Sam Loves Joann
(tia sillers/john tirro)
Joann was is an awkward position
Very unmarried and starting to show
Joann had wanted to be a beautician
She thought it looked like a good time to go
Got on a greyhound to ride up to macon
No one is new brunswick would quite understand
She wouldnt look at the side of the highway
Where written in spray paint said sam loves joann
Joann, joann, how could you leave your man
Im yours forever in big old blue letters
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Sams on his way to the state penitentiary
He doesnt know hes a father to be
Sam only wanted to borrow a chevy
But the state locked him up and they threw out the key
Sam hoped to take her away to get married
But he never asked her, so much for big plans
Now the prison bus takes him on down that same highway
Where written in spray paint sam loves joann
Joann, joann, how could you leave your man
Im yours forever in big old blue letters
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Funny how things from the heat of the moment
Like making a baby or getting tattooed
Last a lot longer than ever expected
Feelings might fade but the facts never do
Its all the same in the small towns and big towns
The names might change but across this great land
Just take a ride along any old highway
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Joann, joann, how could you leave your man
Im yours forever in big old blue letters
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Joann, joann, how could you leave your man
Im yours forever in big old blue letters
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
Its written in spray paint sam loves joann
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Thank You, Joanne
Thank you, Joann for your kind smile,
For your wonderful ways and sensitive style.
In this hurried world of push and shove
You find time to display pure, selfless love.
So, so many have passed by my view,
But I’ve never met someone quite like you.
Joann, I’m grateful and honored to say,
Working with you means a fun, inspiring day.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Happy Birthday JoAnn
It’s that time of year for someone
when the birthday bells ring out.
Oh, yes JoAnn, my Lil sis,
it’s your birthday.
I hope this birthday brings with it a year
of happiness and good cheer.
That you will get all the things your heart desires.
We all have dreams and I know you do to,
I am hoping and praying all yours will come true.
Although you are thousands miles away,
I wish I could be there to celebrate with you.
As that is impossible at the moment anyway,
I will send some love, hugs and kisses your way.
Happy Birthday Lil sis.
Happy Birthday JoAnn.
Have a great Day and a wonderful time.
Love and Hugs Big Bruv.
3 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rose Across The Sea
For My Good Friend JoAnn McGrath
Not so long ago I was joking
with a young lady across sea.
I told her that I was a vicar,
or at least pretend one.
My name was Dodgy Dave the Vicar.
A little while later
she wrote a poem aptly named,
The Vicar Is Quicker.
Since then she has written
quite a number more.
I tell her a funny story about me.
No sooner do I tell her the story
it appear as a Dodgy Dave Poetry.
In the time I have known her
not once have, I wrote a poem for her,
that rose across the sea.
She thinks of me as her big brother.
I find that as a compliment you see,
as my own real sister
does not want to know me.
Therefore, I have an adopted one
far away from me,
a rose across the sea.
Therefore, Joann
this poem is just for you,
from your friend,
that Dodgy quicker vicar
who rhymes with liquor.
A substance he never touches,
but I will raise my cup of tea
and say again,
this poem is just for you,
my rose across the sea.
poem by David Harris
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Adopted Sisters
This goes out to my two adopted sisters
JoAnn and Meggie
I love you both
I have two adopted sisters
and write with both of them.
One lives in America
and the other in the Philippines.
I worry about them all the time
like a big brother would do.
I talk to both whenever I can.
The difficulty I have
is the time difference
between us all.
One is five hours behind my time
and the other is seven hours ahead.
I have even known them
to be online at the same time
and I have had to talk
to both at the same time.
My fingers were working
overtime that night.
The sad part of my story is
that I have a real sister
who never talks to me,
but my adopted sisters
are more I feel like my family.
Although I have never met them,
I feel I know both of them so well.
They are always there for me
whenever I am down
as I am there for the both of them,
my lovely adopted sisters
Meggie and JoAnn.
12 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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My Best Friends
For JoAnn and Meggie
There are two young ladies
I think of as my best friends.
If ever I have a problem
that was eating away at me
I could go to either of them
and they would comfort me.
I’d do the same for them
at anytime night or day.
Not only are they my best friends,
they are my writing partners in poetry
when we write under
JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano.
Although we have never met
as each of us live thousands of miles away,
they are still my best friends.
Some may never understand
why I say that at all,
they may even argue that statement
saying how can you be best friends
with people you have never met.
I’d reply just look at the poetry
we have together written
it speaks of three writing together with one voice,
of friendship with a deep loving bond for one another.
Therefore, when I say they are my best friends
I say that with sincerity,
and my words come from my heart.
Therefore, ladies now you know
just what you mean to me
and I want the whole world
to see and understand
that best friends can live anywhere
even in far off distant lands.
Friendships hold no boundaries
and are not restricted by what we are.
The key is how you feel
towards every one of them.
I have been lucky in having many friends
of many religions, nationalities and creeds,
but JoAnn and Meggie are my best friends,
and I know it will always stay that way.
Thank you ladies
for always being there for me.
David aka Dodgy Dave
9 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Just Hang On
For JoAnn
I promise to be there for you
Come rain or shine, sunrise and sunset
Just don’t let me walk in your shoes
It is too big or small for me
To fit in, in your life’s journey.
I know your faith is strong
God give you that trials
That you can handle enough
And He will always provide
A way out, for you to carry through
Just hang on, fix your eyes on Jesus
He will lead you, and will see you through
Smile, and be excited
Amidst the darkness, will come the light
And in everything….Just GIVE THANKS.
God loves you, sis…me, too
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Collaboration
For JoAnn and Meggie
My two collaborating special friends
When you write in collaboration
all authors must have faith
in what the other writes,
for without it,
anything you write
starts showing at the seams.
17 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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When You Need Them The Most
For my very good friend JoAnn
There are some nights
you sit alone in front
of your computer screen,
wanting to talk to someone.
You go online with messenger
and hope a friend will sign in.
You just need to talk to someone
to chase your blues away.
You don’t tell them you are feeling blue
for invariably you end up
cheering them up a bit.
In the process, you are helping yourself,
but you won’t let them know
that because it would only worry them.
You just laugh and joke
like a jester should.
Then you say goodnight,
but they never know
just how much joy they brought
just being there
when you needed them the most.
27 March 2007
poem by David Harris
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You Bet It (Fun Poem 55)
For JoAnn who knows what I mean.
When you talk on messenger
you type so very fast
to keep the conversation flowing,
but there are occasions
when your typing falls short
of what it should be
and you end up with
a funny kind of message.
I was talking to a friend
and to answer a question I purposed
she wrote or was suppose
to write you bet it.
However, what was typed
wasn’t you bet it at all.
Instead it read you be tit.
We both looked at it
and started to laugh.
Another blooper
for the jam pot that night.
23 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Bond Of Friendship
For JoAnn and Meggie
Sometimes friends think
they’ve dragged you down,
when it isn’t that way at all.
As you talk to them on lonely nights,
they light a candle in your heart to show you the way.
That isn’t dragging you down,
but picking you up from the place to which you fell.
These friends mean so much to you
that you miss them when they are not there.
Their bond of friendship
is like the bond of marriage
that ties one another together
through thick and thin.
You feel sad when they think they’ve hurt you.
So, I’m telling you my friends
and the entire world to see.
There is nothing you can do
to ever hurt me the way you think you do.
There is only one way
you could ever hurt me
and that is saying a few simple words
like you don’t want to be
my friend anymore.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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An Angel
Though angels come from heaven, I met one from right here.
When things aren’t right or I’m up tight she has time to be near.
She’s got so much to do, but her response is always the same.
When I seek her help it’s like I’m the only one in the game.
Joann is the name of this angel. All who meet her feel as I do.
Her heart is an ocean of love with a soul we all should pursue.
Her unflinching faith in God pervades all of her life,
Inspiring a purity of spirit as executive, friend, mother and wife.
I am honored to work with and learn from this rare human being.
A mere mortal, but her actions speak of the angel I’m seeing.
Just knowing her has changed the way I view myself in this world.
A more positive attitude and feeling for others has unfurled.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Ballad Of ‘Memo’ Roy
For JoAnn
Who in conversation inspired this little ditty.
This is the Ballad of ‘Memo’ Roy
the fastest memos in the world.
Roy writes a memo every minute
just to remind himself what to do.
He even writes one to tell himself
he must visit the loo.
It all started many years ago
when the doctor told Roy
he was suffering from
short-term memory loss.
Now he writes memos
to remind himself to write a memo
for everything he must do.
He writes one late at night
to remind him
to get up in the morning
and one in the morning
to remind him to go to bed at night.
It is estimated he writes
quite a few hundred memos everyday.
His house is filed with little bits
of yellow paper stuck up here and there.
He couldn’t watch TV
even if he wanted to.
There are s many memos on it
you can’t see the screen.
One day his pen ran out
and no memos he could write.
He couldn’t even write a memo
to remind himself to buy a pen.
Then he found a pencil
and shouted that will do.
Now he is able to write memos to himself
to tell himself what to do.
As far as I know,
he hasn’t written a memo
to remind himself to sharpen
the pencil once and a while.
28 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Hatin' On Someone
I'm starring at your car right now
I'm Thinking about all the things
I could do to it
I could
Egg your car
Scratch up the paint
Slash your tires
Spray paint your windows
I got to be honest it's tempting
Cause you really hurt me
It shouldn't matter what you do or say
But guess what it does
I usually would of let this go
But you really hurt me bad
And I'm sick of being so hurt
So Now I'm staring at your car
With a dozen eggs to throw at it
I have keys to scratch it up
I have a knife to slash your tires
And spray paint for your windows
Now you will have fun cleaning that up
So maybe next time you'll think twice
Before you hurt someone like me
Or maybe I just declared war
But either way it made me feel better
It's just to bad your car
Had to take the beating for you
Frightened
Everyone gets frightened
at some point in their lives.
My greatest fear
may sound strange to anyone here.
I get frightened of my popularity,
don’t think I don’t enjoy it
because I do that is a fact.
I get a twinge of guilt
when I see someone
who just cannot succeed.
I know only too well
the sorrow they go through.
My friend JoAnn told me
her inspiration was on the wane.
To help her out I suggested
we write some together.
I mention the idea to our friend Meggie.
She asked if she could join us,
I said yes of course.
Now I’ve got more popular
it frightens me even more.
I’ve taken to self-mocking
to try and lower people’s opinion of me.
The problem is now
they dispute it all the time.
I think one of the reasons
why I get frightened is
all my life I’ve been at the back of the class
and now I’m near the front row
and that’s the scary bit.
I may joke about it,
but it’s no joke to me.
Getting more and more popular
scares the hell out of me.
1 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Christmas Means To Me…
Christmas means a lot to me
Because you have made it special you see
You give me your love from deep within
Even though your patience I wear thin
You are my shinning star so bright
May world goes from darkness to light
You know what I need to make it through
And I am very blessed and thankful for you
Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without you
My day would be sad, lonely and blue
Christmas means a lot because of the love you give
You have always taught that we must forgive
Christmas means lot of things
It means presents, clothes and diamond rings
It means giving from the very start
Giving from deep within the heart
Christmas means the end of another year
Together we are able to stand up and cheer
And add another year together my dear
For our love we have for each other is sincere
For it is our happiness and love we share
A special time for us to show each other we care
To join our love ones in a Christmas celebration
To teach others with example and inspiration
poem by Joann Carrano Passmore
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Wedding Band
Joey Wedding Band
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
poem by Michael Gelb
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A Thorn Between Two Roses
Talking to a friend last night,
they were saying how
inspiration had deserted them.
I suggested several methods
of how to get it back.
Most of them they had tried,
but with no avail.
Then I suggested collaboration.
They were not to sure about that.
We write in different styles
came the reply.
Therefore, what I said
we could only give it a try.
Reluctantly she agreed.
I dug out a few miss tries
and sent them through.
In the meantime,
I was talking to another friend of ours.
Told her about the collaboration
and she asked if she could join in too.
Of course, I said
I was only too happy
to have her on board.
So the three of us set about to work.
JoAnn, Meggie and me.
And today our first poem was born.
No title yet,
but it has been posted
for the world tom see.
Under the name
JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave & Meggie Gultiano.
A thorn between two roses.
The poem is seamless
and is difficult to see
where one poet finishes
and another poets starts.
This is our first collaboration
and by no means our last.
Each of us has enjoyed doing it
and is looking forward to the next.
6 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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My PH Women Friends..A Tribute
You led my way into a brighter and less troubled day
Reading your lovely writes and comments each day
Giving me the courage to try and believe
To be strong and faith that will never wade
I am blessed to have found you not only in my dream
But in the real pages in my life, or so it seem
It was your kindness that made me a better person
Thank you for helping me to move on.
You will always have a special place here in my heart: ,
Karin Anderson, Sandra Fowler, Alison Cassidy, Ernestine Northover,
JoAnn McGrath, Maia Padua, Naidz Ladia, Sandra Martyres,
Tina Benedicto, Linda Farr, Linda Ori, Linda Winchell, Lynda Robson
Marilyn Lott, Theo Onken, Reshma Ramesh
Note: Don't worry, PH Boy friends, i will have another special tribute
for all of you.Luv ya (LOL)
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Three Hearts
For JoAnn and Meggie
My adopted sisters and partners in poems
When you take partners
in whatever you do,
they become extra close,
becoming an extended family.
They bring an inner joy
that is sometimes hard to find.
They share a special place
deep within your heart.
If you write together
as I do with my adopted sisters,
you like to compliment each other
with every line you write.
A special bond is formed,
not only with the friendship
that grows on a daily basis.
You care about them
always trying to ensure
that they feel no hurt,
and if they do,
your arms are always there to comfort them.
My adopted sisters have that bond
deep within my heart
and we have become
three hearts beating as one.
Though we may live
thousands of miles away from each other,
I have become richer from their friendship.
There is one thing that I have promised myself to do,
that is to visit each of them
and give them a big, big hugs
that are well over do.
I love you Lil sis’s.
Love and hugs from your Big Bruv.
13 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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