Janice M Pickett Poems

I want to share a story
about a little child
how from a tender budding rose
she changed to something wild
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Instead of hatred
show some love
Instead of temper
look above
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It had been a bad day
Mother Nature brutal in her attack
She stared silently
watching the rain gush down in torrents
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Free will, can be an amazing gift
for the well informed and wise
On the other hand
It can be treacherous in the minds
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In your womb your baby grows
your bundle there can hear
noises of laughter and singing
ring in your unborn child’s ear
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She sat alone in the corner of the room
The others chatted and enjoyed the party
which was now in full swing.
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In a world of harsh reality
When nothing matters anymore
I find it hard to remember
what dignity was for
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It’s not the way that you say my name
Or the way that I
Play your game
Makes my temperature rise
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Why does man feel such conceit?
Does he not see what he really is?
Can he not tell the difference between
TO BE and BEING?
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Stretched before me are
hundreds of acres unknown
Nothing familiar
Nowhere to hide
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