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Janet Vick Poem
Aroused by denial,
Disturbing thoughts prevail,
Wishing reprisal,
Hostility unveiled.
Sharpened words uncover
The mask in place.
Extreme emotions hover,
Seen in your face.
Venom grows inside,
Feeding the fire,
Where poison resides,
In the skeptic’s lair
Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2006
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I came upon an old man,
A homeless, wretched soul.
He looked so sad and helpless,
In his hands, he held a bowl.
He was propped against the building,
So, his weakness would not show.
He saw the world through glasses,
With hair as white as snow.
I heard my father whisper,
As my eyes filled with tears,
“One need much more than money,
One needs his loved ones near.”
My father loved his family,
Does this old one feel the same?
With my father’s soul beside me
I asked the old one’s name.
His name, he said with feeling,
Was lost with all he owned.
A thief assumed his identity,
Then, all he had was blown.
His wife died in December,
The vulture, then closed in,
Pounced while he was grieving,
Then, his life changed again.
I gathered the frail body to me,
Spoke kindly, acknowledged his need,
A home and a heart full of loving,
My family would plant the seeds.
Love is the first to be planted,
Followed by trust in their care.
My father’s spirit surrounds us,
His example taught us to share.
The old one lost all his pallor,
With love and trust he gained
More than he ever hoped for,
Another family, who gave him a name.
Grandpa, we decided to dub him
As we fought for all he had lost.
As he won the last legal battle,
His life was the price that it cost.
The old one wanted cremation.
My mother did not and she prayed.
Next thing we knew came a lawyer,
And the Last Will and Testament played.
My mother, for once, became speechless,
And I drew in no better air.
Grandpa was there in the picture,
Leaving us undisputed heirs.
Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2006
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Life Is Strange
We don’t make a lot of money,
its okay, still getting by.
Taste of bitter with the honey,
life is funny, wonder why.
One day you have the spirit, hope’s
candle, a flame burning high,
all dazzled by the dangling ropes...
This strangled...innocence died.
Though rubbed and soothed, outlook remains
on guard with its shame for you...
‘cause twice is stupid without brains,
so the dreams are very few.
Now spirit seems to wax and wane
like tides on the drifting shore.
Weather marks leave an ugly stain.
a past that’s hard to ignore.
Janet Vick
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Oh Cupid! You still looking? It’s me...
Where’s my dream man? You know...muscled he.
And some brains would be nice,
otherwise, no lice,
fumigating has caused allergy.
That stupid pig was NOT company.
He just grunted and rooted, you see.
Take that thing you call bow
and bring my man in tow.
Oh Cupid, where’s the love pin for me?
The lawn regrew from your fiery blaze.
I forgive you, the alcohol raze...
Ev’ry year, I’m older,
so Cupid, I’m bolder!
Justifiable, menopause phase!
Janet Vick
Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2012
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Grandma’s Wishes
Though Grandma was always wishin’,
this Christmas she made it come true.
Fixin’ a ride up on Blixen
and dressin ‘em both up in blue.
She wished for Dad to be happy
with a smile to fix up Mom’s fear,
and a tree…made up and snappy
with others in family near.
Jesus, she wished as our first thought,
as the Light we bring our this year,
to shine with the Love we’ve been taught.
Let Christmas, worldwide, be of Cheer.
Janet L Vick
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Angel Seeds
She salvages a broken, fertile land
with seeds to plant undoing the disease.
A grim reminder man in harmful stand
of idol, money market’s greedy wheeze.
She spins the future opening the gate,
too long stood closed, cause hinges creak with rust.
An angel song as gift to soothe the way
with guiding hands. The gentleness breeds trust.
Forgiveness holds the key to angel’s might.
It’s tuned to create joy with loving care
as tender roots are fed by Father’s light
and words enriching soul for heaven’s stair.
Now hope returns with rainbow colored days
and gentle cleansing rains…God’s loving stays.
Janet L Vick
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A Sinner’s Prayer
On bended knees
Father, all muse deserts the tongue.
On bended knees
trying to find words to please
but the heart is still very young.
It seems that words just come out wrong
on bended knees.
To form my hands
with fingers pointing toward heaven…
To form my hands
and know Your vastness over lands…
To know Your passion can leaven
and know Your healing. Love’s heaven
to form my hands.
A sinner’s prayer
to ask for Blessings…heal others.
A sinner’s prayer…
From the heart comes the face I wear
with love for all my brothers,
forgive my sins against others…
A sinner’s prayer.
Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2012
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Tapestry of Mist
But was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?
…an imagination's twist?
…a feathered filled delusion?
Perhaps, t’was the admission
tired of living to exist,
but was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?
An angel apparition
softly smiling love’s assist…
telling her to coexist
with love, His strong tradition.
But was it an illusion
through the tapestry of mist?
Janet L Vick
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Forgiveness
Reopen channels to His harmony,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
Reclaim the pathway to eternity.
Though hurt at times and bleeding thoughtlessness,
the steps to understand may ease the pain,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
To pacify the soul emotions gain
acceptance, whispering to judge no more
in steps to understand and ease the pain.
Forgiveness paves the way, unlocks the door
with prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord,
acceptance whispering to judge no more.
An inner peace and calm brings its reward
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Give prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord.
Let angels guide in roads that intersect.
Reopen channels to His harmony
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Reclaim the pathways to eternity.
Janet L Vick
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Remember when you miss me, I’ll be there.
Just walk the special places, we had much.
Our ground was rich and fertile, never bare
while planted with His love, our prayers and such.
As mem’ries echo good times, revelry...
My hand in yours, we stood within our dream.
Though now, my face is missing family,
you know I’m still beside you, on your team.
I’ll listen for your voice, so never fear
to speak your heart. I’ll hear, you talk it through.
Let sadness leave your life, don’t keep it near.
...and let our loving Jesus comfort you.
So know I’m always with you ‘til the day
you fly on angel wings...join us to stay.
Janet Vick
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