Janet Mary Zylstra

Rookie - 316 Points (1963 / London, England)

Janet Mary Zylstra Poems

1. God's Hug 11/4/2004
2. Rumbullion 1/1/2005
3. Winter In The Park 1/1/2005
4. Sacrifice 12/9/2004
5. The Gates Of God 10/29/2004
6. Nocturnal Uprising 11/29/2004
7. Ruined Monastery 11/29/2004
8. The Gift 11/9/2004
9. Writer's Block 11/15/2004
10. Puppy Training 11/29/2004
11. Falling Asleep 11/9/2004
12. Followers 11/15/2004
13. St Lawrence's Eve 11/15/2004
14. Visitor 11/15/2004
15. Surviving 1/1/2005
16. Puppy Love 11/4/2004
17. The Last Of The Y Brigade 1/1/2005
18. She Prays For Us 10/28/2015
19. Total Love 12/30/2015
20. Feet 12/30/2015
21. The Man From Nazareth 12/31/2015
22. Carpe Diem 11/23/2004
23. Ad Aeternum? 11/23/2004
24. Opening Time 11/15/2004
25. Snow Wolves 1/5/2016
26. Blessing 1/6/2016
27. Night Games 1/6/2016
28. Eucharistic Adoration 10/26/2016
29. Bronze Oak 10/28/2016
30. Santa's Slaves 11/22/2016
31. Derelict 12/11/2016
32. Omnipresence 10/29/2004
33. Yuletide 1/5/2016
34. Seasons 11/4/2004
35. The Little Things 11/4/2004
36. Coastal Storm 1/5/2016
37. Rivers Of Peace 11/29/2004
38. Hawk On The Roof 1/1/2005
39. Cake Baking Day 11/15/2004
40. Traveller's Memories 11/15/2004

Comments about Janet Mary Zylstra

  • Lare Austin (1/1/2005 1:58:00 PM)

    Hi Mary...I've just discovered your latest posted poetry. And thus have found your other poems here on this site as well. I just wanted to say thank you for sharing. Your poetry is very, very good. You have such a gifted way with words. Have you thought of publishing a book of poetry?

    Sincerely,
    Lare Joseph Austin

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Best Poem of Janet Mary Zylstra

Cake Baking Day

Delicious smells come tiptoeing
Around the oven door.
They come creeping through the kitchen,
Up the curtains, 'cross the floor.
They cling to Mother's apron,
Curl up in Mother's hair,
Play tantalizing hide and seek,
Reaching almost everywhere.
Then, when it comes to tea time
And the still-warm cake is sliced,
They linger as the children sigh,
'Oh, thanks Mom! That was nice! '

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Winter In The Park

Between their chilly winter sheets
Of gentle mist and quiet rain,
The naked trees retire to sleep
Until Spring comes again.

And comforting those drowsing roots
With muddy socks wrapped right around,
Felt-soft green and grassy boots
Shield them from the frozen ground

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