Long Janette Poems

A nice couple. The Tale of Jean and William. Part 1

Jean Fallen was born in 1999 and had a lonely childhood. 
She grew up in Redfern but never went to school.
She lived with her mother...

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Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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“I think the lemonade was poisoned, Sir,
he’s been murdered!” Watkins said
“I can see no other reasoning
for why the victim is lying here, dead.”

“Let’s not jump to hasty conclusions,”
Detective Inspector Bones, replied
“There’s protocol we have to...

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The way the nurse looked at me, told me
That something wasn’t quite right
It’s why I‘d gone to the surgery that day
I’d been feeling nauseous all night,
The nurse called the doctor, who came to say
“We’re going...

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(I'm really sorry if I left your name off, but I tried to do
 all the premium members I could imagine plus the 
non-premiums with whom I regularly communicate.
 If you are not here, I'm...

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Mattie was a gentle soul, weak in body yet in spirit bold,
touching lives profoundly with his words of inspiration.
A mature mind, though a child, with a poet's heart of gold,
living life fully as a gift...

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The kids are in bed - there are dishes to do
Some washing, ironing, paperwork too
Children, office, housework, sometimes I think life’s hard
But it isn’t really, not when it’s compared
To my mums, who rose up early...

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Most people who meet her, consider her charming
But she has ghoulish traits, they’d find quite alarming
With her gleaming blonde tresses and sparkling blue eyes
Her cherubic features are just a disguise
For although she emits a celestial...

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They say I’m too protective, not letting my daughters out of sight
Or letting them play out with friends, when it gets dark at night
Am I too protective? If I’m honest, then they’re right
I just like...

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How can one pick just one moment in time?
When each second, each minute, each hour
Brings moments of remembrance
Raining forth, like April showers

From the celestial beauty of sunrise
Until its glorious setting at night,
There’s a wealth of...

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Sometimes things just happen in life we can't quite explain.
The loss of a loved one can cut like a knife causing unbearable pain.

I know you've felt you were at the end of your rope, but...

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When fate decides to bring you love,
Your old ways may need a little shove.
Open your eyes and welcome the truth,
That someone you searched for in youth.
The smile, quick wit just closed the deal,
There’s no denying...

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Through the trees, they saw a light
As a haze o’er the village ahead
And weary from walking many miles
Two travellers thought they may find a bed

As they made their way to the village
A mist descended, cold...

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There he hanged in suspended agony with screams pelting
recluse eyes terrified in the glow of afternoon melting…
pockmarked face, ears filled with stain, bones clanking.
how can i soothe his pain borne from abandonment...

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	Janette Fisher
Contest Name	
Holding out for a Hero

Whispering Strawn
 2/25th Btn....Kokoda, World War2

Howard Strachan
Whispering  Strawn or Strack they did say,
After he was shot in the head one fine day,
He was in New Guinea in the...

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Fate’s Decision

when fate decides to bring you love,
your heart will fly  as lovely as a dove
seems as if your soul had reached  a throne of...

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There she stands, just three feet tall
Today of all days she looks so small,
Wearing new shoes and sparkling white socks
She goes to pick up her pink lunch box
Then we put on coats and head out...

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No! Amanda - don’t do that
You put clothes on dollies, not on the cat
Yes, I know that you’re playing, but Simba does not
And he really doesn’t belong in that cot

No!  Amanda - I’ve told...

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HERO  WITH  NO  MEDAL


Could be you or me  fallen out of the net.
Just an old guy, down and out -
Park bench newspaper-blanket :
Drop a coin in his cup as I walk...

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Janette, 
right in front of me 
I see a face of regret and two eyes
that have been captivated by blindness;
Janette,
admit your guilt and accept the reality,
stop being selfish and silly...
be humble like me!

Janette,
in my presence,...

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Through the years, I’ve known my share of sorrow
had my life shattered by cancer and death
with days, when I couldn’t face tomorrow

and dark endless nights, when feeling bereft
I’ve cried a thousand tears. They fell like...

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I crave for them in weaves of light
And scan life’s vignettes on my mind
Their charmed love wraps me day and night

By the porch, his guitar sings bright
Relieving heart’s joys so entwined
I crave for them in...

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When fate decides to bring you love
What else to do but answer the call
You are my life, my all!

I was so afraid to laugh again
Want again
Love again
Yet here I stand my hand in yours
Beliving in...

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The Autumn air is memories,
hitching a ride on earthy scents.
It comes each year upon the breeze,
to tease, tantalize or torment. 

Hitching a ride on earthy scents,
along with the tang of wood smoke,
to tease, tantalize or...

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Sounds...I sit on this bench in the park listening to the sounds around me.
     Even after dark those sounds of life bring back their memory.
Sounds...Sounds of children's laughter playing on the...

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