Best Jim Joyce Poems

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Untitled Visions

 Cold clear water lapped 
against the tall green grass
from lakes filled with bass 
and red and black robins
 stand splashing their backs
 Among green waving ferns
 lying on the sandy bottoms 
 As mists gently tiptoe through
 on silent feet  in early Autumn

 Bright yellow dandelions
 and white daffodils dot the wilds,
as fragrances of wild rose drifts across the fields
 Puffy white clouds hurry by in reply
A shiny red apple hangs alone in the sky

Three girls lay white in the sand 
And snow lands gently on  feet and hands 
Brushed by the wind it wanders thru the night 
And each one arrives clean and bright
Red ripe strawberries snuggle against bright green nests 
While lazy white rabbits and big black owls rest 
Orange  and gold leaves float serenely by 
Tracing patterns in the fading twilight 
And still three girls lay white in the sand

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Lost in Youth

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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Sailing Away

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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Dark Grey Skies

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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The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground

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The Russian English russian

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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Virtues To Vices

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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Drivin' Down the Avenue

Blue sky fades in the summer sun
Summer sun gives way to fun on the run 
Warm air , dark nights, watchin’ city lights
Drivin’ down the avenue ,takin’ in the sights
Moon comes up over a cozy  ocean blue 
Leaving a path to dream of something new
Upon the sea wishes come true
Drivin’ down the avenue

When life goes bad , the good times gone
Where you gonna go , to sing your song
 Workin’ a part time job,  pullin’ down a part time purse
Should a stayed in the grades, not gone to work 
But at least you got more comin’ out of school
They give adults less, that ain’t cool

What the heck is up with that 
Crazy bastards tryin’to control their peeps 
Ruin your life, while they become the rich elite
Life is easy feedin’ on the bourgeoisie

Life is easy reflectin’ on things that should a been
Feel the breeze, watch the city lights , take in the sights
The sun still shines , so take your fun on the run
On moonlit paths , over the oceans wrath
But leave a path for dreamin’ something new
Sometimes wishes come true , drivin’ down the avenue

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night dawns

Night dawns

He sat
          The faded plastic chair creaked
           Fading  sunlight turned  bronze
He noticed
          The sun slide slowly towards the horizon 
          Drifting in the dark blue sky
          Flocks of Geese floating V’s waving goodbye
He shivered 
          A cloud momentarily blocking the sun 
         As  Orange and brown leaves fall silently to the ground 
He watched 
           Waves of blue and green sparkle a million ways 
           Tiny and warm,  lapping the shore
He felt 
           Smooth golden sand , warm and dry
           Gleam white ,Under the feet 
             The wind tug gently as it passes by
He wrote
           As swimsuits , bikinis and bare feet strolled merrily by
          And  Colored umbrellas reflected the sky
          While Swallows soar and dive 
He heard 
           The sun hiss into waters clean and clear
           Butterflies dance in the sky 
           Darkness land softly on tiptoes and feet
           Daylight sleep and night fall
He sat
            As the stars twinkle on a bed of black velvet lace
            And slept , peaceful and deep
           While the cycle renewed

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Apple Blossoms

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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