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Joyce Hemsley Poems
Haven Of Love
Romance came at morning love story without end we stole a kiss by the river
Modern Science and Technology
Humour Intended: It's a lovely day when you 'search' the humorous way.
A Flood of Memories
Romantic nights of song and dance Still live within my heart And when I recall our ecstasy Beautiful memories start.
A Dream Of The Past
Last night in my dream he was smiling at me, calling my name 'Sweet Rose of Tralee'.
A Friend Forever
We both decided to dress in style when visiting our 'long ago' friend knowing for sure, he'd wear a smile if we were clad in up-to-date trend.
A Sad Sad Story
The river flowed through meadows green I saw the wild rose, pink and serene. There came a voice from beyond the blue, An angel from heaven said - it was you.
Life seems full of toil and trouble Some people are never set free. When tired and weary in old age There is still no tranquility.
How very well I remember The Second World War And Winston Churchill's Coalition. Parents of grammar school children
Bullets and Poppies
Bullets were flying and soldiers were dying as crimson poppies swayed in the breeze,
The wind that blows cold across the ice-covered sea is a southern and fearsome one and the frosty, plantless,
Words are Everything
Diamond: Education and Inspiration
Many great Masters have taken flight To America, leaving this Island of green... Satisfying life's ambition to capture The International scene.
America - Ellis Island
In days of long ago, how did Europeans enter America? I read the history and now I know. They arrived at Ellis Island
A Beautiful Face
Unable to glance at your legs today He is mesmerised by your beautiful face. And just cannot take his eyes away from Two radiant cheeks and a smile of grace.
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Haven Of Love
came at morning
love story without end
we stole a kiss by the river
the haven of love way down in the glen
soprano voices came hither
ecstasy lingered then
with the bliss of
Only a shy young maiden was I
how could my heart ever know
that love was steadily seeping
into the innocence of my soul?
came with glory
love's fable now I pen
we fell in love one September
at a haven of love way down in the glen
your kind caress I remember
I was eager to dance
on wings of true