Biography of Janice Walkden
I live in Lancashire in England and I work with my husband in the photographic industry. I write poetry (obviously) but I am also trained in holistic therapies and healing. All of my poems are under copyright. Please get in touch with me if you are planning to reproduce them elsewhere. Generally I don't mind so much (as long as there is no commercial gain involved) , but I should be approached first.
Its good to talk
or so they say
Fine to wish another
good luck or good day
What I object to
is the useless spam
and emails that are
nothing but a scam
So if you are going
to write and say ‘hi’
that’s fine - its okay -
I’ll try to reply
But please be aware
and don’t be shocked
If you contact me with a scam in mind
you will be blocked! !
I don't mind receiving messages from others here, so as long as they are not spams or scams or inappropriate in any way. Anything received of such a nature will be ignored, deleted or reported. I hope that is clear :)
Janice Walkden Poems
We work together We work as one Though there may be times When we don't 'get on'
God Is Love
God is love So simple but true God shows his love for me and for you
Do You Believe In Fairies?
Do you believe in fairies? Could fairies really exist? Do they live in flowers & gardens? Do they play in the morning mists?
Have You Read The Bible?
Have you read the bible from beginning to end I was asked this once by a religious ‘friend’
Sometimes its hard to understand why Someone so young should have to die
Letter To Heaven - Dear Nana
Dear Nana We knew the time was coming that you had to go away
Thank you for the sunshine Thank you for the rain Thank you for the laughter Thank you for the pain
I do believe we will see our pets after their last visit to the vets For they have souls and have love to give
What of death - there’s nothing to fear when the lamp goes out, it will all become clear Death is a doorway - an interdimensional gate where our souls enter a different state
Wishing you happy birthday May the day not pass you by Enjoy each and every moment Because time really does fly
Be Blessed little Molly Keep safe little one Your wonderful life has just begun
Oh what beauty Oh what grace They join together In a sweet embrace
A Whisper Away
You can whisper my name and I will hear I'm not far away In fact I'm quite near
Don'T Waste Life!
Here I am, walking through time taking these steps, through this life of mine Where am I now, and where will I go Is it all an illusion? - I really don’t know.
Where did the cross go?
Did it fall onto the floor
Into a pit to be seen no more?
Or was it used again and again
To torture and kill
so many men?
Does it stand alone
High on a hill