PARADISE...

NEVER MOURN MY PASSING DAY

Never mourn my passing day
with the angels I flew away.
Hand in hand I have flown
to stand by my Lord at his throne.

Now my weary souls at rest
so never mourn my passing death.
Way up in heaven so far from here
with my Lord, He holds me near.

Rejoice within your hearts for me
for with my Lord I went to be.
Now an angel in heaven above
with my Lord I share my love.

So never mourn my passing day
for with my lord, I'm here to stay.
Just remember, He holds me near
and never shed another tear.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

I wrote this poem as I thought of my mother and grandmother tonight... And I know deep down in my heart this is the way they feel... I love you both and miss you very much...

We All Mourn Your Passing

A Day Forever Eched In Our Hearts..

A MOURNING HEART

Here within this darkened mind
distant from your love so kind.
Tears welling up inside my soul,
and in your eyes a loving show.

A bleakened frown now shrouds my face,
from my smile, it took it's place.
The laughter I once enjoyed with you,
gone forever, what will I do.

Found within my heart so deep
this love I lost it makes me weep.
Never again will I find a true love
for God had sent you from up above.

Ever filled with mortal dread,
for in my heart I feel I'm dead.
Silent are my horrid screams,
shattered are my beautiful dreams.

Entombed within this dark domain,
my love for you will remain.
Inside my soul, and in my heart,
as it has right from the start.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

JUST WITHIN MY REACH...BUT

ALWAYS OUT OF REACH

WITHIN MY GRASP

As the distant sun begins to rise,
I thought I saw a ray of hope in your eyes.
The tears begin to fall upon my face,
knowing never again will I feel your embrace.

In this true love I thought I found,
my heart was trampled into the ground.
Again I live in deep despair,
but in time, my heart, God will repair.

My heart floats in a sea of confusion,
I guess all your love was just a delusion.
But in my minds eye your love was real,
evoked by these things you made me feel.

As I try to write but the words won't come,
everything within my grasp, but I just run.
Away from your heart away from your soul,
away from this life into this deep dark hole.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

Kelly here's another for ya...

TIME IS ALL WE HAVE 

AS THE TEARS FLOW

I thought I meant something to him,
but he was just like the rest of them.
He brought to my knees,as the tears begin to flow,
why did I have to be the last one to know.

My heart ripped out, from deep within,
oh, what are we gonna do with all these men.
They think these younger women, are all for them,
as they play their little games of pretend.

Never giving it a second thought,
about all the sadness, that they've brought.
Playing with your soul, and with your heart,
one day they'll find out, that's not so smart.

As the tears flow down, from my face again,
I hope he enjoys, his game of pretend.
And when she's gone, from his life,
I dare him to bring me, all his strife.

Because this little girl doesn't like, these games you play,
and out of my life, is where you'll stay.
No longer will you toy with this heart of mine,
without you, my life will be fine.

For I took the key, and locked my heart,
just like I knew, I should have done from the start.
You were my knight in shining armor and best friend,
but now it's over, after your game of pretend.

As the tears flow down my face,
I look at another, time and place.
A time when I thought you were the best thing for me,
the sadness wells inside my heart, for I know it wasn't meant to be.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

Kelly I dedicate this poem to you...I wrote this poem for several reasons...not just for the one on your list...but also for all the men who play with womens hearts...Just remember he's not worth it...just as Ben wasn't...there is someone out there for you..just waiting...for the right time....We will find that happiness one day... I know we will... There are good men out there...lol

These Are My Little Angels

In The Park

LITTLE ANGELS IN THE PARK

I can see the little angels,
as they're passing by.
Not a care in this world,
just thinking they can fly.

Playing all their games,
around the park they scurry.
From swing to swing,
always in a hurry.

Sliding down the slides,
skinning up their knees.
When one runs one way,
off to the the slide, everyone flees.

As they hit the merry-go-round,
going as fast as they can go.
someone's gonna get sick,
cause they can't seem to go slow.

As I watch these little angels,
playing in the park.
Here comes that big old dog,
and he begins to bark.

Scaring all the angels,
as they begin to run.
Flying up the trees,
but still having fun.

As mom calls out from the table,
now it's time to eat.
Their picnic in the park,
to them it's such a treat.

Now I watch the little angels,
as they leave the park.
In their little eyes,
I see a glistening spark.


I dedicate this poem to Amy..our little angel on here...Hope you have these fun days in the park...

WARREN THOMAS WILBANKS SEPT 5, 2004

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

THE ONLY LOVE YOU CAN TRUELY TRUST

Another Monday...lol...just another day...Damn I didn't want to get up..could have stayed in bed all day...You know there's one thing I have learned in life...the only love you can truely trust is the love of your children....your parents and your brothers and sisters..and your bestest friend...well thats the way I feel anyway...but who am I to say....Shit some people can't even trust that love...at least I can say in my family it's that way....There are only 4 men in my life that I truely trust..with life..My Dad..bless his heart...My brother Tony..crazy little shit that he is...My brother Teddy..sweetest thing...worries about everyone...And then there's MY LITTLE MAN Thomas...he'll take care of mama..I know he will.... He is the love of my life...

These things inside my mind 

INSIDE A POETS CLUTCH

These misty memories inside my soul,
images of beauty, to behold.
Of crystal portraits, within my mind,
A glint of silver, you will find.

This liquid canvas of my soul,
painting colors, as they roll.
From this brush, within my hand,
here is where my portrait began.

Inside my mind, it is so clear,
as these images, do appear.
Inspired by colors of vibrant green,
unlike any, I've ever seen.

Immersed inside these poets minds,
painted portraits of all kinds.
Things of beauty, not one can touch,
only through the mind, inside a poets clutch.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

YOU ARE MY LASTING MATE 

THAT SUMMER DAY

On that beautiful, summer day,
all your love, you did portray.
Echos of words, from my past,
the day we met, it happened so fast.

The graveled pathway, adorned by love,
as two hearts, begin to shove.
A love that emits, life's burning light,
my heart true, as it burns bright.

Consumed by a love, that will endure,
from these hardships, I am sure.
Companions forever, in my heart,
lost in this love, right from the start.

As the pleasant, memories begin,
my heart aches, for you again.
The visions of joy, I receive from your smile,
nothing like this, have I seen in awhile.

Reflections of our path, can't escape my clouded sight,
as my weakened soul, lays down for the night.
Illusions heal, my darkened state,
with visions of you, as my lasting mate.

Liberated from these sorrow's, I once knew,
as salvations hand, came shining through.
Purging my heart with your cleansing touch,
as I realized, I loved you so much.

In my heart, you do control,
everything about me, even my soul.
As I reach out into the night,
I hope tomorrow, you'll make things bright.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

FRIENDS FOREVER

JOYCE & JANIECE...FRIENDS FOR LIFE

JANIECE & JOYCE..SISTERS AT HEART

We've been together, through thick and thin,
our friendship together, we did win.
A sisterly love, was what we found,
a beautiful love, where two hearts were bound.

Who would have thought, so long ago,
that this love, would always show.
In our hearts, right from the start,
a wonderful bond, between to hearts.

We were 17, when we met,
our lives together, they were set.
From a Higher Power, we just didn't know,
just how much, this love would grow.

I knew I loved you, from the start,
I could feel it, in my heart.
You were my sister, way back when,
I feel it now, just as I did, way back then.

Janiece, I love you, more than I could ever say,
you are my sister, in every way.
You know God works, in mysterious ways,
all we have to do, is look back on those days.

Way back then, He put us together,
to share a bond, that will last forever.
27 years of our lives together, I always knew,
I had a wonderful friend, and that friend is you.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

27 years of friendships and love we've shared...two hearts bound together...through Gods love...

OUT OF THE DARKNESS AND FROM WITHIN!!! 

THE DARKNESS

Oh the darkness, it comes on so fast,
from all these things, in my past.
Hidden so deep, inside my soul,
if only I could find, a deep dark hole.

To hide from this world, from deep within,
as the sadness, it does begin.
My heart is aching, in the night,
if only I could see, good things in sight.

My heart is tormented, by these things,
and all the heartaches, that it brings.
One day I'll find, a life out there,
one that I know, will be fair.

Oh the darkness, I don't want it to be,
but sometimes, it over powers me.
From these things, my mind rambles,
As it puts, my heart in shambles.

I know there is , a life out there,
it's in the darkness, out there somewhere.
I will find it, you watch and see,
and when I do, I'll also find me.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

SLEEPLESS AND ALL ALONE

ALL THESE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS !!!

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Sleepless nights, they get so old,
as my heart, it does grow cold.
I toss and turn, all night long,
in my head, the same old song.

All these things, inside my soul,
makes my heart, want to find a hole.
To climb inside, for I can't win,
Oh, my head it starts to spin.

As my heart, begins to pound,
from my mouth, there is no sound.
My body trembles, from deep within,
all these sleepless nights, I do spend.

All these nights, they are so cold,
alone again, no one to hold.
My soul screams out, to my heart,
wake up now, and make a new start.

Until that day, comes for me,
I guess thats the way, it'll have to be.
Alone again, it isn't right,
to have to spend, all these sleepless nights.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

MY BABIES 

LET'S PRETEND...OH NO...NOT AGAIN

Summer days are over,
as winter does begin.
Now the little children,
all they can do is pretend.

Games inside, they can play,
inside until the next, summers day.
A game of pretend, who will win,
you can bet it won't be me, in the end.

They have Red Rover, Red Rover,
send that ole dog on over.
I'd like to send him somewhere,
just to get him out of my hair.

Then they play, Hide And Seek,
but it seems someone, will always peek.
And thats were the crying begins,
it seems, it never ends.

Today they play, Red Light, Green Light,
but once again, all they do is fight.
If Jordan says go, my Taylor has to stop,
what can I do, I'm about to drop.

Here we go again, Simon Says, OH NO,
my little Taylor, she will put on a show.
Jordan will get mad again, she won't... want to pretend,
and off to their rooms, I will have to send.

These winter days, are way to long,
why don't we just, sing a song.
A song of love, that's what we can do,
or how about the little ole lady, who lives in the shoe.

Now come on girls, not again,
I really don't, want to pretend.
You dress up, and I'll watch from here,
then you can see my face, as I sneer.

Stay out of my makeup now, or your in trouble,
for you Taylor, that goes double.
You get your lips, way to red,
all my makeup, I find on your head.

OK girls this day is over, time for bed,
I have this terrible aching, in my head.
If you want to play pretend, again tomorrow,
you better go to bed, or there will be sorrow.

Good night to you both, I love you so much,
give mommy a big kiss, with your loving touch.
Maybe tomorrow we can play pretend,
and maybe this time, I'll even join in.

So until these winter days are over,
I guess all we can do is pretend.
Maybe I won't pull my hair out by then,
until the summer days get here again,
I guess they will win!!!

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

I dedicate this poem to my two daughters JORDAN and TAYLOR...I love you both very much....

IT SURPRISES ME SOMETIMES...WHAT COMES FROM THIS CRAZY MIND...

HUMMMM HERE IT IS AGAIN.... THE MIND!

NEVER BE TO TRUSTING

Your friends, they are per say,
but are they there, for you each day.
Your loves, they tell you how much they care,
then they turn around, and they don't share.

Oh what does it matter anyway,
life sucks for me today.
In my life, I've done alot things,
but on these fingers, you won't see rings.

For I don't trust you, with my life,
all you bring me, is sadness and strife.
So get the hell, away from me,
in my life, I don't want you to be.

You said you loved me, I thought it was true,
all you did was tell another lie, So f--k you.
All my life, I've dealt with this,
now it's time, for that last kiss.

So I say goodbye, to you today,
you go on, your merry little way.
My life will be fine, without this shit,
this is your GOODBYE, from LILBIT.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

GUESS YOU CAN TELL I AM IN A SUCK ASS MOOD....
This is a fictional Poem... even though I was thinking of my ex- Ben...and alot of other things....when I wrote this...it's just how I feel sometimes...Life just sucks...on days like this...so this what came for this Crazy mind...Guess you can tell...you never want to piss me off...lol

So Much Beauty

Inside the mind of a poet.

MY POET FRIENDS

I have met lots of friends on the net,
they've changed my life, you can bet.
None more so, than on dreamers site,
with their poems, they make life bright.

All their poems, come from their hearts,
inside my mind, the spinning starts.
Each time I read, these poems on here,
to each one, my heart feels near.

They write of things, from their life,
love and laughter, fears and strife.
All these things, they do write,
the tears come down, no matter how hard I fight.

You have sweet little Amy, who lost her mother,
she makes my heart, melt like butter.
She is so dear, to us all.
she's only seven, I know she's so small.

But in her poems, she has a big heart,
she captured mine, right from the start.
All of her poems, they are so sweet,
all of them, are such a treat.

Then you have Clive, who seems so serious,
sometimes this man, makes me delirious.
Clive I believe is quit a man,
someone who would really understand.

I know he's been, through alot in life,
dealing with sickness and of strife.
Missing his daughter, and so much more,
worrying about the children, and what they have in store.

Oh, then there Mere, who I worry about so much,
she's so young, and out of touch.
The things she writes, I understand,
to her I extend, a loving hand.

I know things are tough, for her right now,
I want to help her, but I just don't know how.
All I can do, is give her an ear,
and hope to ease, some of her fear.

Then there's Meridan, who writes of love,
and all the things, from up above.
Things of days, way in the past,
she sets the stage, for it's cast.

Through her stories, I can see,
she set's her stage, to a T.
Makes you feel, you are there,
at these plays, she has to share.

Oh yes, Barb you must see,
her mind works, just like me.
Things of passion, she beholds,
just like the stories, I have told.

Her mind it wanderers, all the time,
she writes from her heart, and does so fine.
In her poems, she writes of fear,
but also holding, life so dear.

But about Miss Terrie, I must say,
her poems touch me, in such a way.
She understands, so much about me,
from her comments, that I can see.

This lady, she has a heart of gold,
with her first poem, I was sold.
but like me, she's been touched by death,
I can feel it, with every breath.

Let's not forget Ben, who is our friend,
he's the one, who can make my heart mend.
From his poems, that he sends,
here is where the laughter begins.

All his poems, I really dig,
even the one, of his roadhouse gig.
Our little singer, and his brew,
in the morning, he will stew.

He takes away, so much of my pain,
from his poems, I have so much to gain.
He makes me laugh, so hard I cry,
sometimes I even feel, I could die.

To all whom, I write about here,
to each one, in my heart I hold so dear.
We've shared so much, on dreamers site,
I take these poems with me, as I lay down at night.

I've laughed and I've cried, as we've shared these things,
about love, losses and caffeine, also about angels with their wings.
To all my friends on dreamers site, I'll remember you all my days,
and how you've touched my life, in so many ways.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004


This poem is to all my friends on dreamers site...even the ones I didn't write about...I do try to read all the poems..but there are so many of them here..maybe one day I will get to them all....until then I've picked out a few... Amy, Clive, Mere, Meridan, Barb, Terrie, and oh yes Ben... they have touched my life is so many ways...to all of you...I thank you from my heart....

PURE AT HEART

MY SWEET AMY

SWEET AMY..."PURE AT HEART"

Sweet Amy, "pure at heart",
isn't she, just so smart.
When she doesn't know,
she goes to dad, and he will show.

Life she doesn't understand yet,
in time she will, I'll bet.
For sweet Amy, she is so smart,
from her poems, she's "pure at heart".

She touches our hearts everyday,
she doesn't know, my heart she touches in everyway.
Her mommy, she has lost,
she doesn't understand, God wouldn't hurt her at any cost.

He needed her mommy, there with him,
little Amy doesn't know, she watches over them.
Her mommy is a beautiful angel, up there,
just like my mommy, there's more beauty, for heaven to share.

Sweet little Amy as you grow up with dad,
just remember your mommy, and all that you had.
Write your poems, like you have from the start,
O' Sweet Amy, stay so "pure at heart".

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

I dedicate this poem to sweet little Amy, the beautiful little poet that she is...Stay happy Sweet Little Amy..You are so " Pure At Heart"... Keep writing we enjoy them all...love joyce

O' Heart Of Darkness

Inside I bleed.

O' HEART OF DARKNESS

O' heart of darkness, I do bleed,
maybe it's from, this enormous need.

Inside my soul, just waiting there,
O' heart of darkness, it just isn't fair.

Simmering thoughts of what you read,
inside my head, of all I need.

All these things inside my head,
are not for you, to be read.

Amidst the darkness is your seed,
on these things, you do feed.

From my heart, I shut you out,
but in my mind, there is doubt.

Sending sadness is your deed,
spreading fast is your speed.

Stealing my soul, as you turn around,
oh my heart, it begins to pound.

For turning evil is your heed,
as you listen, to my need.

O' heart of darkness, go away,
I do not need you, here today.

Nothing but darkness, you are indeed,
O' heart of darkness, I do bleed.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

OUR Decisions Can...

Keep Us Frozen in time.

Decisions In Life

Today is a suck ass day..wonder sometimes why I do the things I do...why I even bother...Tomorrow morning if you wake up and the sun doesn't shine..who cares...
it's hard when your future is so unclear...who really cares...we make our lives what they are...by all the crazy ass decisions we make...at times things seem so clear...then I have to have these suck ass days...where nothing in my mind is clear...made my own life what it is.... by the decisions I've made...guess today is another one of those days when I have to wonder...

MY BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY 

MY BUTTERFLY

I was kissed by a butterfly, late one day,
as our kids began to play.
My friend and I, just sitting there,
taking in the, the nice fresh air.

Talking about things, from long ago,
wondering why life, had treated us so.
Landing on me there,
was this butterfly, in my hair.

As we sat and talked of life today,
that beautiful butterfly, wouldn't go away.
I tried to get her to go,
but something in me, told me no.

Leave her there, and let her stare,
this beautiful butterfly, in my hair.
Was it mom, I would ask?
As my friend began to laugh.

But as the day went on,
that beautiful butterfly,
wouldn't leave me alone.
To this day, she still comes home.

So now I ask you, what you think?
Does it make, your heart sink?
Mine it does, for I believe,
it was mom I did receive.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004

Janiece I dedicate this poem to you...in rememberance of the day..I was kissed by a butterfly.... in my heart I know it's mom...letting me know she's ok... and I think that you do too...for I feel it when we talk...about that day not long ago... when mom landed on my toe...in my hair and on my arm...sitting there staring as she did...I know it's her and I don't care...what anyone thinks....I love you MOM...MY BUTTERFLY...

MOM AND BILL HER BROTHER..2 WEEKS BEFORE HER DEATH.

MAMA...MY ANGEL

I love to write about angels,
soaring above the skies.
Wings of magnificent beauty,
soaring so very high.

I think of all the beauty,
they must have inside.
When I think of angels today,
I think of my mom, who went away.

Just how beautiful, she must be,
Oh, for her I long to see.
Just one glimpse of her today,
but then, I'd never want her to go away.

God knows whats best for me,
I guess that why, I will not see.
My mother, the angel I miss,
oh how I long, for just one kiss.

So mama soar so very high,
in the heavens, you can fly.
As a beautiful angel I see,
me with you, one day to be.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©2004


MAMA WE ALL MISS YOU SO MUCH...

YOU NEVER KNOW..WHERE I WILL BEGIN...OR WHERE I WILL END 

POETS AT HEART

We're all poets from the heart,
but sometimes we don't know, just where to start.
So I think about angels to begin,
or maybe the stars, for the end.

Or maybe today it's about the sun,
who knows tomorrow, it may be a gun.
Today may be about death, how it touches our life,
or how we feel about the world, and all it's strife.

Or maybe it's the rainbows, after the rain,
or maybe the little old man, with his cane.
It might be my Best friend, I love so much,
or my man, and his loving touch.

Who knows, what will come from me today,
it may be that, I'm going away.
There's no worry about that, you'll never see that in your site,
cause in this world I have to write.

I never know, what will come from my pen,
I just open up my heart, and I begin.
It may not flow that easy from the start,
but when I end it's from, my poetic heart.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

MY SOUL I SHARE WITH YOU

I LOVE SHARING MY SOUL WITH YOU

WE ARE ALL ANGELS AT HEART

DREAMERS ANGEL PURE AT HEART

DREAMERS ANGELS

Just like Dreamer I do feel,
all these angels, they are real.
These are angels, guiding our pens,
But sometimes I feel, I just can't win.

Today I feel those demons, from within.

I feel them standing there,
pushing my pen, as I stare.
Taking in, what I write,
changing everything, in my sites.

One day I know I will,
excape these demons, that I feel.
And write the things inside my soul,
things of love, not of cold.

Thank you Dreamer for your poem,
it made me feel, so very warm.
To think of angels, in my soul,
instead of demons, who are so cold.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy


I wrote this poem after I post ( MY SOUL SEARCHES ) on dreamers site. Then as I was reading this weeks poems, I read Dreamers poem A GUIDING LIGHT and I have to say it touched me greatly. It was as though she was the guiding light for me today...she was there to guide these demons the other way...out of my sites for today...Thank you Dreamer for your poem....and know you made a difference in one life today....

FEARS INSIDE MY MIND

FEAR IN THE NIGHT

MY SOUL SEARCHES

In the still of night,
black as coal.
Somethings not right,
within my soul.

Shadows on the wall,
coming from the dusky, smoke filled hall.
My soul screaming, what could it be,
who is this, following me.

Could it be the demons, creeping in,
is he following, me again.
From him, I try to hide,
but he finds me, deep inside.

My soul searches, for a place,
where he'll never, see my face.
Until that day, he finds my soul,
I'll keep hiding, in this hole.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

YOU ARE MY HEART AND SOUL

WE LIVE AND WE LOVE

I LOVE THE WAY...YOU LOVE ME

I love the way you touch me,
so soft and sensual, you can be.

My body begins to tingle, as my heart begins race,

just to feel your hands, run across my face.

It starts a fire, within me,
when you love me, in your mind.

This love, that only I can see,
for it's only, yours and mine.

I love the way you kiss me,
the passion inside you growing.

As you pull me close to you,
this kiss, your love is showing.

I love the way, you look at me.
when you stare into my eyes.

As our bodies come together,
and live in ecstasy.

Most of all I love the way you love me,
even when we're apart.

And when you walk outside that door,
it's you, that stays in my heart.

The most important thing of all,
is that we have each other,

And no one can take that away.
as we love, to the end of our days.

Copy Rights By: Joyce Wilbanks Ivy

DEEP IN THE NIGHT