Best Joyce Poems

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Aged eighty Joyce started to write
Her poems my senses ignite
Imagery so divine
I just wish it was mine
Great poetry brings such delight

Making Fudge

Joyce really loves making fresh fudge
I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge
She will send to me
Her fudge recipe
From my kitchen I would not...

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I do not know you well, Joyce
     But I know your poetry
          And your character and kindness
               Are...

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Well, what can I say to help you celebrate such a momentous day!
I would like to speak about the things I know best about you Joyce,
That would be your gracious gift of splendorous poetry you share.
I ordered your poetry book 'Lifetime Memories in Verse' a...

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The frowning light of my desk lamp, the voice
of hell dissolved in strongest alcohol,
my drunk and naked shadow on the wall…
The printed wiki photo of James Joyce, 
who died of stomach ulcer, shakes his head,
seeing I drink Laphroaig from the inkwell.
It is all right for...

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Thank you for your friend request.

Poem For my Poet friend Joyce Johnson.

MY WARM BEST WISHES FOR 4TH JULY TO ALL MY AMERICAN FRIENDS. 


Dear Friend Joyce 

I am unable to write back to you
Or even to send you a message 
Due to technical reasons
I am...

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Oh, Joyce
(A salute to Joyce Kilmer)

How could you know of molten skies
burning my skin to fiery glow
as trails of sweat ran...

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To her family she was coy
         but truly she would be their Joy,
 a country girl from Kingaroy -
                  ...

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How scenic is phrenetic fantasy 
Which fulminates within the manic mind 
Yet hides inside synaptic revelry, 
Articulated, yes, but hard to find? 

The minor absolution one demands 
From higher born authority than self 
Is often found in foreign sounding lands 
Or back of boxes hiding...

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Let’s hear those chimes
And raise a glass
A toast to Joyce
A cause for celebration
A tribute to a grand
Centennial milestone

One hundred candles on her cake
And not one less
One candle for every set of seasons 
She’s ever savored

It’s her birthday 
And what a special day it is
Imagine if...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image we all should know.

A shallow pond residing in the middle...

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a shooting star
crosses the heavens. . .
lands in traffic...

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It was at Christmas time that she invited me to her home
This wonderful Northwest lady that I feel I’ve always known
 
Her coffee pot was brewing as I entered her living room
To find her tree adorned with an angel who had died too soon
 
Little...

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I think that I have never known
a tree as lovely as a poem.

A poem that in a single breath
infuses life, defying death

with words that move in stylish grace
and give emotion resting place.

A poem reflecting life and love
and faith, perhaps, in He above

who gave the world...

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A thought arose...

In Hegel's great dialectic cotillion,
Time transcends as the Absolute emerges,
From deep submersion.
Veritably idealistic path to verity.
It is all about History!

While Schopenhauer's Will, By mere chance,
Drives life in concentric circles spinning,
But not winning
Human solicitations are insatiable.
A germ on the cogwheel of life,
Facing a suffering...

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I see you as  you are  here  , oh! Lord
             I need to be with you , dear Jehovah God! 
               ...

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