THE UNFELT SILENCE | Janet George

The words that come to my tongue

words that now are still unspoken

and have begun to stung,

They pierce my heart

as I'm unable to say all the things that run through my head.

His voice sooths my tormented soul,

the thoughts of the little looks I stole.

My heart was breaking when he came by

bringing in my eyes new dreams

and singing to my heart a lullaby.

But my unsaid words sting my heart

and a million thoughts run thruogh my head.

Those deep grey eyes,

the ruffled hair,

the blue shirt, clean wihout a speck of dirt.

The slight touch of your fingers

would make even the ugliest of frogs wonderful singers.

The here are the three unsaid words,

that pierce my feelings for the fear of another loss,

But this time

I know I do not want to flip life's coin or give it a toss.

I will with love in my heart and soul

keep the words that come to my tongue,

Words that are still unspoken and will continue to be,

For now that would be my life's goal.

The Night Walker | Janet George

The night is dark

Stars are twinkling,

Light winter breeze onthe face is tingling,

Moonlight is blue on the silver moor,

Trees sway to the breeze,

Rustling leaves talking to eachother

Make the night walker feel the angels guard his company.

With the sound of rustling leaves following him,

He walks the night

With wonder at his own fright,

Though the night walker frets the dark night

Still he walks with the guards of his own fright.

Dawn nears with a slow rate of his own fears,

The first ray of light falls on his eyes

And he, The night walker wakes to walk through the daylight.

That Window | Janet George

The same old dark room

the big window and me looking out at the half hidden moon.

With each day my dieing hope and my withering life,

Friends and family try to bring me back and help me strive.

Your calls stopped one day,

and it had been days since I had left the window hoping you'd come one day.

With the blood dried on my wrists

and the froocing down my pills.

There the ring of the phone

and in months they saw the happiness that now in my eyes shone.

But then the thud of the phone

when you said I'm sorry baby,

And the crying of our baby.

I wished I'd told you the day you left,

But each time I tried you put it in the depths.

Toady she heard the hidden weeps and sobs and out the window a pool of red,

there I lay on sweet death's bed.

The little girl knew nothing 

But still she wept and wept...

While the nanny put her to bed..

Oh! the little girl who's life was now in shreds......the little innocent girl

Night Of Love| Janet George

It was a night of love,

Dark shadows lingered and evolved a strange yet familiar fright

With the moon shining bright int the night sky

Casting shadows in the river near-by.

The air smelled of blooming blossoms and fruit all night long,

A fire burning near the lake,

With you and your mate strolling along.

Hand in hand, arms entangled

Bodies mingled and the wind jingled

Caressing eachother for love was all they could see.

He praised her deep dark eyes,

Her lips and even below her knees.

She trembled with his each touch,

And he loved her more and more

For he simply enjoyed to SEE.... 

ME: The Yearning Nature| Janet george

The ride of the moon is the sky,

With birds flying higher and high.

Tides that gather fishes of the sea

All for me to see,

Oh! what a sight it is.

Shinning armor of the night,

The stars twinkle night after night.

The fire ball in the sky,

Caressing a cold winter and firing up the summer sky.

As I stand to watch there escapes from my lips a deep sigh...

I wish I was the moon, the bird, the sun, the sea,

With the earth nurturing me.

I'd melt and blend with these glories of nature

Created by the God almighty for all to see.

LOVE| Janet George

Love's a song

waiting to be sung,

Love's a bee

by whom not all are stung,

Love's a bird

Waiting to unfold it's wings,

Love's a boat

that never sinks,

Love's a story

with a climax yet to be written,

Love's not an emtion to be smitten.

Love's an incomplete shadow

that is still hollow,

Love's a moonlit night

under which I wish to dance and never fight,

Love's a sea 

as deep as emotions can be.

Love's a song, a bird, the sea,

Love's a Prince's ball,

Love's a puzzle

an opera song.

Love is sweet 

Love is blind

Love's a jewel for you to find.

Painful Ride| Janet George

When each night you hold my hand,

suddenly I feel I'm in the sky,

The earth my servant, the sun my ride

and with every moment a lifetime of ecstacy.

You ride me all night long,

only when you want to replay the song.

My emotions, my respect mean none to you,

only because my parents choose you for me.

I wish this would not be,

you riding me to hurt me, break me and satisfy you.

My cries, my weeping mean none to you,

oh why do you ride to only satisfy you.

Earlier we had love,a home and a family,

but now its bricks and a house seen so shabily.

I pray to the Lord to make things the same,

when you held my hand and my ride the sun became.

I had always felt your love would never subside,

and the family with the sand never flow aside....never flow aside....never flow aside....

FIGHT OF FATE | By Janet George

The force of love
The force of hate
I’ve faced it all and given in to my fate
It was hard to find as my tired mind was bound by time.
I never did know what I would do.
How would I fight
Where would I go.

Seasons passed
I did not last
Time flew by and I wished I too could fly
But my tired mind was bound by time
But I couldn’t fight the force of love
The force of hate.

People left me
I was alone
All I could do was moan
I cried an howled over my deserted fate,
But I didn’t have the energy to fight my fate.
Then I found a friend
and changed my fate.
He taught me not to hate
And how I could rely on my fate,
Because fate my friend is one’s own bate
and it’s in your hand to change your fate..
and it’s no use fighting the force of love the force of hate
for they teach you how to live my mate….

WHY WAS LIFE BEAUTIFUL? | By Janet George

Life was beautiful,
Life was neat
Every moment with him was so sweet.
But now there is no sugar
There is no spice
And I stand here facing all lies
With my heart’s heat burning my own eyes.

I loved him with my heart,
I loved him with my soul
He loved me too but not whole.
He had another in his heart
To know this it pierced my heart.
Why was my life beautiful?
Why was it neat?
When now all I have is the lonely heat,
The lonely heat of my own heartbeat.

All have left
All have gone,
The sun has set
The shine is gone.
Darkness fills me
And I cannot fight,
I don’t have the energy to beat his might.
Again I question my hearts heat,
Why was my life beautiful?
Why was it neat?
When now all I have is the lonely heat,
The lonely heat of my own heartbeat.

I have to fight it,
I have to forget it,
But I’m trapped in my heart’s heat
Heat for the love of a heartless beast.
And again I question my hearts heat,
Why was my life beautiful?
Why was it neat?
When now all I have is the lonely heat,
The lonely heat of my own heartbeat……….

The Dreams Of A Man | By Janet George

Dreams of fun, dreams a ton.
Don’t we all want some fun?
Fun when with friends
Fun when with family
Fun when a man wants to feel manly.

The words are true.
Oh, so true are the dreams of one,
Dreams a ton, to have some fun.
Fun when with friends
Fun when with family,
Fun when a man wants to feel manly.

To a woman this poetry may mean nothing
But a man who hasn’t had everything will better find it soothing,
The fun when with friends
The fun when with family
The fun when a man wants to feel manly...........

LONELY | By Janet George

I sat under the old oak tree Wondering how lonely life could be,
There were birds and even a bee.
But that's not what I could see,
I saw the river flow with such enormous speed
That it splashed water on the scattered seeds.

There was something else that I did see
It was a very handsome black steed,
And even the steed had a partner For it was with it's master.
It was me who was alone
And I sat under the old oak tree.

I thought may be now I'll get noticed
But even the steed did not see,
Me siting alone under the old oak tree.

Then I thought am I ment to be lonely?
And for the people not to see
It was then there came along the master of the handsome black steed
He was finer than the steed,
And for the first time someone swept me off my feet
And I no longer had to sit under the old oak tree.

Pressures Of Life | By Janet George

It’s all so tiring,
Oh so tiring
Oh the so hard pressure.
It pulls at me
It tugs at me
Oh so tiring pressure.

I wish I could run,
I wish I could hide,
From the, oh so tiring pressure.
The pressure of life
Oh pressure of exams,
The pressure, of the painful spasms.

But then, isn’t this life?
So full of tiring pressure
Pressures of all kinds
Pressures of all types
Pressures of all styles
Meant for us to fight.
So lets all fight these oh so tiring pressures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Forever | By Janet George

I have stood on the bank of a lonely river, so long that it seems like forever.
It is this forever that will fill my empty pitcher, the empty pitcher of my life.

The wait for this forever makes me say,
I will stand here forever,
If forever is what it takes,
Because you are my forever
And forever always waits.

The empty pitcher has waited,
Waited for forever to be filled by the love of some hero
And so I say,
I will stand here forever,
On the banks of a lonely river
If forever is what it takes,
Because you are my forever
And forever always waits.

So my forever now that you are here
I want you forever,
Because you are my forever
And we have waited for each other
Forever . . . . . .

The Silent Beast: The Sea | Janet George

It’s the devil
It’s the beast
But yet, some love the feast,
The feast of the silent beast.

For some it’s calm
For some it just knows how harm
But yet, some love it’s charm,
The charm of the silent beast.

For some it’s ruthless
Some it leaves faithless
But yet, the faithful keep their faith,
The faith in the silent beast.