Scireland Poetry

The poetry written by Janeé, is currently being moved from it's prior location, to Blogger. Please be patient, as many more will be posted soon. This place still being worked on. Thank you for your patience.

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Location: Woodsfield, Ohio, United States

You may call me, J.P. It's much easier to remember than for you to pronounce. Although those who actually know me, do know how to. Some I allow to use the hard "J" sound for my first name. I love art in all it's genres. Painting, writing, music & lyrics, Sculpting, and Photography (I love this one), Crafts, Crocheting & sewing. Just creating! I am a Mother of 3 beautiful children who are now grown and on their own. I will soon have 2 sons to add to that count after my marriage to a wonderful man with whom I've been with for 4 years now, and engaged to since September 2014. We don't have a date set yet. And although he doesn't get all into the artsy things I do, he DOES share my taste in music! Sweet huh?! Note: I will be deleting some of the other blogs (OR combining them, if it's possible). soon.

8.19.2006

::Stricken::

Terrors of an isolated source
Hits many in one day
Only then do a billion eyes open of course
Over time a war is underway
This would seem has an effect
To broaden people's minds, and wonder
The one cause to bring a flag erect
Over the land, once united, torn asunder
Series of epidemics fester to grow
Catastrophic, world-wide dismay
All-in-all it just goes to show
Every dog has it's day
Not one voice will know what to say
One nation, numb to the color
Due to numerous accounts, a false alarm
None too late will show an ounce of valor
For we aren't prepared to defend against harm
It isn't easy to run from a life taking disease
Men once strong, dispair over loss and torment
"Give us more to worry and panic over, if you please!"
No protests, only mourning of every moment
A present with undetermined futures null and void
Is the love we all once knew
Forgotten are the laughter of families who once enjoyed
Gathering of such are no longer few
Not many can recall the times
Music now of only grief and sorrow
A recording one dares no rhymes
Gnashing teeth, Weeping on the morrow
Finding you on the pot, taking a shit
With stock market in hand
This is your kingdom, rule it!
Paparazzi headline reads, "I do not understand!"

©'05 J.P.
Written: 11/04

Author's Note: "A time long overdue awaits us! Will we stand and take no more?"
Inspiration: He that frees us from life's tyranny

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