Janice M Pickett
Born in England but raised in Africa, I finally settled in Australia in 1990. Poetry has been very much a part of my life since a child. I grew up in a Show Biz family writing music and Lyrics and many non-fiction books.My first poem at age 8 won me an award and I was published in a local Paper as a result. Since then I have spent my life working in the Film and television Industry as a writer/Actor/producer/Director.
I am a philosopher and a spiritual person who believe in Thought energy controling our lives.
I have a number of published books out there which include some poetry volumes, plus some movie scripts waiting to be produced. more »
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Janice M Pickett Poems
Thunder, followed by the harsh adrenalin rush As lightening illuminates the unsuspecting fragments of shattered nerves. The spinning feeling which sets the unbalanced pivot
I Am Woman
Tracing all those tears that have flowed has taken years of searching and mind analysis The times my father hit my mother The times Mum just didn’t come home
The fairy at the bottom of my Garden
There's a fairy at the bottom of my garden she flits in and out of my flowers I can sit on the step here and watch her
A Terrible Pain (for the sad Mother)
Your Pain is really showing I have felt it in my heart I have something good to tell you although we're worlds apart
Not all pain is bad like birth pains when having my children that pain was good Not all tears are sad
50 Ways to get rid of a jerk
1...Well the most obviously one is to poison him. But then you would end up in jail and that would take away the freedom you so wanted
A Silvery Moon
Silvery Moon Shining bright this perfect night from your throne way up high
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the ...
Love is a moment in time its future unseen its pleasure for the present Love grows only when
A special day
When life is treating us with energies which are creating distress
Sweet breath of an angel In perfect harmony and peace As you glory in his presence your rapture does increase
A Faded Photograph
”OK Push now” she commanded I obeyed. Sweat pouring from my brow the crying had a ricochet effect
Making life Count
When all around you is filled with negative energy and temptations fill the air Stay strong in your belief
The inter-connectedness of life on Earth
Quantum leaps of mammoth proportion Vibrating the energy of a world once dying from a breakdown in energy
In the Rearview Mirror
Leaving behind a shadowed horizon Dust scattered weeping willows And oceans of unfulfilled dreams I look ahead
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Thunder, followed by the harsh adrenalin rush
As lightening illuminates the unsuspecting
fragments of shattered nerves.
The spinning feeling which sets the unbalanced pivot
crashing against a pounding brain.
Which was is up?
Which way is any way at all?
Nobody understands how the pain rips
Right into the innermost corners of a false reality
Touched by fear,
Set alike by a cruel twist of fate
Beaten by the never ending knowledge
That it will happen, over and over again
Craving a peace that never comes
An gentle breeze to caress an aching ...