Janet Mary Zylstra

Rookie - 316 Points (1963 / London, England)

Janet Mary Zylstra Poems

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

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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Night Song

There's a nightingale singing from a tree in the woods
And his voice slices through the chilly air;
The silver coated fox stops and listens to the song
As she pokes her pretty nose out of her lair.

Heaven is adorned with a thousand snowflake stars;
Not a cloud mars the deep and limpid sky.
The silver coated fox slips away on silent paws
And the shadow of the moon is in her eye.

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