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Best Poems Written by Jim Healey

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Early Spring

The first crocus appeared, showing much pluck
in spite of the cold, trying her luck.
But then the wind hit her
and the wind was so bitter
that the crocus thought "This just sucks!"

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Ephemera

She found some mementoes stored in a box
before the new owners came to change the locks.
An assortment of items almost forgotten
now partly hidden under protective cotton.
The items were in her late husband's dresser;
reminders of the days when he tried to impress her.
Some old coins, a yellowed program, a dog-eared ticket;
her memories stirred and for just a minute
husband and wife were united, if only in spirit.

Two soulmates: one on earth, one up above,
linked by ephemera, but forever in love.

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Past, Present, Future

In an obscure location,
where the forest was dense,
the past, present and future walked into a bar.
It was tense.

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Canine Congregation

The boys were lined up as everyone could see.
Are you sure this is the best spot to go have a pee?
I just need to take a p***
I'm not so sure about this!
Hey! Check out that other deciduous tree!

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I Saw God But Now What?

One day, when my son was two,
he said, seemingly out of the blue,
"Daddy, I love you."
Inexplicably, I felt a jolt,
as if struck by a gentle lightning bolt.
I looked into his eyes
and to my shock and surprise,
they were glowing,
like bright sunshine showing.
I kept thinking "That's odd",
but, upon reflection, realized that I had seen God.

He was revealing Himself in my son's beautiful face.
But what did I do to deserve His grace?
My life has been no remarkable tale;
many times I've struggled, many times I've failed.
Through my memories I search and sift;
Why, what have I ever done to earn this gift?
Maybe, just maybe, it's the knowledge that I have a good heart,
and God said "You're a good dad. You're doing your part."

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A Limerick About Socio-Economics

The fear about globalization
is that Earth will devolve to stagnation; 
but with knowledge we'll prove
and definably move
away from destabilization!

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Waves

The crashing of waves...
white foam and rocky shoreline...
a salve for my soul.

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The Wild and Wacky Humour of Stephen Wright

I wanted to build a skylight in my place.
My friends thought it was spurious.
So I went and built it anyway.
Now the neighbors above me are furious.

I got a dog a few months ago,
but he doesn't want to play. 
I guess that can be a problem
when your dog's name is Stay.

I tried to draw my shadow once
but it really was tough doing.
I decided to give up after awhile
because my arm kept moving. 

Some folks say I speak too softly.
They're kinda hard to please.
I say if you can't hear me,
it's 'cause I'm in parentheses.

I met a man from Japan today.
He greeted me with a bow.
He asked if I knew what time it was.
I said yes, but not right now.

I put tape on the mirrors of my house.
It's not something I usually mention.
I do it because I don't want to walk
accidentally into another dimension.

I have a plan for my future,
and I'm sure it won't cause friction.
When I die, I'm going to leave
my body to science fiction.

Sometimes, when I'm in a good mood,
I'll relax and drink some liquor;
then I'll open a window, look up,
and smile for a satellite picture.

Last night, I was on the bus
and met the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
She said she liked Jewish cowboys;
I said Hello, I'm Bucky Goldstein.

I went into an antique store.
It has great potential.
I bought a really old typewriter.
It only types in pencil.

I went into a bank today.
The decor was sublime.
A sign said 24 hour banking,
but I don't have that much time.

This story is a strange one.
Of that I have no doubt.
My neighbor has a circular driveway.
He just can't get out.

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Lure of the Lights

She wanted to act
on a great big stage in fact,
but know-how she lacked.

She sought some advice,
beneficial and concise.
The advice? Not nice!

Instead of crying
she'd decide to keep trying -
no tears, no sighing.

The lure of stage lights:
so intoxicating.
Boldly, she pressed on.

She then caught a break:
"Emergency replacement"
for a female lead.

Opportunities
arose for more and more shows.
Sometimes, dreams come true.

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Snowstorm

Home safe from the storm;
amidst shimmering whiteness...
treacherous beauty....