Sean Joyce

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It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
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It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
...

Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
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We sat on the rug behind the
Bedford van eating our picnic.
The van masked us from the breeze
blowing from the sea and masked
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My grandmother kept hens.
And her hens loved her.
They followed
wherever she went
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On a domed ceiling
under a painted God
the painter slips and falls
while his painted God looks on
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Is this not beautiful, she said
this colonnade of greenery
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It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
...

The music is beginning to slow down
and slower still the horses circle round
The man who sold the tickets
is counting his small change
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Yes, I know, I know.
What, yes really
‘said what?
Really?
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11.

My specialist has found a spot
and it’s on a vital organ, And
yes I know they are all vital
but this one more than most
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12.

I so, oh so, softly loved her
we so, oh so harmonized
in the hollow of the morning
we in concert all combined
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I could see that she could see
what she called love and gave to me.

Calendars she gave to me and diaries of days
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The long slow sound of a cello
The slow long draw of the bow
softly and long in the morning
the melody long and slow
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The long slow sound of a cello
The slow long draw of the bow
softly and long in the morning
the melody long and slow
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A call has come to say - its here!
The book I sent for late last year
It sits at home and waits for me
And I know exactly how it feels
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small child wakes up with a start
playground altercations smart
Her domain Her bedroom safe
love, control and comfort wait
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On Wednesday I got to wondering
if there was perhaps a poem
underneath the wash-house basin.
...

Sometimes I think my mind
is a bit like a builder's yard.
With portions of poems
phrases and words
...

I must not write a poem
because I want to write a poem.
I must try to write the poem
when the poem has to be written.
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The Best Poem Of Sean Joyce

Sweet Nicole (A Sweet But Faithless Lady)

It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul

In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul

In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul

In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree

In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole

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