Please Sing A Sad Song
'Love Lost In The Spring'
When you sing sad lyrics
It is true ~ you often cry
Knowing they were written
By a love that walked on by.
The audience see you crying
The song is sad and blue
And as they listen to you sing
They are crying too.
But some people search for sad songs
And to the words they cling.
This is why they'll rush to buy
'Love Lost In The Spring'
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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My Dream Of Heaven
I could not believe heaven's gates were silver
and not made of gold as I had often been told.
A palace was alive with bright sheen flourescent
I followed the way to a glorious crescent
where a throne was sparkling in silver array...
An angel with silver wings said 'let us pray'.
This was my dream; not finality, oh no!
I awoke instantly to a the glow of reality.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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With God's Hand
Our country has health and wealth today
Because of the happenings on life's way.
The depth of great Acts of Parliament
The Military might coping with war...
We all agree without argument
That we've held our own in times of yore.
The past is a solid foundation
A rock of ages to build upon,
And we shall go from strength to strength
With God's hand to guide us along.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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In Glorious September
Come close to me and hearken to
the wedding bells that bind us,
on this, our own September day
we leave the world behind us.
The kindness of the Preacherman
the gold upon my finger ~
and those in love will understand
how heavenly kisses linger.
Hearts combine, yours and mine
we'll drink a toast together
and from now on the sun will shine
in the glory of September.
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Glorious September
Come close to me and hearken
To the wedding bells that bind us
On this, our own September day
We leave the world behind us.
The kindness of the Preacherman
The gold upon my finger...
And those in love will understand
How heavenly kisses linger.
Hearts combine ~ yours and mine
We'll drink a toast together
And from now on, the sun will shine
In the glory of September.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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The Sad Moment He Lost You
A new day was dawning
But sad was the morning
For when he awoke
You had gone!
There was no warning
And now he's in mourning.
It's the end of love's
Beautiful Song...
Sadly crying about you
For now he's without you
His grieving heart ~
Broken in two!
And he'll always be crying
Until the day 'He is dying'
For happiness ended
On that moment in time
The sad day He Lost You.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Poetry From The Past
Poetry is fascination
throughout every generation
poetry is education.
Meaningful literature
of fable and myth
written by poets from history.
Such a pleasing gift in the
eighteenth Century with
romantic music and mystery.
And oh what magic the words
now impart ~ to a pretty
young maid, tender of heart.
Poetry is fascination
throughout every generation
poetry is education.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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One Fine Day
You are the wine,
You are the dove
You are the wedding ring
Sparkling with love.
Tomorrow we'll meet
Up in heaven above.
We'll see the swan
Float on the lake
We'll gather red roses
As Burns' prose discloses
Romantic the hours
Up in heaven above.
Then we will shine
In the name of true love
Hearing the organ play
For the Wings of a Dove
Mendelssohn reigns
Up in heaven above.
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Lights Aglow For Christmas
Light up the world for Jesus
The Lord and Saviour of mankind.
Light up the heavens for Jesus
Ancestors of similar mind.
Count not the cost of Christmas
May greetings and poetry flow,
Jesus was born in Bethlehem
We love Him, come let it show.
And light up the tree at Christmas
The season our Saviour was born.
Remember the birth of Jesus Christ
Each Christmas Day in the morn.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Thank You' I said
I wrote a short poem
on inclement weather,
thinking I was being clever,
but one reader said:
'Yes, often there's snow
when the temperature's low,
but tell us something we don't know;
not in an essay or composition
but rhythm and rhyme
in recognition of the modern
technology exhibition'.
Thank you I said
for your helpful comment,
my pen is at hand
and I'll write a sonnet.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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