New Issue Out!

You can now view my most recently published poem, "Empathic Felony" in the Spring 2010 anniversary issue of Illumen Magazine. Illumen can be purchased at http://www.genremall.com/zinesr.htm#illumen , the Sam's Dot Publishing Genre Mall :)


Hope You Like It!!!

Poems For Juliet
These two poems were written in 1998 or 99 as "Lost Poems To Juliet" from Romeo, her love.













My Maiden Fair



My maiden fair, your eyes are like the night,

Two sparkling orbs so clear and filled with light,

Your lips the berry red of sweetened wine,

That beckon kisses with their rosy shine.

Your flowing hair reminds me of the wheat,

Your voice the melody of all that’s sweet.

I long to hold you softly in my arms,

And keep you safe from all the world’s harsh harms.







My Virgin's Song


My only love, my herald of the morn,

You are the sun when heaven’s rays are born.

You are a lily on the quiet waves,

And hold all those who see you heart-sick slaves.

And I am thankful just to know ‘tis I

You gifted with your virgin’s sweetened cry.

To no man shall you ever now belong,

Except to me, for whom you sang your song.


Both by Brienne (Brenton-Kramer) Adams

One of my favorites....





To My Dear and Loving Husband

By: Anne Bradstreet


If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever….

This is a Valentine poem from my childhood. Hope you enjoy it!:)

My Valentine

I have a little valentine
That someone sent to me.
It's pink and white and red and blue,
And pretty as can be.
Forget-me-nots are round the edge,
And tiny roses too;
And such a lovely piece of lace-
The very palest blue.
And in the center there's a heart,
As red as red can be!
And on it's written all in gold,
To you with love from me.

~Mary Catherine Parsons~


**I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentines Day!:) **

This is a poem based on my childhood memories of Christmases in Michigan.

The Prettiest Christmas Tree




Blankets of snow covered branches in white
As we walked three abreast, mittened hands holding tight.
You swung me between you and Daddy that day,
On a Christmas that seems long ago, far away.

But still, I remember the smell of the pines,
And how they appeared in their uniform lines.
It was my year to choose, so I ran round with glee,
Searching the woods for the best Christmas tree.

The tree that I chose wasn’t full, wasn’t tall,
But crooked, and lonely, and really quite small.
Daddy and you gave a questioning stare,
And I just explained that our tree needed care.

We brought home our tree in a sheet, wrapped up tight,
And dressed it in ornaments, tinsel, and light.
When all work was done, we sat round in awe
Of the prettiest Christmas tree we ever saw!

~Brienne Adams~

This is a poem I wrote for my husband a few years ago. We have been married about 4 years, and we met in 8th grade. I love him as much and more, than when we first fell in love when I was 13 years old :)

You are…. (to my husband Brian)



This ring says you’re my husband,
This ring says I’m your wife.
Your words say you’re my soother,
That you’ll take away my strife.

Your hands say you’re my lover,
Your eyes say you’re my man.
Your fists are my protector,
Your praise my greatest fan.

Your friendship is my comfort,
Your presence is my light,
Your watchfulness my virtue,
And your honesty my sight.

Your love is mine forever,
Your passion wakes my soul.
Your mind says you’re a challenge.
You truly make me whole.

~Brienne Adams~

I wrote this poem after a particularly nasty fight with my father during highschool. Ahhhh...the teenage days... It must not have been a truly important issue, or I would remember what the fight was about! As you can see, it is a little long winded, but so are dramatic teenaged girls!!! Anyway, I love you Dad, and hope that I have become a woman who makes you proud! :)

Daddy’s Poem

What is a love eternal?
What is a love that’s kind?
What is a love elusive,
a love within the mind?

What kind of love is sacred,
so deep inside your soul?
What kind of love is healing?
What kind of love is whole?

Which love is often sought for,
bursts tears forth when you’re mad?
That love that’s all consuming
is love defining Dad.

All little girls need laughter,
all little girls shed tears.
All little girls have nightmares
and bring Daddy all their fears.

Their Daddy is protector,
a strength and silent light.
No matter what befalls them
their Daddy is their knight.

And as the girls grow older,
they still grasp their fathers’ hands,
and yearn to hold to Daddy
as life slips through time’s quick sands.

They may feel sad, uncertain,
fear that Daddy’s love will change
or wane as blooming women
feel their lives just rearrange.

Will Daddy love my changes?
Will our love still strive to be?
Through the fights and understandings
will he still see baby me?

A daughter’s greatest fear
is to lose her father’s love,
to mar the girlish image
that home movies whisper of.

But all little girls grow older,
all little girls will change.
The love they share with Daddy
will just grow and rearrange.

And women still need laughter,
and women still shed tears.
When women still have nightmares,
they’ll bring Daddy all their fears.

For daddies love their daughters
and they deep down know it’s true.
This woman’s still a little girl,
and she knows you love her too.

I love you daddy.
Love, Breezy