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Emerging spring   Leave a comment

 

 

A new day’s dawn wakes from its sleep,

pink and orange hued clouds streak across the sky.

A burst of color that slowly wanes

emerges into the sun, now brighter and more blue.

Tiny buds and blooms, and grass that now turns green

shows the promise of new life

where frolicking squirrels, and little birds

all busy with work and play

rebuild their nest and tend their young.

A new season, fresh and fragrant spring

has arrived and pushed away the winter blues.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

 

 

 

 

Posted March 21, 2017 by Joyce in My Photos, My Writings, Photography, Poems, poetry, Seasons, Spring

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Shawn, the Leprechaun   2 comments

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There once was a tiny leprechaun

who lived in the hills of Ireland upon

fields of flowers and grass so green

he wandered about, but couldn’t be seen,

the little man known only as Shawn.

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Then one day he came to town

sprinkling his lucky gold dust all around.

Like a bit of magic, he spread his cheer

to everyone everywhere, far and near,

then quietly left without a sound.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone who wants or needs a little cheer. 🙂


THE SCRIBE   7 comments

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THE SCRIBE

With sheets of old yellowed parchment spread out

the scribe sits down at his splintered worn desk,

and with withered hand he dips his quill

into a thick substance inside the inkwell,

and turns his face towards Heaven, blessed be He,

God of the universe, and praise to the One

who sits on the throne, all the earth be His.

It is not what the scribe hears with audible voice,

but what his heart hears and knows to be true

for that which is given him scribed upon

with sweeping gesture, flourish and swirls

the Hebraic characters penned in ink

are the scribe’s writings on ancient scrolls.

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Silent Love

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No eloquent words, flowers, gifts or cards

could he give her, but just a token

gesture of his affection

with twisted smile, and memory all but gone.

Eyesight, hearing, failing too,

he tried to form his thoughts,

while expressing his love to her,

but his stroke had stolen from them so much.

Like the younger version of himself

with vibrant, baritone rich voice

when he once belted out old tunes,

are but broken phrases hanging on.

With faint muttering he attempts to sing,

to remember the lyrics, what he wants to say

like the day he swooned her heart with song.

But, she’ll treasure what they have today

for she fears the day when he is gone.

and prays to God it lingers on.

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Happy Valentine’s Day to all.

Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Bobcat’s story

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Nine years ago, there was this kitten

found under a rose-bush, hiding and afraid

hungry, abandoned, and all alone.

With imploring sad eyes hoping to find

a friend, family or home nearby

he wandered about, surviving the elements,

living on insects, whatever was found.

When no one came looking or put in a claim

for the lost kitten out wandering that day

my daughter and family took him in,

and lovingly provided him with a good home.

Was it just fate or maybe meant to be

that this kitten found love in the most unlikely way?

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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017

Posted for The Daily Post word prompt,  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lovingly/

Posted February 6, 2017 by Joyce in My Photos, My Writings, Poems, poetry

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How does a country come together?

How does a country come together

when thousands march and protests grow

with fevered pitch, and violence erupts?

Can anyone predict years from now

what was done that helped unite,

or what was done that divided us more?

It’s not the side you take, nor the camp you’re in,

but to acknowledge another’s point of view

How they see the world from their eyes.

You don’t have to accept what they believe

just because they stand on the opposing side,

and live their life so different from you,

but kindness and love is what we need.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted January 25, 2017 by Joyce in Inspirational Poems, My Writings, Poems, poetry, Politics

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I lay out my heart

I lay out my heart, and with pen I write

my thoughts and words like a transcript of old

letters mailed out when we thought them to be

the thing that became such a welcomed sight.

I hope and pray that you read this and find

how sincere my effort in finding a way

to express my feelings, for you’re still on my mind.

I didn’t know then, but our relationship drained

what friendship we’d nurtured, and tried to revive

only suffered more loss when I moved away,

and we lost all contact. There was nothing to gain

but live with regrets of things done or said.

A distance measured in miles we can relate,

but one of the heart is harder to maintain.

It suffers setback and grows further apart,

and now we see with a bitter reminder

there’s no going back, for there is no restart.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)

Posted for the Daily Post Weekly Writing challenge

 

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