Emotives: Collective Poems of a life expressed through emotion

By Janelle barker

Disarming, warm and always accessible, Janelle Barker’s poems make ordinary experiences glow.  Everything that suffuses her emotive expression is here: love, compassion, insight, lyrical precision and the clear, simple honesty that reveals how life can turn in a moment.  Musing on undercurrents and connections between family, nat

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shawline Publishing Group
• Release date: Mar 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9780648733546

Janelle barker

Janelle is a mother and wife who loves the closeness of family. Often a private person, Janelle shares moments with people that are close to her. Having moved from city to country life, her passion for poetry came in her 20's yet the desire to truly create her works in a collection came later in her life. She felt shy readers would not hold confidence in what she wrote and not connect to her work until encouraged by showing those close to her; most reacting emotionally to her years of thoughts and words. That was all she needed and was inspired to share her work with the world and for the world of poet lovers to relate.

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EMOTIVES

The collected Poetry of

JANELLE BARKER

EMOTIVES Copyright © 2020 by Janelle Barker. All Rights Reserved.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. 

Cover designed by Shawline Publishing Group 

Illustrations by Craig Childs © 2020

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. 

Printed in Australia 

First Printing: March 2020

Shawline Publishing Group Australia

978-0-6487335-3-9 Paperback

978-0-6487335-4-6 E-book

I dedicate this book to my children; Jamie, Tori, Bodie.

Thanks to Craig, my husband and to Frances, my mother, and Dale my father; to all my family for their wonderful support.

CONTENTS

9/11 Attacks

My Gift

Magic of Nature

Throwing It All Away

Kindness

Holocaust

Love yourself

Malta

Don’t Be Afraid

Aussie Drought

Ned Kelly

Thoughts Are There

For You

Love of a Mother

Strength of a Woman

Oprah Winfrey

Don’t Judge

Dollar to Dollar

Aboriginal Culture

Forgiveness

Embrace You

Love, Laugh, Love

When We Met

Echuca

Living My Life

My First Love (Child)

Grandchild

Son 1

Daughter

Son 2

Father’s Day

Father’s Feelings

Mother’s Day

Green

Anxiety

Winter Blues

Faith

Laughing Kookaburra

Alzheimer’s

Jealousy

Reflections on a Window

Drugs Destroy

Suicide

Life Start to End – part 1

Life Start to End – part 2

Friend

Cousins

Wedding

Soulmate

Seasons

Love Is

You Think I Love You

Countryside

News

Narcissist

Angels

Poems

Family

The Forest

Feel the Country

Getting Fresh

Crossroads

Happy Birthday

The Blues

Soul

Can’t Live without You

The Gamble

I Love You Just the Same

My Friend

Holding On

The First Time

I Still Love You

Young and Beautiful

Life Is Short

In Memory of Me

Funeral

Dreams

To Love Me

Lost in Your Eyes

Anything for You

The Way I Feel

The End

Boys

Your Eyes

Goodbye

Tree Change

A Greed Called Love

Lost Love

Day out

Teardrops

ADHD

Nieces and Nephews

Waterfall

Aussie Slang

Suicide

In-laws

Ghosts

Funeral

Tattoos

Unsure Love

Life Choices

Part A

Part B

Something Ugly I See as Beautiful

To Crave You

Nana

Bullies

Sunset

Dementia

9/11 Attacks

The day began like any other

The sun rose, scattering to work,

Settling into their day, with a smirk.

8.46am thousands of lives would change,

North Twin Tower was hit by a plane,

People thought, NO, that’s insane.

News came to those, yes it was true,

Some knew and others didn’t have a clue.

Terror attacks was announced

Disbelief from civilians on the ground.

9.03am, no, not again

The South Tower was hit, oh Amen.

Survivors running for their lives,

Passing the dead, that, they did dread.

Parts of bodies everywhere,

We had no time, to stop to care.

We had to get out, as fast as we could,

Everyone knew, that was understood.

People jumping from the towers,

Things happened in minutes,

Which seem liked hours.

Flights hijacked, 93,77 and 175

All the passengers, tried their best

To stay alive.

Life that day, was out of control,

When the buildings were demolished

It left, a great big hole.

90 countries, lost loved ones,

Firefighters, military and police,

Are many of the rescue workers

That now rest in peace.

Estimated up to 19,000

In the towers upon attack,

So hard to believe

That this maybe fact.

Years later, people