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Poetry by Brigid Bishop (RSS)

Brigid Bishop is a life-long Poet and has been published many times. Enjoy some of Brigid's original work!

The Grandfather Clock by Brigid Bishop

The Grandfather Clock   The Grandfather Clock was ticking, But time was standing still. I was waiting for my love to call me, But he has not called me still. The time it is not passing. The time it does not change. The Grandfather Clock just

For All the Animal Lovers in the Audience

A Pet's Prayer   Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows,

Love Expressed, Poetry by Brigid Bishop

A poem for you to think about this weekend.     Love Expressed by Brigid Bishop     I feel you without any embrace, no need of recognition fleeting across your face. I see your naked soul, and I just know... I am your

Just for Fun!

I wrote this little poem a few months back just for fun, it was one of those silly, giddy days. Anyone who reads their own cards may well enjoy it, (or not), anyway, here it is:   Will The Tarot Speak to Me?   I have a question on my mind,

Can't Leave

I was hit by the thoughts of an old friend tonight, hit hard, and I know that she's still suffering through an impossible situation even though we haven't talked in forever, and I wrote this poem for her.   Can't Leave   Another year goes

The Grandfather Clock

The Grandfather Clock   The Grandfather Clock was ticking, But time was standing still. I was waiting for my love to call me, But he has not called me still. The time it is not passing. The time it does not change. The Grandfather Clock just

Inspiration

Inspiration   What drives us to passion? What masks our pain? What keeps us from sleeping and drives us insane? Those empty promises, spoken - unashamed. Whispers of futures yet to unfold. Empty illusions, souls that are cold. Wanting

Embrace

Embrace   I embraced his sorrow, he embraced my pain. I returned his voice to him bruised, yet still the same. I let him speak out freely, and heard his stifled thoughts. Something wounded in his laugh, made me think him lost. I listened

Soulmates Return

Soulmates Return   The lovers reunite, after a stormy flight. No chance had they, come what may, to abandon their love to the night. The truth was out to find them, and tentacles of fate prevailed. There was no way to deny the love that

There Will Be Wolves

I wrote this poem on May 30, 1997, just 23 days after becoming involved with Frank.  In many ways it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.  I think it is the greatest poem I have ever produced.  It has been published and copyrighted, you may