Poems
by Terry Brinkman
Silk Umbrella
Many stars all for a fleeting midnight
She holds a Silk Umbrella with a Gold cover
Violent shooting stars atmospheric perturbation survey
Happy as the night was long lover
A gone but not forgotten time
Geon of the brightness of the poets pen
Faintly chuckled with delight of the rhyme
Raining storm tossed hearts of men
Bold As Brass
Bold as brass in her voice
Gnawing sorrel on her face now in the past
Giving way to tears her eyes turn red
He stole an arm around her waist
Together they whisk well like white of eggs flow
Wanted her ball to play with having won the night
She tickled tiny tots two cheeks woe
Casting shadows over her childhoods sight
Girlish Shyness
Verge of tears short sighted eyes
Girlish shyness a haunting expressive state
Blue Irish blue eyes still cries
Unmistakably evident innate refinement fate
A deliberate lie for time to hope
High degree held a gentle woman possessed
Seated with her companions
Year of the rebellion epicenter at its least
Brick Bat
Her eyes dancing in admonition hearts
Silently sad down cast eyes dead
High degree held over her own parts
Brick Bat to trust always buried
Her eyes misty with unshed tears
Her silent sad downcast eye
Lady of the land herself appears
A deliberate time to lie
Her P.P.E
Asia Minor Turkey Seven Biblical white gowns are all gone
Revelation begins with nurses and ends with mens lives
Greek Seven Spirts before her missing P.P.E
Him who loves us made us light but no face masques
Freed-us from our sins by his blood in the last fight
Who was and who is to come times ten after all our P.P. E is lost
Majority of our Greek manuscripts is lost now
Alpha and Omega the life of a nurse
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