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  • A POEM A DAY 84

    A POEM A DAY 84

    March 16, 2021

    WOVEN

    You are wrong about yourself
    And here's the reason why
    Because you bought into 
    Someone else's lie
    About who you are 
    And the breadth of your worth
    That was bestowed upon you
    Before the time of your birth
    You see, 
    You are priceless
    Because you were chosen
    In your mother's womb
    You were intricately woven
    You are all at once
    Complex and marvelous
    Crafted by the Great Artisan
    With care and purposefulness
    So,
    Don’t take for granted
    The breadth of your worth
    Because it was bestowed up you
    Before the time of your birth
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 83

    A POEM A DAY 83

    March 15, 2021

    RUMOR

    Rumors have ears that listen with intent
    They spread like wildfire cause they don’t cost a cent
    They freely flow from a pair of lips to another's ears
    They travel rapidly to places far and near
    The rumor changes subtly each time that it's uttered
    Because words are added and the rumor gets cluttered
    With lies and falsehoods that help propagate
    And feed the flames so it will not abate
    The thing about rumors, they need not be true
    As long as the rumor is not about you
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 82

    A POEM A DAY 82

    March 14, 2021

    THE SIDE OF SELF

    Sometimes I am hot.
    Sometimes I am cold.
    But most often I am lukewarm.
    Trying to walk the line 
    between self and God. 
    I straddle the fence
    Not quite able to balance
    I often slip to 
    To the side of self
    Periodically, 
    I take Him down
    And wipe away the dust
    By calling on His name
    Or throwing out a praise
    May be saying a quick prayer
    But its all for the benefit of self
    
    Lord, 
    Tell me how to 
    Keep you off the shelf
    Give me the wisdom
    To put you before myself
    Help me tear down the fence
    That stands in my path
    Make my heart yearn
    For Your presence
    Without Your aid
    I will remain lukewarm
    And continue to lean on
    The side of self
    
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 81

    A POEM A DAY 81

    March 13, 2021

    TOO LATE

    If I were a star
    I'd shine just for you
    If I were a blade of grass
    I'd hold your morning dew
    If I were at rainbow's end
    There a pot of gold would wait
    But you and I are no more
    Alas, it is too late
    My star no longer
    Shines for you
    Barren is the field
    Where grass once grew
    Nothing waits
    At the rainbow's end
    Not even the chance
    To call me friend
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 80

    A POEM A DAY 80

    March 12, 2021

    nemesis

    The frog is my nemesis
    I say that with grimace
    There is no other beast
    I loathe more than this
    And I would certainly never kiss
    A frog, NOT EVER!
    Not even if he were a prince
    I'd forgo the crown
    And my change to be queen
    I would rather get frostbite
    And lose a leg to gangrene
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 79

    A POEM A DAY 79

    March 11, 2021

    OLE BILL

    Now Bill is an unassuming dog. 
    He plays with lizards and licks on frogs.
    The thing he likes to do for fun, 
    Is lie on his back and bask in the sun.
    If one didn’t know better, they'd think he was dead
    And go grab a shovel from inside the shed.
    Now ole Bill doesn’t do much these days,
    Besides sleep and watch the cows graze.
    At night he retires to his cozy den
    And only comes out when that cackling hen,
    Who is without a cock
    Falls under the guise of the sly little fox.
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 78

    A POEM A DAY 78

    March 10, 2021

    THE FOX AND THE HEN

    The little red fox said to the hen,
    "Where are all the women and men?"
    The hen said, "They are off to the dance."
    The fox replied, "Well, this is my chance."
    "Your chance for what?" asked the hen without pause.
    The fox smiled as he unfurled his paws.
    He licked his lips and smacked his chops.
    But the hen didn’t notice cause she was clucking nonstop.
    The fox steadied himself to go in for the kill
    And then jumped right into the mouth of Bill.
    That ole hound had come out from his den,
    To save the life of that unwitting hen.
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 77

    A POEM A DAY 77

    March 9, 2021

    orange

    How many words
    Can I rhyme with orange
    Well Paul preached
    In the city of Corinth
    I am not Goldilocks
    I do not like porridge
    I am not a nurse
    No Nightingale, Florence 
    I would wrestle a bear
    If I could muscle up the courage
    I have a dear friend named
    Lauren Laurence
    And a nephew named
    Mehki Warren
    Last night I woke myself
    With heavy snorin'
    I live in an RV
    Without much storage
    I've never shot heroine
    In my arm with a syringe
    For the practice of slavery
    I have complete abhorrence
    I didn’t find this challenge
    Completely borin'
    How many words can 
    You rhyme with orange
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 76

    A POEM A DAY 76

    March 8, 2021

    THIS & THAT

    What am I gonna
    Write about today
    My mind is a wreck
    In complete melee
    This thought says that
    That thought says this
    A mind in chaos
    At the same time bliss
    Its everything
    And nothing at all
    It's as heavy
    As a medicine ball
    It is full
    And it's empty
    Not it's thinking of 
    Patrick Dempsey
    McDreamy
    McSteamy
    And all their anatomy
    I must confess
    I blush with modesty
    I still have no idea
    What I am going to write
    So, I'll lay down my pen 
    And call it a night
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 75

    A POEM A DAY 75

    March 7, 2021

    PERCEIVED BEASTS

    I have walked amid giants
    And dwelled among trolls
    I have counted their fingers
    And smelled their toes
    I have heard their laughter
    And wiped their tears
    I have done my best 
    To calm their fears
    You see, it is man alone
    That they fear most
    Not goblins or ghouls 
    Nor Blackbeard's ghost
    Because man is the killer 
    Of all perceived beasts
    For God's sake will kill apes
    Just for their hands and feet
    So, it is understandable why
    They choose to hide from the light
    And find pleasure
    In the cover of night
    What I wish
    I could get you to comprehend
    Is they are just like us
    Women and men
    With desires and dreams
    Of fanciful things
    They like to play
    Especially on swings
    They have children
    Who go to school
    They are pacifists
    So, there's never a duel
    They are kind and considerate
    And unselfish at heart
    When they eat beans
    They toot and they fart
    They are storytellers
    About the days of old
    When giants and men
    And even trolls
    Broke bread together
    In merriment and peace
    In a time when 
    There were no perceived beasts
    Only fellow companions
    In an unblemished world
    Where friendship was more prized
    Than rubies and pearls
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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