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Jim Joyce
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Lost in Youth
Rainbows in the clouds, walking on railroad tracks , locomotives up close
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning dew,
Grandparents ,riding lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny transistor radios, baseball games talking late into the night
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes
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Jim Joyce
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When chances meet thru modern means and poet trees
Then misty dreams drift close together
As first meetings with no care
And long flowing hair ,
Red as apple blossoms blooming fair,
Bewitching smiles and longing sounds
And sweet nectar drifting through the air
Faint echoes of loves pure air and poetry abound
Bitter sweet from afar , the smiles
rosy cheeks ,and twinkling eyes
And most of all white doves
Floating in the sky
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Jim Joyce
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Roses blooming late in spring ,
Fresh and green reach for the sky
Wanting everything to make them sing
Rains come and go ,leaving the sunshine
along the road to make it grow
Gardeners reap the benefit of beauty and love
Cultivating flowers like doves
beauty lies in the attraction of hope and sky
Making friends with everyone with witty replies
Caressing the earth , embodying the beauty that make them lie
In fertile ground ,my best colors I send
Red ,red lips of colors fly
Reflecting the passion of earth and sky
Desiring to grow roses as reflections, cared with love and affection
The gardener cultivates flowers to perfection
At times weeds creep in ,attracted by foreign things
alongside the road , Leaving you alone to wonder
What they really wanted you to bring
Some roses leave u wanting more
Than bitter leaves and growing pains
Fields of colors, all restored
Fresh from harvest, fresh from the rain
Till all that’s left to you in return
is beauty, gained in full measure, lying in vain
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Jim Joyce
Poem
A friend is like …
A long sunset walk on the beach
Or a tangy bite of a newly ripened peach
A piece of warm double layered chocolate cake
Or a quick dive into a cool clear lake
A long slow naked hug while lying on a soft fuzzy rug
Or your heart singing ,unexpectedly hearing the telephone ring
A passing stranger giving a quick warm smile
Or a barefoot splash in the summer rain , meanwhile
The soothing rains continue through the night
Making the long journey of delight
Warm and gentle, peaceful and calm
Like Sleeping thru the night in a gentle balm
A friend is like ….
Cheerful chirping crickets on a clear August night
Or laying on the warm island sand waiting for the twilight
Watching the blinking secrets of fireflies sitting on warm summer grass
Or gazing at the dark starry skies on a boat with a creaking mast
Listening to cool jazz in a darkened café
Or riding snowy wooded lanes in a horse drawn sleigh
A warm southern night filled with fireflies and cicadas
Mixed with the perfume of Lilacs and magnolias
Hand in hand walking thru fields of scintillating crystals of snow
As stars proclaim your love while winter winds blow
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Jim Joyce
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Looking back the way I came,
there was really no one to blame
We bonded and became friends
Over months of happiness and refrain
enjoying our company which depended
On writing from your side or mine with a pen
Like a flower in spring, you stayed a season
Long enough to exchange reasons
For long awaited friendship through hard times
Without much encouragement except for rhymes
Claiming visions of poetry and grace
out the door you flew without a trace
You didn’t say goodbye , just ran off with some foreign guy
Attracted like a school girl to the first refrain
French is the language of love , so often proclaimed
With the lie on your lips you didn’t bother to explain
Writing makes u free you say , then why do I feel so sad
when I write of you from former days
Leaving nothing in return, You have come and gone
friendship only left memories
when there should have been songs
Still I’ll remember thru long winters nights
of happy talks , spring flowers and golden lights
Where you’ve gone I don’t know,
but memories will keep me thru December
When spring comes once again
I’ll plant a rose to keep me warm and remember
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Jim Joyce
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Xmas enchantment
White flakes falling from grey winter skies
Flocks of daffodils beneath snowy mounds lie
Rivers of red candy canes flow gently by
Along evergreen banks, dew covered grasses,
lighted trees and sparkling wine
Covered with bows and laces
Sitting round hearths and fireplaces
Covered in quilts lying in their beds
Children dream of warm kitchen counters
decorated with mountains of treasure,
cookies, cakes ,and pleasures
Ginger bread men and sugar plum fairies
Dance with visions floating in their heads
smiling chocolate faces melting sugar
with passionate kisses and soft gooey embraces
Long stringed bands from every land
Serenade lovers and places with unparalleled restrain
Stringing chords from haunting refrains
Under blue moons and starry skies
Where soft whispers lead to lovely lies
Blood races with wine and champagne
The night unravels exciting lovers and friends
Couples planning extravaganzas travel
Staircases covered in pine scented garlands and laces
Leading to pleasant places, dreams and fairy tale lands
celebration halls with room to dance
Spreading the cheer to every face
Or any kind of differing race
Merry Christmas to one and all
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Jim Joyce
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Were I a sailboat traveling at sea
All alone with no one but me
My masts would creak , the decks rock gently beneath my feet
The hiss of my bow slice thru the waves ,
the tang of the ocean spray as I watch the wake paving the way
Billowing white sails puffed out in the summer breeze
And onward I would go merrily out to sea
No use for the land , just wild and free
The dolphins would come and play
The seaweed hang out all day
Overhead the sky prefers blue , but sometimes grey
nothing but me , the sun and the summer rain
The reflections play across the water
The waves lap gently on my bow
No use for the land , just me here and now
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Jim Joyce
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Thick rain soaked clouds came floating by on sullen grey skies
Branches swayed and leaves waved, tied
In unison with the whipping wind
The rains came soft and gentle ,one by one, floating
among an endless series of soft humid waves
Puffs of dust kick up as rain hits the ground ,
the enticing smell of the brown clean earth pervades all around
The ponds break into endless circles of tiny drops
Sliding down branches , dripping from leaves, running down the darkened bark, plopping
In the silent air ,Soaking the ground into soft muddy earth, healing cracks, soft like dew
the rains speak their true voice and intent without a clue
becoming pounding and insistent ,angry and relentless, as one by one they beat the ground
And the cycle comes full circle ,around and around
Cool air from atop the sky filters down through hot steamy mist
wind driven clouds form funny ominous shapes in the sky
Bending and twisting to keep up with their fierce and relentless brother
Throwing countless drops down onto the clean brown earth
The Angry winds and warm drops count their times to hit the ground
Covering forest and field alike taming the long forgotten dust
that became the earth following the season of drought
Lightning burns across the sky and crashes among the giant embers standing wet, black and gleaming
Stark and ancient they stand tall and straight , silhouetted against the angry sky
The rain comes in sheets of grey , pouring out of the heavens
In a thunderous wave that threatened to sweep clean the skies
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Jim Joyce
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Rainbows painted in the sky
White daffodils singing in the rain
Drops of dew glistening in the morning sun
Clear desert pools of cold spring water
Red plump strawberries nestled in green beds
Summer mountain meadows of grasses and blooming flowers
Golden stands of Aspen glowing in the setting sun
Scented pines and carpets of needles baring naked warmth
Autumn leaves of red yellow and brown fluttering in the waning sun
Thunder and lightening flashing banners across the sky
Flooding rains and hurricanes calling an end to summer
Silent snowflakes underneath dark fluffy clouds
Winters brown weeds standing tall and lean
Black mud oozing through naked feet
Dirty snow melting in the city streets
Dead stumps rotting in the ground
Marsh gas wafting up between your toes
Mosquitoes swarming after your eyes and nose
Clouds of flies feasting on earthly remains
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Jim Joyce
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I am pure Russian and I am the bear
I have deep dark eyes and black , black hair
Russian girls are very pretty and very exciting bare
Straight and tall with features very fair
They are smart and have lots of brains
And apply themselves to learning even if it rains
English is one of our favorite subjects
And it is very hard to explain
Why we want to learn a second language that sometimes is lame
Which at the end of our most severe weather we can barely retain
It is winter now and my English is kind of sad
So I sit and study all night long ,
but after all its only a fad
For when summer comes I will be long, long gone
I try and try but it is so hard,
I can not seem to learn contractions
And sometimes I feel like I a retard,
So I make a list of all my retractions
Grammar is always difficult and I am always correcting my mistakes
But I love hearing English with all its corny cliques ,
and lots of people saying ,for goodness sakes
Thank goodness for this silly poem
Thank goodness this is the end
Thank goodness I will have no more use for this pen
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