Joyce H. Haase
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Joyce H. HaaseCalgary, Alberta, Canada |
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The National Library of Poetry honored me with Editor's Choice Awards in 1995 and 1996. I received a diploma for Master art courses in 1996. I am studying on a second. "At times my personal desire is still to conjure up a poem to titillate the soul within us warriors." |
Jargon of A DrunkIn the name of his genius word's of wonder.Who he thinks' his dazzle, Will cause a tongue, to cleave to the roof Of one's mouth. When his great mind, now, the unsealed book. His baffling description, his mortal funk. Will surge the wind and harrow up the soul, That always, makes his audiences, plant struck Like a duck, seized in a storm of thunder Only to have the message, pass away Like he changeable, precarious, summer clouds. |
The Dung Hill CockWith dastard-ness the shirker the sulk.A barnyard dung hill cock. Who for the want of confidence his Wow's of apprehension creates, His territorial terror and justified delight. Oh for the want of courage and The lack of romantic sill. He stomps with his ego feeding deception The molting sun burned featherless hen's Of the hot summer sun. The lust once inspirer by his early crow As he routinely counts the highest spiral Hopefully quickly learned and not forgotten It's a trumpet calla and a hasty retreat To a lien in the barricade pound. A look up to the sky a frantic prayer For a yearly autumn breeze. Aha! The smell of rooster pot pie and dumplings No more fear's the ambush and constant defeat "Endured." |