Janet Mary Zylstra Poems

Thank the Lord for the little things of life
When you cuddle up in bed;
For the places you've been and the things that you've seen
And the thoughts inside your head.
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You are everywhere.
Glowing in the rays of the sun of a brand new day;
Sparkling in the dew on the grass and fresh mown hay.
You are everywhere.
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There is so little time to spare
In a world that whizzes round
At the speed of light, the giddy light
Blinding the eyes and mind.
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When will time erode my pain
And give me peace to live again
Without the sense of gradual death
That hampers each lung-breaking breath?
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White fanged wolves
Echo arctic winds
Across the shifting white
Of dreamless, dawnless nights;
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Little drops of water,
Little drops of rain,
Freshen up the wayside flowers
And makes them breath again.
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Stars
hang from the heavens.
Cosmic fruit
waiting to be plucked.
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He came from the west
Ebony wings gliding
Upon the Surazon.
A silhouette at noon
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There is a pain that sucks the life blood
Out of my very veins
And drags my strangled spirit
From my heart's bombed out remains.
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Puppies prance across my life,
My art, furniture, clothes and shoes
Then wriggle, paws in air,
Wondering what else there is to do.
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