Sean Joyce Poems

My grandmother kept hens.
And her hens loved her.
They followed
wherever she went
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The twinkling bliss of
sunlight on green leaves
The moving tapestry of
images it weaves
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Reel one:
The Chagos Islands are a coral archipelago - says the commentator.
Thriving villages, school, hospital, church, a railway, and a copra plantation - says the commentator.
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Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
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Soon no poems of true or false
rumour, beauty or daft rages
Before the silence and the dark
just spittle on blank pages
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I like everything, I do
I like the trees, ‘n frogs, ‘n you

I like bread and eggs, and clocks
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Mr G stops me on the bridge.
Well better him than any other teacher.
He comments on the day, the hour and on my work.
There is compassion in his big handsome face.
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Full frontal fraught
and back and forth
laughing kisses
smothered almost
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Is this a day like any other
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
Friends forever who swim together
Monique, Simone, Roxanne
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The clear true note of the tuning fork
Then the first row sings the first line…
…Three blind mice
And when we start the second line…
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