Emotives: Volume 2

By Janelle Barker

Once again, a poet and true Australian talent provide a collection of expression and emotions for all to enjoy for futures to come... 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 of our world of circumstantial events that have created our culture and our fears...

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Oct 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9783748762010

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Janelle Barker

Emotives

Volume 2

Janelle has found her passion for writing a variety of genres such as poetry, thrillers, non - fiction and fiction... with other poetry collective books such as SOUNDS OF THE WORLD 1 & 2 ENCOUNTERS WITH THE UNKNOWN - True ghost stories NO ONE IS SAFE AT NIGHT - Fiction Thriller Janelle's work is relatable on any readers level...

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EMOTIVES

A publishing surprise

Hubby roaming through the net

Found an ad of Indie Authors

Look into it, it may be big

It may have supporters.

Made an enquiry via email,

Didn’t expect a response,

I got one, little did I know

It was the begging of my fairy-tale.

I said to the man,

I write poetry, does that matter?

No, send it through,

I’ll have a quick scatter.

To my surprise, they liked my work,

I had no confidence,

I felt like a jerk.

Is this real? Strangers liking

What I write,

I was sent a contract,

To my delight.

This can’t be real, I thought

When I read the contract,

I was bought.

Months went by,

Still not feeling real,

I signed the contract,

And made a deal.

Seeing my book for the

Very 1st time,

There are no words,

That will rhythm,

What an achievement

In my life,

can’t wait till, the New Year’s journey

I hope I thrive.

2nd book is ready to go,

All this, from that one little

Enquiry so long ago.

Don’t be

Don’t be second choice

Be first,

If you’re not,

it will be the worst.

Know your worth,

While here, on this earth.

Kissing many toads.

Before the prince

That’s enough

To make you wince.

Don’t be last choice

Make it known

And you will rejoice.

Stand up proud

And be loud.

Never settle,

For what you think is good,

Settle for great,

Going into womanhood.

Take nothing less

Along the way,

You will have success.

Don’t be fake to impress,

Be yourself and express.

Some will hate you,

Some will like you,

Some will love you,

Through and through.

This is known

To be true.

The one

Do you believe?

Can you conceive?

Breakup after, break up

Boyfriend after boyfriend

Had enough, need to blend.

Accepting my fate

I’m sure, you can relate

Time on my own, to evaluate.

Loving life

Getting into strife,

A new face came my way,

At that moment

I did pray.

Please be the one,

Not just anyone.

As time went on

Happiness grew,

Soon enough

We became two.

A version of me

So happy was he.

Together we both

Felt so free.

I believe, I conceive

Soul mates are true

There out there

For me and for you.

Should I stay

Should I stay

Or should I go?

So nice you are

Is it for show?

Where's your head?

I feel mislead.

Should I stay

Or should I go?

Don’t expect me to know.

Emotions, up and down

I run after you

Like a clown.

Should I stay

Or should I go?

Going I decide

Now I'm satisfied.

Our loveable kangaroo

We love our Kanga's

We call them skip

They bounce up high

From their hip.

We love our food,

Flowers, leaves, grass

Don’t feed me meat,

I’ll have to pass.

We are everywhere

In the country,

Forests, woodlands, grassy plains,

We go in hiding when it rains.

Our babies, are called Joey's

We live to 10 years old

Sometimes we are

Uncontrolled.

We jump very high

That's no lie.

A group of us is called a mob

We hop and hop

We do not bob.

Love us or hate us

We do not make fuss

We love our land

We live on it

Unplanned…

The 80’s

Living in the 80’s

What a joy,

It was so much fun

I was a tomboy.

Fluro