Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Time passes by in the blink of an eye
People gather round discussing why
Pretending as if they don't know
Time passes by so that they can grow

What about life would they have to say
if life just stood still day after day
Mem'ries made with joys and pains
years of life with losses and gains

Life alone can give or take
causing many a heart to break
Time passes by and they grow wise
Living and creating emotional ties

Most of the time they don't know why
understanding comes before they die
Time passes by in the blink of an eye
and just like them I pretend I don't know why


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Jane Briganti's poems have appeared in Creations Magazine and in a variety of on-line publications. She lives and works in New York City.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Tie a purple ribbon around my heart
promise me darling we'll never be apart

I love you more than you could know
with you I'm free, my spirit can grow

Speak to me, the way of romance
hold me close while we share a dance

Let's sit together and share our deepest dreams
nothing is impossible, nothing is what it seems

Celebrate the Universe and her power
She's brought us together; it's her finest hour

We have found an everlasting love
blessed are we by the Heavens above

Soulmates, separated for years by the seas
to each other's hearts we hold the keys

Our life together destined to begin
second chances at love are not a sin

Tie a purple ribbon around my heart
together, a masterpiece of loving art!


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Jane Briganti's poems have appeared in Creations Magazine and in a variety of on-line publications. She lives and works in New York City.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Swipe it
Chip it
Tap it
I hear it everywhere
What about cash?
Try it if you dare

Mumbles of annoyance
from those who cannot wait
Cash transactions
are considered out of date

Everything moving fast
and nothing slow
People rushing about
What do they really know

The allure of cash
The jingle of change
To modern consumers
seems all too strange

The value of money
is not the same
Just pick a card
A consumer's game

Bonus points and
Cash back scams
People falling victim
like slaughtered lambs

"Buy more stuff"
The message is clear
Charge it to your card
pay it off next year

Governmental plans
to keep the people poor
Give them what they want
and keep them buying more


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Jane Briganti's poems have appeared in Creations Magazine and in a variety of on-line publications. She lives and works in New York City.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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A place to call home
Familiar sights and scenery
that warm the eyes
or maybe
New possibilities
New places yet
to be discovered

Meeting new people
Exchanging smiles
Diversity, runs far and wide
Different voices
Changing customs

Where does one
belong?

A place called home
Somewhere, anywhere
one feels safe
Feeling they belong
without hesitation
without any second thoughts

Home is where the heart is
or so they say
Home is where you are
when you're not wishing
you were away!


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A Native New Yorker, she believes poetry is the souls way of communicating with itself.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Her heartbreak was posted for reading
he was there, poetically reciprocating
night and day, a button click away

Amity and love gave her fortitude
to cross the ocean and have credence
leaving behind a life, an ocean of strife

New horizons awaited her arrival
time elapsed like passing winds
skies of gray ultimately turned azure
not needing more, a poet she'd adore


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A Native New Yorker, she believes poetry is the souls way of communicating with itself.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Is success failure
turned inside out?
Would you have succeeded
had you walked
a different route?
Are you proud
of decisions you made?
Happiness for success
may be a trade
Success for everyone
is not the same
Some want love, money
and others fame
The seeds of success
are yours to sow
But without failure
you will not grow
To evolve
and die content
one must understand
what life really meant


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A Native New Yorker, she believes poetry is the soul's way of communicating with itself.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Her eyes met his, her body tingled all over
He spoke but she heard nothing
Deafened by her own thoughts
"my soulmate stands before me"
Undeniably, she wanted him, she needed him
He completed her, her heart pounded
Together forever for the rest of their lives
Young and pure, their hearts yearning
Blinded by love, they were inseparable
Seas of emotion filled them both
A tidal wave of passion
Trials and tributes, the power of love
Emotions fluctuated between love and hate
A line so thin, invisible to the naked eye
Cascades of joy and rains of sadness
visited throughout the years
Storms flooded innocent hearts
Drowning fast their love
Life changed like the seasons
Luminous rays cleared gray clouds
bringing hope for yet another day
Though shadows of torment
still lurked nearby, just waiting
Silent anguish bled their hearts dry
leaving their souls hollow
Jubilant memories forsaken
soon replaced with heartache
A void now filled her existence
She was lost in her own despair
Once a muse, now she was gone
Isolated and alone
Trapped in a cocoon of sorrow
she awaits metamorphosis
Her love for him lies dormant
buried deep within, never forgotten
A love like no other, it feeds her
She breathes this love
An endless oxygen of glory
A butterfly is born!


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Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Vacillation
the internal enemy
disturbing sleep
occupying the mind
Subconscious thoughts
crossing pathways
of reality

The body, the mind
lie awake in agitation
eyelids tightly shut
restless thoughts
The dream state
a distant yearning

Morning comes
without repose
silent chatter
tires the mind
with distorted
perceptions

A faculty of
consciousness
awaits tranquility
The dream state
perhaps tonight


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Contributor: Jane Briganti

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A zen circle represents life
We are born; we die
we come full circle

Think not of yesterday
worry not for tomorrow
simply live for today

Silence nourishes the mind
oxygen feeds the heart
enlightenment surrounds


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Contributor: Jane Briganti

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This Planet Earth of ours cries in pain
Perhaps because we take her in vain
Who's to say how long she'll keep
Sadly true, her wounds run deep
Where will the children of tomorrow be?
No animals, water or even a tree
Innocent animals we know and love
are going extinct - no hope from above
Contaminated waters - pollution and more
the damage is done straight down to the core
Evergreen trees protecting everyone
providing oxygen and shade from the sun
For us they grow and weather withstand
Their survival depends on this earthly land
Respect Mother Nature and Planet Earth
Show her the meaning of her worth
Open your eyes - the expected is here
annihilation and all that we fear
The Human Race and greed are to blame
The world will end; what a crying shame


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Contributor: Jane Briganti

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We sit, we type
some might even say
we writers sometimes write

Observation,
contemplation
about the world we share
often daunting and painful
it is what writers bare

Our words - albeit true
are not always dark and bleak
we writers sometimes write
of love and the hope we seek

Why we write
perhaps we are not sure
for a poets heart
is nothing less than pure


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A Native New Yorker, her poetry expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Am I almost "there"?
Is "there" an indication of personal success?
A win, a triumph, a place I must reach before a certain age
A point in time I will remember forever
Will I know when I've reached "there"?
Is it victorious,
The pinnacle
A culmination of a life's journey
Am I "there" yet?
The internal question I can't escape
A silent pressure to obtain status
What if I never reach "there"?
Am I a failure,
Will my existence be incomplete?
Perhaps "there" is nothing more then an illusion
never to be reached
Moving forward I contemplate;
Am I so far from "there"
that I don't know where "there" is?


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A Native New Yorker, her poetry expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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A cascade of tears
for pains in the past
sadness pours from within
Beethoven soothes the heart

A bleeding soul
stabbed by love
weighted with regret
Mozart heals the wounds

A lifeless body
abandoned and bleak
falls from shattered dreams
Stravinsky awakens hope

Melodic overtures
avenging times of strife
tranquility ascends
Everything is better with music


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A Native New Yorker, her poetry expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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There he sits day after day
Empty his eyes, they look away
Marriage perhaps is just too long
What once felt right now feels wrong

When she's gone will he wonder why
behind the scenes might he even cry
or will he celebrate her letting go
Maybe yes, but she will never know

Distant is he from dusk to dawn
She finds no reason to carry on
He does not treat her as he should
she is not made of rock or wood

His words are fewer everyday
he turns his back and walks away
What a shame to say goodbye
So many years - should not she cry

The love between them is no more
being together has become a chore
He just wanted someone to claim
she was naive - what a shame

So like a king upon his throne
he will continue all alone
She forgives him, it's OK
She will survive another day

Her love for him was one of a kind
another like hers he will not find
So here is where she says goodbye
Gone with all her reasons why


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A Native New Yorker, her poetry expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Following footprints
deep within the snow
Where they will lead
she does not know

Feeling confused
and all alone
Wandering around
searching the unknown

What she seeks
is a mystery to her
Her existence on Earth
is a passing blur

Footprints in the snow
have melted to the ground
Now she is lost
and nowhere to be found


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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Can we grow a second heart
to love someone other?
Can we love again
after the loss of another?

Can a new found love
heal the pains of the past?
Can a second heart -
a new love ever last?

Can two new hearts
become ever one?
Can they compare
to another or none?

Matters of the heart
their pains run deep
Leaving them with scars
and memories to keep

Can they move past
matters of the heart?
Is it feasible
a brand new start?

They can only wonder
if all they know is true
For all they really know
might not be what they knew


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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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True love-
something few will ever know
It is not what you think-
clouds of fluff and
unicorns colored pink

True love-
an ache which fills the heart
Taking over body and soul
without him or her
you will never be whole

True love-
consumes your existence
Feelings of happy and sad
Unpredictable, uncontrollable
being in love is not a fad

True love-
makes you feel sick
It's not all glitter and gold
but if you find true love
together you'll grow old

True love-
comes only once
To none does it compare
It won't be an easy ride
but have faith in it, if you dare!


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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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a tree waits for spring
Cherry Blossoms bloom again
birds return to sing

ocean waves roll in
while the birds fly overhead
hope for all mankind

leaves drifting earthbound
Autumn season approaches
squirrels are nesting

a field of daisies
are blooming under the sun
a new day is here

winter winds whistle
through the barren evergreens
hear the forest cry

river water flows
creating pathways of life
animals huddle


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A Native New Yorker, she writes to express her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Love birds don't sing
And she's feeling blue
So much is wrong
What can she do?

Love birds don't sing
They have left the sky
Her efforts have failed
She wonders why?

Love birds don't sing
They have flown away
A bond has broken
There's no more to say

Love birds can't fly
Without their wings
Love birds are gone
They no longer sing


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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts and emotions.

Contributor: Jane Briganti

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Never thinking of the future
Not really making plans
She just follows her heart
Walking through the lands

She believes in energies
They guide her where to go
Faithfully following signs
Allowing energies to flow

How her journey will end
This she does not know
All she can do is believe
And let her spirit grow


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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts and emotions.