Emotives: volume 1

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, nature, memory, motherhood and the world of circumstantial events that have created our culture and our fears. the poems in this aspiring collection begin on the surface and then delve us, gracefully effortlessly, to a far more thought-provoking place.

Grounded in experiences and perceptions, with all human mysteries and consolations they resonate with a passionate, sensuous honesty that only a new Indie Author can expressly create

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Oct 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9783748762003

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Janelle Barker

Emotives

volume 1

Janelle is a mother, wife and nana who loves the closeness of family. Often a private person Janelle shares moments with people that are close to her. Having moved from the city to the country, Janelle rediscovered her love for writing.

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EMOTIVES

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 wopage rkers,

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 still dying,

To the families related

This is terrifying.

Exposed toxins from ground zero,

Pregnancy losses, cancers

No one can find answers.

A memorial was made

For all to see,

A reminder of life,

No one would disagree.

Pay your respect, for those we lost,

And say a prayer,

For no extra cost.

This moment in history,

The world will remember,

Let’s come together,

United we stand,

Hand in hand,

Let’s show the world what we can withstand.

My Gift

For you whose hearts been broken by one you thought you knew,

These simple words, so carefully picked,

I dedicate to you.

It seems when you fall in love your worries fade away,

And problems you had yesterday,

Don’t bother you today.

You think the world is at your feet, and good times never end.

A line at home, or in a crowd you’ve always got a friend.

The fight you have from time to time,

Spill tears of rage in pain,

Yet once they’re shed then comes the fun,

Of making up again.

You share your joys and fears of life and lay your feelings bare,

The things you did alone before and twice the fun to share.

But sometimes things just seem to change.

The magic disappears, those sad songs that felt so good before,

Now fill your eyes with tears.

It seems so wrong, that life goes on, when now for you, it’s stopped.

You have nothing left in all the world,

Once you’ve had the lot.

So many times, you ask yourself what turned the good times bad?

Deep down all that matters, is you’ve lost the love you’ve had.

Please don’t be hurt by shattered dreams,

It’s hard but keep your head,

Young hearts can make the sweetest plans

Yet sadly, so misled.

Magic of Nature

The dust of the deserts,

The dry air, the dry heat.

A dust storm approaches,

As we