Short Joyce Poems
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how can I love you
when we live so far apart
our kisses meet only
over phone lines but our hearts
feel the love behind our words.
Scripture will surprise
When He gifts perceptive eyes
The wise seek the prize
Joyce has made her choice
She will hear God's calming voice
"My Joyce will rejoice."
LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH, ALWAYS BE TRUE
DO ALL WELL THAT YOU PURSUE
TREASURE OLD AS WELL AS NEW
YOUR GRANDMA LOVES YOU
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O tell me about a snoddy gumboot
Of a soul; black as Guiness -
A drinker of dirty water; a wordsmith,
A conjurer and fumbler; bearer of
Levity and pork sausages, a stout
Fellow with the learning as big as
The Cork and Kerry Mountains;
You thrown-out words of Dublin...
Joyce
Joyce is an adventurer.
One of her favorite pastimes is exploring nature.
Yet she still finds time to do some crafting, too.
Cooking is another of her joys.
Every Friday she helps a sick friend with her store.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 30, 2010
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4th May 2023
i seen someone today
she reminded me of you
the white hair
the energy
the glasses she wore
she was from the same state
her name was even the same
she said "hi" to her family
and it felt like you saying "hi" to me
it was a message from heaven
letting me know that you still care
i know that you are happy up there
Grandma Joyce
Is slingin on a Monday
Hangin with the boys
The brews and the indiscretion
Of indie screech
Its what she knows
Its what defines her
Semblance of maturity
As tavern talk ripples
With her grounded sense
Of grand illusions
And a single Yuengling
Cuz Grandma Joyce
Needs to wet her whistle
Even more than you.
(5/13/13)
She is the Grandmother I never met
The Grandmother I will never forget
Her knowledge, her wisdom,my saving grace
Her avatar picture a smiling face
The man I call Dad,you know as H G
Calls Joyce "Mom"; therefore "Grandma Joyce" to me
I've just started to read her Poetry
I'm lovingly trap, in her Tapestry
To Joyce Johnson : Respectfully Flipper
I look back on today and
remember the smile It gave
Such joy passes through my mind.
White roses to fill my smell
A dress that makes me fill with
confidence for the sight
A lunch so marvoulous a
king can't compare for my taste
Your words of wisdom for my hearing
And all of this equals to
the touch of my heart
I look back on the day and
remember the smile it gave
Form:
You crossed, at your time to cross,
Your death, not unexpected,
But my heart still feels the loss
Of the light that you projected.
You were the bottom storeys
On which my life has been erected,
The library that stored the stories
Of my childhood, recollected.
The memory of all that went before
In you, was resurrected.
Of whom I am, can I be sure
Without those stories you collected?
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 the lovely tree
and the gift of rhyme to fools like me.
Though God made trees and I, this poem,
within its lines I find my home.
I think that I shall never see
a beast as loathsome as a flea.
A flea whose hungry mouth consumes
all the blood that it exhumes.
A flea that gets into my hair
and makes me scratch 'til I am bare.
A flea that makes me itch all day
and irritates in every way.
Upon whose head curses we rain;
whose biting we have scratched in vain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but God should not have made the flea.
Mrs.Joyce Cross is very well known
In Jesus she's really grown.
She's known by many,and loved by all
When ever she's needed just give her a call.
She's a dear,and precious friend
Her love is no pretend.
She's a wonderful mother that always care
And the love she gives no other can compare.
Her passion is the kids program,and celebrations
Forever giving a hand,and dedications.
She truly loves being at HMOC
And there's no other place that she rather be.
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 you, James, you may well
speak of addictive practices: you’re dead,
you’ve been a famous novelist but I
yet have to be a famous and to die.
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(a parody of "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer)
I doubt that we shall ever see
A more handsome pair than you and me
Me, whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against your ample, perky breast
You look at me with sparkling eyes
And utter those sweet whispering sighs;
The tiara I gave you, you proudly wear
Above the bangs upon your hair;
In your bosom my head has lain
I’ve chased you through the pouring rain.
My mother and father alone made me
But, God alone made you, I see.
Joy is found in the name of Joyce, our beloved poetess friend.
Only one who lives life well can happily reach their one-hundredth year.
Young at heart is she! Faithful, generous, and
Charming as can be is our Joyce, dear -
Evermore to be a soul that friends and family revere.
A Quintain for Joyce Johnson, a wonderful woman here who has experienced a very rich and full life. It's so good to know you, Joyce! May you have many other Happy Birthdays to come.
Winter
..with apologies to Joyce Kilmer
I think that there shall never be
Another winter such as thee.
A winter in which snow didst fall
In depths to six and eight feet tall;
A winter Hugging frozen ground
Muffling all prayerful sound;
A winter icing Kilmer’s trees
Where now the robins slowly freeze;
Who would beg for melting rain
Upon the deepening snow now lain.
Winter makes the piles of snow
But only God can make them go.
John G. Lawless
2/9/2015
We didn’t spend much time together
The time we did I will remember
Once again you’re with your boys and Lyle
Reuniting with them took a while
You held on tight and stayed strong
Before I knew it you were gone
I answered the call that day
The words spoke, “Grandma Joyce passed away”
I cried for the rest of the day
I’m still having a hard time accepting you are gone
Memories of you will always belong
In our hearts where grandmas should be
That’s where you will always be with me