Best Joe Poems

He sits upon the edge of tomorrow,
lost in his little world full of sorrow.
Sands of time have no patience for his pain,
bemused and confused he can't feel the rain.

You ask, but his excuses feel so lame,
so it's no surprise he's forgotten your name.
He buries his...

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On the banks of the mighty Skagit,
where the rushing waters flow,
sat a fisherman of merit,
the one known as Farmer Joe.
Long he sat there, long he fished there,
always waiting for the day
he would catch a mighty salmon
and it wouldn't get away.
He had lived upon the prairies
where...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of thoughts in hourly cycles, with riddles, jingles and rhymes.
Each wash-up, extracted, pegged, and hung up to dry,
To taunt and flap...

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As You Have Your Cup Of Joe, Each New Morn

As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born
See those gleaming rays sun casts in its glow
For this world does daily its splendor show.

If you want more,...

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School Bus drivers always have stories to tell and most of them come directly from the children that once our rode our buses. This one is no exception, but it is also a fine example of how kids themselves through laughter can overcome what we...

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They were married for sixty-seven years.
Lovely she still was to him,
though wrinkled of face and hair of pure snow.
Entwined hearts forever held sparkle and glow.
Honestly believing, he was the luckiest man alive.

Just thankful to be by her side,
sharing her life and giving her all that...

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Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe!  You the man!  Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit -...

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*Come and listen to my tale about a man named Joe.
Who was Jesus Christ? Well, he didn't really know'
Then one day he read John, Chapter three;
His eyes were opened up and he began to see.
     Pearls of truth, that is; wisdom,...

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JOE WHITE

Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The Brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 Brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney...

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Hot August, 1974, I was back for my second year at college,
having just settled into a new place at Anita Apartments,
right next to the guys’ apartment complex called Tanner’s.
My first night, we answered a knock at our door.
Steve Dietrich, a friend of my roommate, entered...

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FROZEN JOE/

A hardy young fellow called Joe
Went out with no clothes in the snow
Certain bits turned to ice
And then snapped off – not nice
So he now spells his name J-o

30th December 2020
Winter Snow or Ice contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin...

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Joe Biden was a "Senator and Vice-President of "The United States Of  America" who supports "Justice" and rejects "Injustice"!!!!!!!!Joe Biden as a "Senator" "Rejected" "The Republican Agenda To cut back "82%" in "Funding for "The Police all across "The United States of America" in...

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Born Joseph Ferdinand Gould, in Norwood Massachusetts, 1889.
A 1911 graduate of Harvard, and a
Greenwich village Bohemian from 1916 until 1957,
and the time of his death at age 68.
Joe was a filthy and disgusting man, who constantly smelled
like homeless shelter disinfectant. 
Dirty fingers, greasy clothes but...

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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for a Joe
I slipped across floor 
And got an encore
Me and my Joe were the stars of the show.

The cup of...

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WHEELIE BIN JOE
On the north side of Brisbane lives a man who does no wrong, 
He pongs a bit, he's grubby and his beard and hair are long, 
He sits upon the footpath mid plastic bags all sorts, 
Black garbage round his shoulders and white...

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