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the passage of rights
have turned to wrongs
the depth of love
have turned to hate
funny how
everything changes
and stays the same....
the love and the hate
merely transfers
to someone new
janetta
written in 1975
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judge i know i broke the law
i killed my love
in a blind rage of passion
judge i stood and fired the gun
in a blind rage of passion
because he killed my ma
judge he shot her dead
she was beautiful
.....and she was dead
the blood rained down
upon her face like tears
i killed my lover in a blind
rage of passion
i ask no forgiveness
i ask no help
i just want you
to know what
happened
it was just a second
out of a minute
in a blind rage of passion
he thought my ma
took his dad from
his mama
without asking
now i live knowing
i killed my own love
blind rage of passion
by janetta
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i remember
how the earth
forgot to be real
that early October morning
i remember
when it stopped turning
on a false summer
January day
by Janetta (1986)
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all her things she saved
for us are flung out and
flying all about.............
every counter is full and
ever shelf is crammed.
each
has a story to tell
i have found a diary for a
day,
pages telling how she lived
each day
she writes how much
she loves my sister and
i
she cries out how she misses
and loves
my father
she writes of her
love of her grandchildren
that is
what her
tomorrows are all about
i see
what made her
so sad
she writes from her
heart
and my mind breaks
my tears
of gratitude
flow
i am so thankful
she left me her
things
to care for......
i can let her go now...
......and say
...."mama go rest"
by joloujanetta
"never did i know what a comfort
a pillow where she lay her head
would be for me......"
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master in the art
of making love
the love of the lion
and the lamb
there are so many
slaughters
but....there is the lamb
of a thousand years
that refused the cross
and stared with hot
eyes.....
as it was cut to pieces....
it was remembered
oh yes, it was remembered
for all time
by janetta harrington
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i have always hated good byes
maybe you knew that
when you would not
give me one
maybe that is how
you honored our love
or maybe you couldn't
say goodbye
because it was not
over for you
what you didn't know is....
if you can't say goodbye
you cannot say hello again
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she was barely two
she got to stay home
from church
with uncle d.
they played cards
he made her laugh as
she sat on his knee
he said this is a secret
between you and me
grandma would get
mad at us
then on a stormy
winter night he took
her to his bed
and he hurt her
he said this is our
secret grandma
must never know
or she will send
you away
she remembered
those three steps
down to his bedroom
when she was forty
he was in his grave
and the secret was
kept, grandma
never knew.
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tonite i told you that forever
is gone
that i don't want
you no more.....
how i think it is manical
that you cannot see,
or say that anyway,
where you have
done me wrong
you only can tell
me over the phone,
that you don't want
me any more; you
said it first
like i did something bad
by wanting a real home
why not said i, what is
bad about that?
you said why not let us
go just like we are ?
what is wrong about
that?
i am so done with you
you have dragged me
thru the dirt long enough
with you chilling lies
now i have to go thru
a life threating operation
in a week and i thought
you would be waiting
for me.
i am so sorry i have
wasted 20 years of
my life on you.....
if i could hate
i almost could hate
you.
jan
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understanding hearts is what the
world needs to today in its tangle
of broken dreams.
dreams are what life is
made of america
expounds as we
never stop to taste the
sweetness
of the corn that
fills our bellys.
"make a bigger, brighter step
for all mankind." WE WHINE.
yet we never appreciate the ones
we have crushed in our climb.
"we will be the first in every nation", we
exclaim......
forgetting that the first usually dies
earliest in most every game.
by janetta 1982
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are you there?
or more appropriately
am i there at all....
can your careless heart
really set you free?
the chains are broken
the bond is broken
all that remains
is the thin gold
band
worn band.
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