Janice M Pickett

Rookie (Middlesex England)

Janice M Pickett Poems

161. Can You Tell Me? 4/2/2009
162. Problems Solved 4/2/2009
163. Thankyou For The Music 4/2/2009
164. Simplicity 4/3/2009
165. Progression 4/3/2009
166. The Law Of Attraction 3/30/2009
167. For This I Give Thanks 3/30/2009
168. The Buddha Truth 4/5/2009
169. Apples And Man 4/14/2009
170. Shaddows Of Night 4/14/2009
171. Returning To Finish The Unfinished 4/15/2009
172. April 16th 2009 4/15/2009
173. 17th April 4/16/2009
174. Smiling Through Her Tears 7/16/2007
175. The Value Of A Dollar 7/16/2007
176. Winters Frozen Kisses 7/16/2007
177. Values For Life 7/16/2007
178. The Sins Of The Parents 7/16/2007
179. The Nit Picker 7/16/2007
180. How Do You Say Goodbye 7/16/2007
181. 9th Day Of April 4/8/2009
182. Possession 4/11/2009
183. Misconceptions 4/13/2009
184. Secluded Moments 4/13/2009
185. Life’s Mystery 7/16/2007
186. The Autumn Of His Life 7/16/2007
187. My Priceless Find 10/16/2007
188. Grasp Your Moment 10/16/2007
189. Looking Back 10/16/2007
190. Message In A Bottle 10/16/2007
191. My Coffee Candle Doorstep 10/16/2007
192. My Angel Allen 10/16/2007
193. Not A Moment Too Soon 10/16/2007
194. Suffering Is A Blessing 10/16/2007
195. The Botswana Trek 10/16/2007
196. When Two Hearts Collide 10/16/2007
197. Never For A Moment 10/17/2007
198. I Can Tell You 10/17/2007
199. Poetry 10/17/2007
200. Solitude 10/19/2007
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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