Sean Joyce Poems

My i-Pod is broken
nobody knows
well it works socially
but I miss the music
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Fragments torn from a greater whole
The filigree edge of the country's soul

Shot sky high from the Earth's abyss
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My iPod is broken
Nobody Knows

It still works socially
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In my dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
Where sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
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The twinkling bliss of
sunlight on green leaves
The moving tapestry of
images it weaves
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Out where the old road
winds among the hills
we walk in the sunshine
listening to a lark
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The seagulls screamed in the sky above
seagulls screamed in the sky above The
screamed in the sky above The seagulls
in the sky above The seagulls screamed
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Occupied for five years
many were taken away.
In an attic Anna Frank
wrote a manual of hope.
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After many pages flowing
prose my eyes begin to close
I find a marker in the folds
and turning over to my right
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In a dream I walk in the times gone by
On the western edge of a heartbreak shore
When sleep’s dark fears are howling ‘round
In the bitter bitter dark of a cold wet world
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