Janice M Pickett

Rookie (Middlesex England)

Janice M Pickett Poems

1. You'Re Gone! 7/16/2007
2. Storybook Princess 7/16/2007
3. A Lovers Tale 7/16/2007
4. Blow Off 7/16/2007
5. Keeping A Cool Head 10/16/2007
6. Magic 10/16/2007
7. My Sweet 10/16/2007
8. Ode To Motherly Love* 10/18/2007
9. A Second Chance 10/19/2007
10. Her Life 10/19/2007
11. Her Life Part Two 10/19/2007
12. The Trouble With Food 10/19/2007
13. My Favorite Blanket 10/19/2007
14. Daffodils 10/19/2007
15. You'Ll Be Through This Soon 10/19/2007
16. Wisdom Of Fools 10/19/2007
17. Society 10/19/2007
18. Just A Kid Again (For The Kids) 10/19/2007
19. Kitty And I 10/19/2007
20. Tenderness 10/19/2007
21. Under The Jacaranda 10/19/2007
22. The Long Road 10/19/2007
23. Is God Real? (A Debate Between 2 People) 10/19/2007
24. Consequences 10/19/2007
25. What A Lot Of Rubbish 10/19/2007
26. A Top Popper Scorned 10/19/2007
27. Excuses 10/19/2007
28. Through A Child’s Eyes (Jan And Sandra) 10/19/2007
29. Stocking Feet And Shattered Dreams 10/19/2007
30. Clueless 10/19/2007
31. A Poetry Book 10/19/2007
32. A Rhyming Place 10/19/2007
33. What Holds You Together? 10/19/2007
34. Too Much Pain To Mention 3/24/2009
35. Every Day 3/24/2009
36. Never Too Much 3/24/2009
37. There But For... 3/24/2009
38. To Soar 3/24/2009
39. You Would Have To Be Blind 10/19/2007
40. The River Flowing Through My Heart 3/24/2009
Best Poem of Janice M Pickett

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
for fear of another attack
The times I fell and grazed my knee
Tracing all those moments of fear in my life
has taken me back to memories
of darker places
To the darkness that brought with it
the boogie man
The fast rides in the car
that caused us to cling on tightly
ending up with white knuckles
and pins and needles in our hands
The terror of the teenage years
with all the ...

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Storybook Princess

She watched him it's said
from her meadow at fantasy head
his masculine good looks were her thrill
She shivered as she watched him
at work in the field
for he lived way up on the hill

She loved that majestic strong man, it's said
For the tale has been told of their love

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