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Sean Joyce

Where Is Everybody?

Where has everyone gone?
I turned around and
everybody’s gone

Hello

'anybody there?

I don’t like it
This is not fun
It’s not fun anymore

It's not just
that they’re gone

Its not so much
that I’m alone

Its more the not knowing
the not being sure

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What Was Important

A bike
a dog
a friend

Apples
rain
and ringworm

Chilblains and
throwing stones

Fishing
buttermilk and
hitting things

Pubic hair
Football boots, and
a railroad without rails

Toffee

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I will not write an enigmatic poem to annoy the casual reader

I will not write an enigmatic poem
to annoy the casual reader
Nor will I write a jonquil one
as in some ornamental garden
set on a long forgotten shore

Nor yet a poem oleander like
those daffodils or buttercups
some sailors say they saw
on Far East Indian isles

But I will write a poem to burst
The polished bubble of the era
A poem to slam the
very ethos of the age
But not today I think because
Today, today, is for oranges

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Full fat voluptuous silence

Silence
Except for the poem
The poem is reading in my head
I can make it stop, for a while
Then it starts again

I can jump onto the words
And for a time I ride the line
Then dropping off I stand and watch
as the poem goes rolling by

The poem has broken colours
Bits of sound and not much shape
And suddenly I am in tears
I have to look away and wait

Finally there is silence
Full fat voluptuous silence
Except
Except for the poem

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The poem is reading in my head

Silence, except for the poem
The poem is reading in my head
I can make it stop, for a while
Then it starts again

I can jump onto the words
And for a time I ride the line
Then dropping off I stand and watch
as the poem goes rolling by

The poem has broken colours
Bits of sound and not much shape
And suddenly I am in tears
I have to look away and wait

Finally there is silence
Full fat voluptuous silence
Except, except for the poem

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Swan Song (A sardonic look at old age)

Soon no poems of true or false
rumour, beauty or daft rages
Before the silence and the dark
just spittle on blank pages

Soon no walks by beach or bush
farewell to humane dignity
Before the silence and the dark
incontinence and blasphemy

Soon no fervent vision clear
Forsaken by youth’s potency
Before the silence and the dark
wasted work on lost ascendency

Soon no dialogue, no words
No happy shared transparencies
before the silence and the dark
short bemused soliloquies

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The Death Of Mr Healy

a man i never met
met his death
fishing in a storm
on a lake near
where i grew up

at the age of ten
i saw us drown
our trashing panic
killed a part of me

i felt our fear
our lungs loaded
struggling fright
our ears exploding

the lake was sixty
something deep
’high as our church
i saw us drown

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It Happened in an Isolated Bay In 1931

Voices calling in the early morning
so we jump up and getting dressed
rush to tall wide windows
that overlook the bay

In the twilight of the morning
we watch the water slip away
and soon the sand and muddy
bottom and all the fish lie bare

People went out collecting fish
they built a fire and cooked
the fish in a great big pot
the children were happy

We watched all day and wondered
Will the stars now leave the sky
will the sun and all the planets…
We can never forget that day

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We Watched All Day

Voices calling in the early morning
so we jump up and getting dressed
rush to tall wide windows
that overlook the bay

In the twilight of the morning
we watch the water slip away
and soon the sand and muddy
bottom and all the fish lie bare

People went out collecting fish
they built a fire and cooked
the fish in a great big pot
the children were happy

We watched all day and wondered
Will the stars now leave the sky
will the sun and all the planets…
We can never forget that day

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An Isolated Bay In 1931

Voices calling in the early morning
so we jump up and getting dressed
rush to tall wide windows
that overlook the bay

In the twilight of the morning
we watch the water slip away
and soon the sand and muddy
bottom and all the fish lie bare

People went out collecting fish
they built a fire and cooked
the fish in a great big pot
the children were so happy

I watched all day and wondered
Will the stars now leave the sky
will the sun and all the planets…
We can never forget that day

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