Revolutions
Birth of a nation, birth of a child,
All that is vital, heady, and mild.
Fighting for freedoms, powered by rage,
Free birthing a babe, regardless of age.
Revolution en force to startle a king,
Revolution of value the parent does bring.
An enduring plight; a midnight ride.
No shame in a moment of boundless pride.
Celebrate!
Strike up the night.
Line up the cannons.
Burn up the sky.
Remember the one that fell before you;
Hold on to the one who truly adores you.
Freedom will ring; the last cap shot.
As a father weeps, his baby caught.
Loving hands stoke memories.
Liberty is in letting go.
When You Were Mine 
revolutionary!
Yes! This is truly wonderful. The images and the song that is evoked through your words is very exciting. You have a good talent here. Great job!
SM
Your poetry evokes thought as it should. I like how you seem to play with double meaning.
Your work is not this literal contrived, or obvious expression, but a colorful journey of discovery and mystery. You should really try to go deeper and see what you can uncover about yourself. You are certainly capable.
I would like to see even more vulnerability from you. Do not be afraid to speak, for fear of hurting anyone- let it go (as you have said).
Great work, Joy.
one of my favorites!
truly a gift
Joy, I like the dual meaning in “revolutions”. At first I did not quite get the comparison, but after reading it a couple of times, I think I finally see the parallel. This is really clever and beautiful. I guess that is your style, subtle and deep. Some of the poems are laced with aggression and at the same time peppered with delicate beauty. I like how you go “there” and then bring us back to the beauty. I enjoy your writing very much and look forward to what you show us next.
Love love it girl