Janet's Poetry about Life
Here is some poetry I have written.
I don't always know where the words come from....
sometimes they just arrive.

Christmas Present 2000 If the world was a deep ocean, and in it you had to swim. I would be your life buoy, placing a smile upon your chin. I would hold back strong tides, put stars in your sky. Make warm friendly breezes, to sing you lullabies. But most of all my friend, I would bring to you. Inner peace and serenity, to live your whole life through. Janet M. Davies.

Schwalm

Sharing Pain For Our Freedom
If the rivers are that deep,
and the mountains are that high,
nothing will really matter,
if you are by my side.

We will swim that river,
climb that mountain high.
We will face the elements,
maybe tears in our eyes.

But if we go together,
and explore the valleys too,
if there be pain,
we can share that too.

As long as we are together,
holding hearts along the way,
tomorrow will be,
just as today.

Cause today I have a smile,
contentment shows in me.
If life is always this good,
time will have been free.

Free cause we shared the pain,
wiped the others tear.
Free cause our hearts held us,
together and near.
Janet M. Davies

Stumpwork

If I Fell From A Tree If I fell out of a tree, would you be there to catch me. Would you look into my eyes, would you catch my loving vibes. Would you reach down to my mouth, and press against without a doubt. Or would you gently put me down, leaving me there with a frown. And once again I would sigh, and carry on with what’s hard to hide. Janet M. Davies

For My Children's, Children
What hope would be left,
if children didn't exist.

Who would take charge of tomorrow......
if they weren't here today.

Who would bother to dream,
for who would see our dreams.....

We can pass on what little we know,
and the skills we have.

Think of what is said and done today,
for that is tomorrow.

Hopefully I possess some of my yesterday family,
so you can see them through me.
Because along my path I've met some wonderful people.
Some you will never meet.
But hopefully there are some of them in me for you,
to learn from and enjoy.

So when I'm gone don't be sad.
Because every generation is passed onto,
through the next.

Yesterday is always around you.
if not in my art work and writing,
then in my spirit I will leave to revel in your triumphs,
and to be there in your sorrow.

So if you understand what I've written,
you will know I'm not the only one,
who has put these thoughts here.

I'll finish this now,
I could be writing here forever......

My writing may not carry on forever,
but I hope some of me will carry on,
in you and yours.
Janet M. Davies

Yesterdays Freedom The freedom of running free. The freedom of the Celt. The freedom of me. When you wonder of this muse, It is the Celt that made it confused. Freedom it allowed, but society it created. Freedom with constraints, is what they gave us. Janet M. Davies

Painted fabric with stitching

Shine Forever
And if you can not see beyond the pain,
and your soul is not the same.

If you wonder what is to be,
come sit a while,
be with me.

Come sit and let me take the strain,
let me show you how to start again.

I want to be there to show the way,
lift you up for another day.

Let us always be together,
let the light shine forever.

I cannot stand the sight,
of you my love in peril and flight.

That you are not as you want to be,
and time is not what it should be.

So if you ever lower your head,
let me rise it up to share.

Let me lift your soul up high,
bring inner peace and love undenied.
Janet M. Davies

Contemporary Raised Elizabethan

Somewhere Out In Time (To Con, from Susanna ) They found each other on a trail, a path to something new. But wild things don't do well in gardens, their desire could not show through. So next time you see a tear, and a spur upon steed's side, know that one does belong to me, and one from a friend in time. And if by chance his reflection, mirrors in this eye. It's too late for him to wipe that tear, another I keep in mind. So mount your steed and ride away, and somewhere out in time. Find another mirror, and the passion that was mine. Janet M. Davies The poetry above is from watching the Western movie "The Quick or the Dead".  Starring Sam Elliot (Con Vallian) and Kate Capshaw (Susanna).

For Con Vallian
( from Susanna to Con )

And when you see me standing there,
don’t think of me as dumb.
Something just walked in,
and I feel a little numb.

I will try not to wither,
or faint at your feet.
But what do you really expect,
when you look such a treat.

And when I regain my composure,
will you laugh and walk away.
Or will you talk awhile,
and we both enjoy the day.
Janet M. Davies

Appliqué padded with various embroidery stitches

To Penetrate I can not help but prejudice of others, as you are not as them. How can words of others matter, when yours penetrate, not just touch. Is sleep necessary, when thought of surrender freshens. Should I take food for my being, when your eyes I feed of, your body I drink. Is total surrender to drown or survive. Janet M. Davies

Floating
I would be a cloud,
floating into your world....
I would carry hail,
on arrival there would be ice melting kisses to deliver.....

Whenever I look to a cloudy sky,
I will think of this now....
Never will I see a gloomy day again.
Janet M. Davies

My Rock A rugged rock I see there, the face is weathered, I do not fear. The eyes are deep, but a sparkle comes forth. An upper lip.... brushed of course. A torso chiselled with strain, hair on all, a powerful main. A tenderness I see from inside, a tingled touch when love abides. This is all I see right there, standing here in my air. Janet M. Davies

Stumpwork

I Hope you Know
If my heart was for all to see,
they would see my love for thee.
How it always shines through,
with all this love and lust for you.
Janet M. Davies

The Abiding Chin A gentle touch from a muscular hand, reaching round with warmth so grand. Pleasure felt from within, a rugged chin with measured grin. Softness which lights the life, spirit there in the night. Gentle and soft are often mixed, with rugged and power, to move one quick. So many things are felt inside, everything that love abides. Janet M. Davies

Casalguidi

Adding To My Being
The days have turned into nights,
you have come in my sight.

Showing what you can do for me,
adding something to my being.

I watch then while you sleep,
knowing that my love you keep.

Hoping that you will wake,
then again I will take.

Take you to a upper place,
and bring your soul for me to take.

Entwined is our minds and soul,
showing each other,
what they want to hold.

Knowing it will always be,
two souls as one for eternity.
Janet M. Davies

Wanting You Is A Common Thing
Your presence brings to me,
such uplifting sensuality.

You are the thing that brings forth,
love and passion, into my thoughts.

Wanting you is a common thing,
inside of me a stirring rings.

Others only guess at what I see,
never knowing what is to be.

Cause when they are not around,
you bring me down to earth’s ground.

But lifting me up at the same time,
bringing pleasure to this body of mine.

So carry on with what you do,
cause I could not be without you.
Janet M. Davies


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