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  • A POEM A DAY 53

    A POEM A DAY 53

    February 13, 2021

    OPEN HOUSE

    My heart keeps an open house

    The door is never locked

    All it’s simply waiting for

    Is to hear your earnest knock  

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 52

    A POEM A DAY 52

    February 12, 2021

    NO DISGUISE

     My love has no disguise
     Or nefarious intent
     It travels a straight line
     It is neither broken nor bent
     No contingency or condition
     I give it freely
     To the one whom I love
     I give it completely 
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 51

    A POEM A DAY 51

    February 11, 2021

    THE NATURE OF LOVE

     What is it that has the power
     To subdue the impregnable heart?
     I say it be love above all else
     For the nature of love
     Was in the BEGINNING
     When God created Adam
     In his image
     Yes, it be love
     That subdues the impregnable heart!
     For the nature of love
     Was in the END
     When God forsook his only Son
     That we may live
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 50

    A POEM A DAY 50

    February 10, 2021

    A LOST SOUL

    Silent screams resonate

    Through the night

    But no one takes heed

    To this soul in need

    Or cares about his plight

    Alone and dejected

    A lost soul rejected

    On the verge of

    Giving up the fight

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 49

    A POEM A DAY 49

    February 9, 2021

    THE SILENCE OF NIGHT

     Storms rage from deep within
     Calm seas rise
     My eyes well with tears
     And the room fills with muted cries
     In the silence of night
      
     As I sit alone
     In the eye of the 'cane
     The calm before the storm
     Tears fall like sprinkled rain
     In the silence of night
      
     The rain then turns to fury
     As CAT5 winds begin to blow
     But there's no one around to hear
     So no one else will know
     What goes on 
     In the silence of night
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 48

    A POEM A DAY 48

    February 8, 2021

    SILENT EXCHANGE

    She was woven into the fabric of my being

    I knew how she felt sometimes without even seeing

    Though others would simply pass her by

    I could tell by the forlorn look in her eyes

    That the weight of her world was heavy, indeed

    And of a wordless hug she was in need

    We’d embrace in silent exchange

    To an onlooker it would seem strange

    But, we too understood each unspoken word

    For a conversation between souls doesn’t need to be heard

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 47

    A POEM A DAY 47

    February 7, 2021

    EPHPHATHA

     She had sworn off love
     Resigned to a life alone
     But then one day
     An Angel walked in
     And it was as if
     Jesus had placed his hand
     On her heart and said,
     "Ephphatha!" 
     —"Be opened!"—
     And immediately her heart
     Was opened again
     To the possibility of love
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 46

    A POEM A DAY 46

    February 6, 2021

    JOURNEY

     I am locked in a maze
     Of sadness and grief
     I don’t know when 
     I will find relief
     I take this journey
     Every February first
     It's both a blessing
     And a curse
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 45

    A POEM A DAY 45

    February 5, 2021

    RESIDES INSIDE

     He holds hidden sorrows
     Behind his eyes
     That no one can see
     From these sorrows
     He wished to be free
     But how can one be free
     Of what resides inside 
     A whole but shattered heart
     Shattered by lies
     And wolves disguised
     In love's clothing
     Though he may smile
     And laugh and jest
     They are just shields
     That help protect
     His bruised and battered heart
      
     Simona A. Brinson 

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  • A POEM A DAY 44

    A POEM A DAY 44

    February 4, 2021

    BLINDED

     I wanted him to love me
     But how could he
     When he didn’t even
     Love himself enough
     To climb out of the depths
     Of his own despair
     He was so blinded
     By his own depravity
     That he couldn’t see
     Or appreciate the love
     That stood before him 
    
    Simona A Brinson

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