"joann" poems
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie
Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda
Cate ran late on her first date
Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly
Edwina drove to the town of Catalina
Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan
Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen
Hope bought her husband a towing rope
Isobel fell under the magician's spell
Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan
Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie
Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley
Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia
Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell
Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga
Primrose had a Pinocchio nose
Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie
Ruth could never tell the whole truth
Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey
Tilly behavior was always rather silly
Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna
Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity
Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred
Xena was presented with a court subpoena
Yale told her teacher a tall tale
Zealand ventured out into the bushland
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
The way things turned out seems like it must be fate
The way I fell for you before our first date
Seeing you smile, hearing your voice
Makes it so I have no choice
But to love you more and more each day
Your hair like burning embers, sets my heart aflame
Life without you would never be the same
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 6:20 PM UTC
A hard luck kid
Pushing and fighting
Sleeping and reaping
Hand hold his girl Joann
Sleeping over drunk and high
You always slowed me down
You always made me mad
It's funny how your dishes in the sink
Would **** me off
But now I wish you were still around
To eat off the plates
And scrape your teeth on the fork
And leave your clothes in the floor
I wish you would open the door
And ask for a ride to buy beer
But
Now I'm smoking cigarettes
On your bedroom floor
Looking at the empty bottles
Wondering about the dresser
Filled with your drawings
And your lava lamp still going
Joann comes in
And cries in the doorway
Because she doesn't know what to do
With your clothes and your pictures
And I want so bad for you to open the front door
Singing Merle Haggard at the top of your lungs
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
*Eyes as bright as the
Suns
Rays
The voice of an
Angel
Pure as spring water
Her spirit carried
For miles
She always seen the
Good in everything
Even in trying
Times
Her laughter made
Everything
Ok
She was wise and had
Much to teach
Always guiding everyone
In God's path
She loved her family
With everything she
Had
And always stood by
Them
No matter what
She truly was a little
Piece of heaven
On earth
The lord has now
Called her
Home
And she wants us
Not to weep
But to celebrate her
Memory as she was
On earth
It's hard to say
Goodbye
But we must let
Her go to
Rest in peace
With the
Lord*
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
The old sod house,
The west wind
chit, chit, chatters the hinges,
The door creaks to 'n fro,
Vermin music to the denizen within.
The old sod house on the hill,
The windows were broken long ago
Like old folks who've lost their 20/20.
And the memories too have leaked
Through that busted fenestration.
Where most the year the wind is weir
And long ago caught the laughter
That onetime surely resided here.
Hard to know who did lived there.
There's only one that surely knows,
I'll ask the wind.
*This poem is a collaboration with joann alabsy who inspired its creation an contributed generously. Any and all short comings reside at my door.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC
I’ve only ever wanted a husband to love me, and that’s all.
Baseline singular deepest dream
I’ve had it my whole life.
But what I have is shame, sitting on my back, shoved down my throat, piercing through my heart, freezing me up
I’ve let them all down
Everyone I love
Everyone who loves me
Everyone who loved me
To my mom:
I’m sorry I don’t get out of bed everyday.
I’ve been really sad, I just need some time.
I’m so ashamed I can’t do what you want for me
To my sisters:
You guys are the best, you’ve been my support
I’m ashamed because I’m scared to call you
To my friends:
I want to be there for you, I want to be good to you, I’m scared I’ll fail you
I’m ashamed that I can’t even text back when you’re all so kind to me
To my church:
I want to be a better sister, a better servant, I’m terrified of being a burden
I’m ashamed that I’m scared of you and I’m ashamed of how much I cry when I’m with you
To everyone I met:
I’m sorry I unfollowed you, I’m sorry I hurt him, I’m sorry I disappeared, I’m sorry there’s no good answers, I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to what I tried to be.
I’m so ashamed that I can’t be her, that I’m not there, that I didn’t become your friend and family. That it’s my fault.
To Joann:
I’m so very sorry that I couldn’t be your daughter and that I couldn’t take care of your son.
I’m very ashamed I can’t bring myself to write to you and try to explain or even just apologize.
To you:
I’m ashamed because I think you’ve read the things I wrote. I’m ashamed that I’ve been so depressed and hurting over a lot of things, some concerning you and some of them not. I’m ashamed that it’s me you were with. I’m ashamed that I have hurt you, to any extent. I’m ashamed that I exist being the person I am and I’m ashamed that I was so wrong. I’m ashamed that I know that we can’t, won’t, aren’t capable of talking for a really really long time because I know I can’t handle it.
I am ashamed because I am so locked up and frozen in place because of shame and because all I’ve been able to do is cry.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
she said she proud of me, and I wonder what for
Get so lost in all this I forget who got me here.
And she told me I owe no one anything,
But I owe everything to those who share my blood.
See, this isn't only about me.
This is for Thomas, Joann, and Louise that grew up eating peppered hay because they couldn't much afford anything else.
This is for Madeline, Miss Maddy, my yellowbone grandmother with eyes that change with her mood and hair as thick as her love. My Tennessee native that was a lover of molasses men despite the blue eyed blood running through her veins.
This us for cousins that never left me without a laugh or thought. The siblings I inherited because they would never go away, still haven't. Even if the streets have gotten the best of them, when I look at then I remember the times they rushed to my rescue no questions asked.
This is for my siblings that lost their way, but always pushed me to keep going.
For my father that was bold enough to use a whites only bathroom.
For my mother that is the only black nurse in her department.
This is bigger than me.
we love you, and are so proud of you.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
All I ever wanted was to be happy.
It was stripped by the demon under my soul.
All I ever wanted to be beautiful,
It was stripped by the words that my mind control.
All I ever wanted to do is scream happiness
But my tears overruled.
All I ever wanted was to be accepted.
But....
I could not let go of the lies my lips spoke
I didn't let my heart demand success
I always victimized myself.
I say change , but what is change when I am blindly impaired to what is hope?
I am more than the world sees me.
I am Nicole Joann Corea
I wanted to be strong through the dark tunnels.
Light will illuminate, I will sing through the somber moments.
Ignite my dormant motivation.
Let there be no more I can't or excuses
I have come far, I survived.
I am beautiful
I am smart
I am capable
I love me
I discover, I am and always be
Nicole Joann Corea
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Wedding Band
By Joeysguy
JoAnn was the birth name of my wife
To me Joey was her name for a lot of our married life
One of the best things anyone could ask for in life
Is to have a good and loving wife
When it comes time for me to pass no matter day or night
I hope and pray that my wife will be my guiding light
I did not complement my wife as much as I could of
But with all my heart I gave her my love
My wife is in heaven watching over our family
Hoping we could be the best we could be
I am now living by myself and on my own
I have my dogs and my family but I feel alone
I never thought I knew how bad pain could ever be
Until my wife died and left me
At times my wife lets me know she is near
She turns off the picture frame to let me know she is here
On a chain around my neck I wear my wife’s wedding band
I also still wear mine on the finger of my left hand
To anyone who reads this poem do not let the time with your family go
Everything is gone before you know
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
looking for a cause.
whether it be raising money for cancer
or
ending the stigma around mental illness.
Looking for some home.
if it's at Joann's
or
if it's at briarpatch
Looking for a good song.
down the line- jose gonzalez
incoherent love songs- p.s eliot
17- youth lagoon
And lastly, looking for addiction.
alcohol
marijuana
cigarettes
adderall
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
New day started with the same ways
Same dreams and same needs
Same complaints and same beliefs
Same anger causing the same attitude
Same situation with the same work ethic
Same ol **** which feeds the same state of depression
Same as the past and same as tomorrow
Same words and the same actions
Same self pain and the same self medication
New day started the same way
Heart ache from heartbreak
From a woman I hope to meet
My father taught me about the dark side of love
My brother taught him tough love
My mother loved she wouldn't have to suffer
At fourteen Joann the neighbor showed me something better then love
Said her husband only had love for money
I loved that summer
New day started with the same ways
Same alarm clock with the same sound
Same routine eating the same food
Same route to the same office
Same parking space having the same meetings
Same lunch spot with the same people
Same words and the same fake laughs
Same asprin trying to **** the same headache
Same way home listening to the same Tony Robbins cd
Same house filled with the same silence
New day started with the same ways
Keeps a mind behind while it slowly fades
It's talked about
It's thought about
Then forgot about
Afraid of change
Another lost day
A week goes by then a year or two
Time is running out
Your yelling life was to short
While crying knowing you just wasted most of yours
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC