Janina Jayme' Profile

5-28-03
We haven't talked in awhile...Since I moved...We knew when to call...Sometimes you felt the need...Often I picked up the phone...Remembering when we pretended to be sisters...Parania your mother took good care of me when my mom worked.. or just because... She still treats me with the same love...I feel the same way about you sister...This time the call is too late...Eleven years of the invader's havic on your body...Still you fought to live...How entwined our very being...My own frailty drove me to ignore the inner voice...It's almost a year...Call Helen, send map...How are you doing? I wasn't there this time to hear your voice...Pray for you...It's always something...You would say...like Gilda..
     We made each other laugh in times of adversity...and not..You wanted to call..You didn't have my number..You knew..I knew..I didn't pick up the phone...Now I will never forgive not saying "Goodby Helen,Kind Heart"... 
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I WISH FOR YOU THAT EACH DAY OPENS WITH A SMILING SUN...
THAT A RAINBOW FOLLOWS EVERY RAIN...
THAT YOUR DAYS ARE FILLED WITH BLUEBIRDS OF HAPPINESS...
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St. Anthony loved the creatures in God's garden of Eden...
Bindi was a precious kitten, seeing is believing...
She was a gentle heart who loved her belly rubbed...
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Hey george ..What do you do for a living with your analytical mind...I asked you before if you were a professor or genius of some kind...With your brains & Haiku I'm sure you could go or have gone far...Not ever a ladder needed with your brains to reach the highest star...What made you decide to figure the stats? For poetry.com needs your skills...Maybe they'll hire you quicker than you think and you can give them a big fat BILL.....

c. 7-11-12 Janina Jayme..... (This is in response to george miehle for Review Analysis for Willaim John's Poetry...)

She lost her husband, her sister, her mother..
Now she lost herself too...
Though any one who really knew her...
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We are one as is the sun...
We are many like a copper penny...
We are different and still the
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Yesterday all her troubles seemed so far away...
They diagnosed her today or yesterday..
It's a mental illness with a long name..
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What will my MANIFESTO be when I die & am no longer me..??
What do I want the world to proclaim?? Millions or my worldwide fame??   
 Mere mortal and pebble in the sand...that's me ...that's who I really am..
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My art, my writings and poetry...
My decorating, sculptures, green thumb set me free... 
My donating  and reviews in my garden of life....
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Heat....there is none that makes me warmer than you...
Cold....there is none that makes me colder and blue...
Pain....there is none that makes me suffer and ache...
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