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Best Poems From
JOYCE HEMSLEY
(22.9.28)
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Stella By Moonglow
'Neath beautiful starlight, not long ago
Stella greeted her wonderful beau...
A married man wth a young family
But how was innocent Stella to know?
Obsessed was she every night and day
Living her new life of ecstasy.
He vowed to Stella his undying love,
And Stella promised sincerity..
No teenager was he ~ or man of the world,
Just a handsome 'thirty-year-old',
And to a Spanish resort they travelled
Twas then of his family, Stella was told.
Broken-hearted ~ love was no more.
From romance, she had to be free.
Dreams had banished, lost was her heart,
But she honoured her virginity.
Clouds were grey, and lonesome her way
No other kind Romeo could she see...
And pure as a dove, but slightly in love
Stella by Moonglow, ever crying will be.
Joyce Hemsley
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1590.
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Stop and Observe
Rictameter.
White dove
from times of old
the bird we're thinking of
flying across the country wold
cottage stream and river carry the name
'Dovedale' is a village we love
in the Peaks of England
where flies a pure
White dove
Joyce Hemsley
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1591.
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Straight From The Mind Onto Paper
Humour Intended:
I have been told
if I am bold
and write haiku as a hobby
I could become
the World's number one
'Rubbish! ' I heard
from the Lobby.
I have been told
now I am old
to write haiku at sundown
and I could become
the World's number one
'Rubbish! ' I heard
in the background.
I have been told
I will own pots of gold
if I write haiku about Cupid
and I could become
the World's number one
'Rubbish! ' I heard
'don't be stupid! '
Joyce Hemsley
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1592.
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Strangers
Imagination working overtime:
'He' boarded the bus and sat by her side
She couldn't ignore him however she tried!
The conversation went with a swing
Laughing and chatting about everything.
He made a promise; said he would call.
She waited for days, but silence was all.
Then quite unexpected...out of the blue,
A voice said 'hello'. Oh yes, it was true.
After talking a while, he suggested a tour
He'd booked a Boeing, leaving at four.
It happened so quickly before she could think
England to Singapore, in less than a week.
Then on to New Zealand to a hotel so grand
Through to Australia, such a beautiful land;
Next stop LA, where he bought a sweet ring
Told of his love; to her he would cling.
Returning to England, he said not a word.
She 'phoned and 'phoned; no voice she heard.
A missing person was he, and until this day
She is waiting and longing to hear him say:
'I've booked a Boeing - be ready by three'
But all was a dream, never ever to be.
Joyce Hemsley.
Joyce Hemsley
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