And marigolds glisten
When will the whippoorwill sing
So, that I may listen
Cause all I can hear
From this heart of mine
Is the whimpering
Of a melancholic whine

Simona A. Brinson
```
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