Janice M Pickett
Janice M Pickett Poems
Thunder, followed by the harsh adrenalin rush
As lightening illuminates the unsuspecting
fragments of shattered nerves.
The spinning feeling which sets the unbalanced pivot
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Tracing all those tears that have flowed
has taken years of searching and mind analysis
The times my father hit my mother
The times Mum just didn’t come home
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There's a fairy at the bottom of my garden
she flits in and out of my flowers
I can sit on the step here
and watch her
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Not all pain is bad
like birth pains when having my children
that pain was good
Not all tears are sad
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Mix together and stir the ingredients well
A life time of loyalty and companionship
add a pinch of humor and a sprinkling of tears
place in a pan of sharing and caring
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Sweet breath of an angel
In perfect harmony and peace
As you glory in his presence
your rapture does increase
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There is a long long road to nowhere my friend
with a bend at every twist and turn
An easy path so very often taken by them
for those poor souls with much to learn
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Your Pain is really showing
I have felt it in my heart
I have something good to tell you
although we're worlds apart
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Quantum leaps of mammoth proportion
Vibrating the energy of a world once dying
from a breakdown in energy
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Silvery Moon
Shining bright this perfect night
from your throne way up high
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Cover me oh Golden Cloak
for I am weak and mild
show me as I journey through
my innocence of child
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It's five on the morning
and I can't stop yawing
this cough is really annoying me
It started yesterday
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Leaving behind a shadowed horizon
Dust scattered weeping willows
And oceans of unfulfilled dreams
I look ahead
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”OK Push now” she commanded
I obeyed.
Sweat pouring from my brow
the crying had a ricochet effect
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OH I am a Silly Billy
I went out in the rain
forgot to eat my breakfast
and nearly went insane
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Love is a moment in time
its future unseen
its pleasure for the present
Love grows only when
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1...Well the most obviously one is to poison him.
But then you would end up in jail and that would
take away the freedom you so wanted
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My Legacy ~ A Mothers Love
It started of course when I was born
My Legacy
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It’s not the way that you say my name
Or the way that I
Play your game
Makes my temperature rise
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Janice M Pickett Biography
Born in England but raised in Africa, I finally settled in Australia in 1990. Poetry has been very much a part of my life since a child. I grew up in a Show Biz family writing music and Lyrics and many non-fiction books.My first poem at age 8 won me an award and I was published in a local Paper as a result. Since then I have spent my life working in the Film and television Industry as a writer/Actor/producer/Director. I am a philosopher and a spiritual person who believe in Thought energy controling our lives. I have a number of published books out there which include some poetry volumes, plus some movie scripts waiting to be produced.)
The Best Poem Of Janice M Pickett
*thunder*
Thunder, followed by the harsh adrenalin rush
As lightening illuminates the unsuspecting
fragments of shattered nerves.
The spinning feeling which sets the unbalanced pivot
crashing against a pounding brain.
Which was is up?
Which way is any way at all?
Nobody understands how the pain rips
Right into the innermost corners of a false reality
Touched by fear,
Set alike by a cruel twist of fate
Beaten by the never ending knowledge
That it will happen, over and over again
Craving a peace that never comes
An gentle breeze to caress an aching heart
The smell of the sea and the warm embrace
Of the sun as it beats down
with a promise of a better tomorrow
God knows the answers
Why is he so tough on those who do right by him?
Everything goes full circle
The world is round
Everything has good and bad
There is always an opposite
A positive and a negative
Dreams are always there to encourage us to aim
For their fulfillment
To realize them as our goals
To wake up looking for the rainbow after a storm
The fresh smell of the earth
Kissed by gentle raindrops during the night hours
Why does the whole pattern of life
therefore parch our souls like the dessert?
Why does it make us cry like frightened babies?
Where is fairness and kindness?
Where is the desire to achieve?
We have our support group. This that say they love us.
Those who say we are special.
Those who bring the joy we all need,
and could feel inside.
When the next storm comes
we are no better prepared for that first lightening strike.
No calmer in our fragmented hearts.
We will just sink deflated into our armor shield,
until the storm dies down again.
The pounding as the heart feels the emotions good and bad.
Which way will the next trauma go?
There are many paths to take.
But to walk away would bring yet another kind of pain.
To stay could destroy years of already lost life and love.
Which way to turn? Which way to run?
Do you ask for forgiveness? Even when you know you are not to blame.
Now the brain has joined the constant pounding of the heart.
Both are playing the same song of woe.
I do not know the answer. I do not know the question.
I do not know our fate
I only know
that this storm in my heart
is tearing me to shreds
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