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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 rain,
again, and again, until nothing was left
but silent screams, piercing through the pain
deep inside my heart. There were times, I thought
the pain would never end, and griefs refrain
the only tune I’d sing, until I sought
solace in poetry, music and song
finding the peace and contentment it brought
a refuge. My haven, in a choir’s throng
and time with reflections, paper and pen
was medication needed to grow strong
in order to move forward – live again.
Words and music stayed, when all else was gone
and played a new melody. It was then,
I found a voice, to walk once more in sun.
© Janette Fisher 08.02.17
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 and who was never late
Lighting the coal fire, sitting in the grate
She then cooked breakfast on a range,
Haven’t things for me, now changed?
Over the range for hours mum would slave
Cooking meals, whereas I have a microwave
And a vacuum, to clean this house of mine
Mum used to beat rugs on her washing line,
I have gas central heating, to keep the house warm
For my waking up to electric alarm
Then straight into the bathroom to have a shower
With instant hot water, mum had to wait hours
For the water to boil in her dolly tub
With its mangle, her weeks washing to scrub
A washing machine, daily, washes my clothes
What I’d do without it, heavens knows
And only a larder and pantry had mum,
No fridges or freezers, with meals ready done;
Between rudding steps and the range black leading,
She always had time for games and for reading,
My children don’t bother to go out to play
They stay in their rooms, on computers all day,
I guess each generation, has its ‘hard times’
I suppose at the moment, I feel this is mine
But, on reflection, of the life my mum had
I consider myself lucky; my ‘hard time’ is not so bad.
© Janette Fisher – June 1995
I wrote this poem about 15 years ago when I was a bank manager and my girls were about 12 and 10
Autumn, you are best in the time that I was born,
In the beginning, when children scurry to school.
Not in the end, when trees of leaves have been shorn
By winds or flurries of snow when days are too cool.
I love you in the time of Indian summer’s glow
When days are still bright, and they linger into night,
And trees along mountains are putting on a show,
Even to Halloween when we revel in fright.
Quickly how you pass into winter’s fierce grasp.
You fall, and only recollections can I clasp.
For Janette Fisher's
the Season of Mist and Mellow Fruitfulness Poetry Contest
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 and damp
Hindering the traveller’s on their quest
Shrouding the light from both window and lamp
Cloaked in the mist, the village was still
With no sign of life to be seen
As the traveller’s made their way to an inn
Ahead in the distance, a clock struck thirteen
As the last chime rang, from beyond the grave
Ghosts of the dead filled the streets
The travellers were frozen, unable to move
Fear and dread chilling their bones, head to feet
The traveller’s looked for a haven
But no matter how hard they tried
There was nowhere, for them to run to
With all routes of possible escape denied
Surrounded by the walking dead
And powerless in their plight
They were quickly consumed by spectres,
Who carried their souls off into the night
Satiated, the dead, returned to their graves
The clock once again struck thirteen
And two piles of dust, were all that remained
On the spot where the traveller’s had been.
Janette Fisher
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 the magnetic appeal.
Standing before you waiting for the word,
Commitment to marriage must be assured.
The Trevi fountain only needs one coin,
For love to flourish and your souls to join.
Actions of love demonstrate true caring,
The time is now to begin your sharing,
Blue and pink candles are woman and man,
The white candle begins the marriage plan.
Together they join, the flames shine bright,
Brought together by two families - this light.
Good times and bad will come to pass,
Now its time to toast and raise a glass.
For you will now become man and wife,
Forever in love - creating your new life.
In the marriage ceremony a pink candle is lit by the bride’s mother and a blue candle is lit by the groom’s mother, then the bride and groom light the white candle together. The pink and blue candles can be returned to parents or just left burning. It’s beautifully symbolic.
Written September 8, 2012
For Janette Fisher’s contest
“When Fate Decides”
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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 gold
underneath the rainbow of great happiness unfold
when two hearts cling together as one
making sacred vow for a very strong bond
for better or worst, ‘til death do us part,
in sickness and in health, the loveliest thing from mouth to heart
as colorful butterflies spread their wings
crowning you both with joy and bountiful blessings
applause will be on air wishing you both hope and success
as two hearts build a family hoping to live in a home of bliss
but when fate decides to bring you love
it’ s not always like a fairy tale now
just like a tall wedding cake that loses its shape
when love is not nourished and nurtured by two people who share
Written: Sept. 12,2012
Eleventh Place
Contest: When Fate Decides (Wedding Poem)
Contest Judged: 9/30/2012
Poet Sponsor: Janette Fisher
Note: I tried to make a Wedding Cake Poem
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 to start you off, right away.”
They told me I had pre-eclampsia
A condition both dangerous and rare
But not to worry, that my baby and I,
Would receive the best of care
They put me to bed, and told me to rest
Then every five minutes, took a blood pressure test
The doc gave me a valium injection
To bring my blood pressure down,
Ten minutes later he came back again
The smile on his face, replaced by a frown
“I’m sorry Janette - your blood pressure’s too high
If we don’t operate right this minute – you’ll die!”
They gave me the anaesthetic,
As they wheeled me down corridors grey
And as we approached the theatre doors,
I could feel myself drifting away
The last thing I remember, before slumber serene
Was the theatre staff, standing there, all dressed in green
When I eventually came round, when I finally awoke
Hooked to monitors, drugged, feeling sore
I received such a shock, I shot up in bed
Pulling all the drips down to the floor,
The doctors and nurses then came rushing in
To find out, what caused the alarm bells to ring
They told me I’d been in a coma
For two weeks, I’d been out of this world
That the op had gone well, and I now
Was the mum, of a beautiful, baby girl
She was doing quite well, though still a bit weak,
I was totally too dumbfounded to speak!
Two weeks of my life are now missing,
Absent time, I shall never recall
But if not for those doctors and nurses
I would never have been here at all,
For my life, and that of my daughter they saved
And for that I’ll be grateful, to the end of my days.
© Janette Fisher – April 1983
This poem was written after the birth of my first daughter who is now 27
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For The Palindrome Contest: Sponsored by Jared Pickett
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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, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.
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, you reveal little joy;
have I denied you passionate kisses?
And if a hug is too little to make you happy,
what else can I give besides tenderness?
Janette,
are you the same woman
who had strong feelings for me?
Who has betrayed our trust and pretends to be
as faithful as you should be?
Aren't you surprised by my disdain?
Janette,
don't shake your tree,
nothing will fall out...
you have taken it all in stride
with one breath of greed,
and watching me bleed
you feel no sympathy for me;
Janette,
yesterday we fell madly in love, and tomorrow looked bright;
today, we're falling out of love and we're hurting our pride!