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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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  • A POEM A DAY 66

    A POEM A DAY 66

    February 26, 2021

    GRANDMA’S HOUSE

    Summer vacation
    My destination
    Grandma's house
    Where if it thundered and lightened
    I sat quiet as a mouse
    With my cousins
    A minimum of a half dozen
    Of us at a time
    But it was always
    Me, Lisa and Sam
    Cookie, Sack and Pam
    Others would come and go
    Like Mup and Shannon
    Keith and Terrano
    We played jump rope
    Hopscotch and
    Mother may I?
    Sometimes it was so hot
    I thought I would die!
    But that didn’t stop us
    From playing
    Red light-Green light
    Or hide-and-go-seek
    I'm pretty sure someone
    Took a BB to the cheek
    We'd run and play
    All day long
    And sing silly sing-alongs
    Screen door slams
    "Now y'all stay in or out!"
    Grandma would say
    Cause she had the clout
    And extending from her hand
    A long thin switch
    And that thing hurt
    Like a son-of-a-bitch
    We played cards
    And shelled peas
    Ate neck bones
    And greens
    Shelled more peas
    Then butter beans
    We'd sneak in the barn
    To find Granddaddy's buck
    We played gin rummy
    Tump and pluck
    And games like Monopoly
    Life and Connect 4
    And when that Chevy engine roared
    We'd catch Jim to the store
    We caught dragonflies by day
    And watched fireflies by night
    Sometimes we'd fight
    But we love each other
    Come what may
    I wish I could go back
    To those fun filled days
    Back to my favorite destination
    For summer vacation
    And sit quiet as a mouse
    At Grandma's house
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 65

    A POEM A DAY 65

    February 25, 2021

    SUDDEN & SWEET

    I have never been struck before
    With a love so sudden and sweet
    I question its validity
    And I fear I may retreat
    To the comfort of 
    My safety zone
    Of solitude
    Alone at home
    Just me
    Myself and I
    Eating ice cream
    And blueberry pie
    But I am stricken
    With a love so sudden and sweet
    It lies on my lips
    Like a delicate treat
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 64

    A POEM A DAY 64

    February 24, 2021

    LULLABY

    I have not heard
    My love's voice
    In two days
    Maybe three
    His voice is low
    And deep
    It flutters like the reed
    Of a baritone
    Saxophone 
    When he speaks
    It reverberates in my chest
    From north to south
    And east to west
    It is as soothing as Brahms Lullaby
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • gravity

    gravity

    February 24, 2021
     Between us lies a stillness
     Its implications deep
     I lie here contemplating 
     While he is fast asleep
     Here in the silence
     My thoughts drift away
     Wandering back
     To that not so distant day
     When to breathe was to love him
     And to love him was to breathe
     And we danced in the place
     Where love was conceived
     Passions fluttered in the air
     On wings of butterfly bliss
     My heart yearned for his love
     My lips lingered on his kiss
      
     With the rustle of sheets
     I snap back to reality
     I feel the crushing weight
     Of the chasm's gravity
     Pressed from all sides
     In silence I cry
     For love that once was
     Now withered and dry
     I lie here beside him
     Together — Alone
     In the place where love
     Turns to pillars of stone
     Between us lies a stillness
     Its implications deep
     I lie here contemplating 
     While he is fast asleep
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 63

    A POEM A DAY 63

    February 23, 2021

    UPON THE SHELF

    I have made this solemn vow
    No more will I allow
    You to berate me
    Or take away my glee
    Because I found myself
    Upon the shelf
    Where I laid my soul
    Many years ago
    For safe keeping
    Until I got full of your heaping
    Pile of excrement
    And your rotten temperament
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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