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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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  • A POEM A DAY 74

    A POEM A DAY 74

    March 6, 2021

    HER DREAMS

    In the quiet of night
    When her mind is at rest
    During this time
    Is the real test
    Will her mind wander
    To life's most beautiful things
    Will rainbows and kittens
    Fill her dreams
    Will her dreams be
    Full of love and laughter
    And the most precious
    Happily-ever-after
    Or will that demon
    Creep into her soul
    And lead her down
    The devil's hole
    Where yesterday's memories
    Are plagued by the horror
    Of his barbaric savagery
    And blackened aura
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 73

    A POEM A DAY 73

    March 5, 2021

    THE CROOK

    She looked into his eyes
    And much to her surprise
    She saw every lie
    He never spoke
    
    All of her will, it took
    Though she trembled and shook,
    To release her hand from the crook
    Of his neck as he choked
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 72

    March 4, 2021

    CAT LADY

    There's this crazy cat lady
    Who lives down the street
    If you look closely
    She has paws for feet
    She has many cats
    Too numerous to count
    They need spay and neutering
    The matter is paramount
    You see cats over here
    And cats over there
    Cats on the roof
    And kittens every where
    And I probably shouldn’t mention
    But the odor is quite strenuous
    I'd offer to help
    But my constitution is tenuous
    
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 71

    A POEM A DAY 71

    March 3, 2021

    MY CONsTANT COMPANION

    She is my constant companion
    She is with me where ever I go
    She's been there in my highest of highs
    And in the depths of my lows
    We've walked down sandy beaches
    And trampled through the snow
    We've climbed mountains
    And seen places where waterfalls flow
    We have cried and we have laughed
    We've watched children grow
    Together we have risen and fell
    We have reaped and we have sowed
    We have stood in the eye of many storms
    We have watched lightening and heard thunder roll
    Her name is Depression
    And she is afflicted with woe
    If I had the strength
    I'd take a backhoe
    Dig a deep hole
    And lay her to rest at least ten feet below
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 70

    A POEM A DAY 70

    March 2, 2021

    A PONDER

    If roses weren't red
    And violets weren't blue 
    Would love be a bloom
    Between us two?
    It's just a question that I ponder
    This drab and dreary night.
    So, let's not turn this 
    Into a fight.
    Now you know 
    Just as well as I 
    That ole saying
    Is an absolute lie.
    Cause not all roses are red
    Nor all violets blue.
    And yeah,
    Love has blossomed
    Between us two!
     
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 69

    A POEM A DAY 69

    March 1, 2021

    MY SOUL WILL NOT REST

    I have loved none
    Greater than thee
    With my whole heart
    I do so decree
    A love bounding
    Resounding
    Inside of my chest
    I toss and I turn
    For my soul will not rest
    'Til I see you again
    In this life or the next
    Some may say
    My soul has been vexed
    But I shun such witchery
    Because they could not know
    Where love comes from 
    Or from where this love grows
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 68

    A POEM A DAY 68

    February 28, 2021

    IN THE ETHEREAL

    While he lay in slumber
    I listened
    With my ear to his chest
    To the beating of his heart
    Tranquil
    But never at rest
    It beat with a rhythm
    So soothing
    It lulled me into a trance
    And I drifted to the place
    Where souls meet by chance
    It was there in the ethereal
    Where his soul met mine
    And we walked hand in hand
    Into the divine
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 67

    A POEM A DAY 67

    February 27, 2021

    MESMERIZED

    She'd told me 
    Time and time again
    Not to lean back 
    In my chair
    But I didn’t listen
    I hadn't a care
    Until that fateful day
    I leaned back and looked
    And what I saw shook
    Me to the core
    Her breasts sat upon her thighs
    I was dazed and mesmerized
    At their size
    The image etched into my eyes
    Something I can never unsee
    But believe you me
    I never again leaned back in my chair
    Not even on a double dare
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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