Sean Joyce Poems

I will not write an enigmatic poem
to annoy the casual reader
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(This beautiful piece on the Measurements
of Rhode Island Reds has been copied
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How sweet it is to meet the bright new day
and face the challenge of its shape and way

To feel the morning Sun upon your face
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That frigging box
it has us nearly damned
clamouring for attention
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just now
the sun came out
the happiness fell on the trees
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Occupied for five years
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Sometimes
when you are the kite
and I toss you over the clouds
And sometimes
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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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Trust me
I am here.
For you
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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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