Sean Joyce Poems

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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Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
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Trust me
I am here.
For you
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You are in the water the lake and seas
As you are in the land the rocks and hills
You are in the seasons birth love and life
As you are in the seasons fish fruit and game
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John Peel is dead
Stop all the clocks
Or at least turn off the radio
If John Peel is dead then
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If it could be, it would be
It would flow from underneath and
growing upwards would encompass
all and everything
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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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