Bed Of My Soul

 

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:34:13 AM 11/3/2009 4:01:54 AM	153

Bed Of My Soul

Bed of my soul
Made from dark rich earth
Where I become whole
A comfortable place to grow
A serenetic glow
A sweet tranquil bouquet
Where I nurture, weed and water
It every single day

Love is my favourite ingredient
I fertilize my bed with care
I water it in deep
Always keep it within reach
So if my soul is drooping
Feeling parched or dry
Liquid love does wonders
When heartily applied

Weeding is a must
Without it my bed gets choked
My soul would become dust
Blown away by a gust
So out goes all the thorns
Along with any aggravating prickles
My soul needs air to be free
A choked soul cannot breathe

If I look after the bed of my soul
Treat it just right
Then I think it just might
Help my soul to grow
Into a beautiful tree of wisdom
Then I can depart seeds from my heart
A guarantee my soul will last
Forever and ever

Janine Daniel

By: Janine Daniel

Author's Comments

Bed of my Soul, not an easy topic to write about.

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:34:13 AM 11/3/2009 4:01:54 AM	153

Author	Email	Web
Janine Daniel	spinnys@hotmail.com	www.spinnys.com

Total Comments: 1

Comments
Shannon Wendler			1/12/2001 7:22:49 AM
mmmmmmm......good stuff I like the last part, If I look after the bed of my soul Treat it just right Then I think it just might Help my soul to grow Into a beautiful tree of wisdom Then I can depart seeds from my heart A guarantee my soul will last Forever and ever Shannon

Bed Of My Soul - Unmade (second try)

 

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Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:36:07 AM 6/12/2007 3:28:51 PM	53

Bed Of My Soul - Unmade (second try)

Bed of my soul
Wrapped up in sheets
Pillows for comfort
Of snow white soft fleece

Remove the top layer
Of padding for sleep
My soul reaches out
For a soul mate to keep

Bed of my soul
Of double bed size
Two beating hearts
Where soul dreams reside

Under my bed
My soul it does hide
Whispering secrets
Too shy to confide

Bed of my soul
Two souls merged as one
A blending of minds
Our dream time begun

Janine Daniel

By: Janine Daniel

Author's Comments

My second attempt with this topic. What do you think?

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	1/12/2001 6:36:07 AM 6/12/2007 3:28:51 PM	53

Author	Email	Web
Janine Daniel	spinnys@hotmail.com	www.spinnys.com

Total Comments: 2

Comments
Shannon Wendler			1/12/2001 7:20:41 AM
You have such a creative mind Janine! Nice little twist here with this topic! Shannon
Daniel A. Stafford	aqmstaffo@mailbag.com		1/12/2001 12:41:38 PM
I like the metaphor here, too. It's a sweet poem and a unique perspective.

Bauchan the Leprechaun

 

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Janine Daniel	3/31/2006 3:50:15 AM 4/4/2008 2:48:50 PM	52

Bauchan the Leprechaun

My name is Bauchan
I'm a friendly old chap
I'm a wee Leprechaun man
and I love to laugh
while dancing a jig
and changing my face
I can look like a pig
or a long necked giraffe
when you least expect it
I can make you laugh
when you're quiet or serious
or just taking a bath
if you feel a bubble
well right up inside
and out bursts a guffaw
to tickle your sides
that's me..... old Bauchan
who did that to you
I can tickle your funny bone
or turn your ears blue
I can make you laugh loud
'til you can't laugh no more
or laugh rivers of tears
and roll on the floor
yes.... I love to laugh
and I'm a friendly old chap
now I'll stand on my head
while you give me a clap


By: Janine Daniel

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	3/31/2006 3:50:15 AM 4/4/2008 2:48:50 PM	52

Author	Email	Web
Janine Daniel	janine@spinnys.com	www.spinnys.com

Total Comments: 5

Comments
hrdina90			4/7/2006 4:37:09 AM
Oh how cute this is Janine, you have a wonderful knack of tickling the funny bone, I bow down to you and thank you for the laughter you bring. (bowing) Lori
Janine Daniel	janine@spinnys.com	www.spinnys.com	4/7/2006 4:39:12 AM
This poem won the Spring Poetry Contest 1st place award at Poetry Club Literary Angels, March 2006
hrdina90			4/7/2006 4:40:47 AM
Way to go Janine, you so deserve this award with all your talent, I never doubted that it would go to you. Lori.
dhicks			4/7/2006 4:41:45 AM
Congrats Janine, this is simply an awesome write!! Very deserving !!! Dennis
MidnightRose			4/7/2006 4:42:38 AM
That is our Aussie Lady!!!! What a fine writer CONGRATS!

The Story Of How Spinny Got Her Name...

** Read the comments, this is how I found out why Janine was called "Spinny". ** 

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Daniel A. Stafford	7/7/2000 1:23:06 AM 9/17/2020 11:49:10 PM	757

Poets' Ache Review

I often wonder where this deep melancholy or strenuous joy I feel resides.
Where does this come from, this deep sense of soaking up the moment 
Before it's gone away, once again too soon? To see romance in the 
Light of the moon, or beauty stark and crystal clear in a fleeting moment
I can never truly share the experience of nor capture as well as I might wish?
No matter how I strive to capture this jewel of pure feeling that sweeps over me
With the power of an ocean tide.

I see magic moments at every turn, longing to run them through over and over 
To wring from them every sense of perception they might yield and then 
Take the world by the lapels with words and stare into their eyes asking,
"Did you see how grand and glorious that was?"

In the deep times of the night, I settle for the precious few moments
I can enliven for our tomorrows and glance up at the moon and stars in
Wide-eyed wonder at their incredible glowing show. And wonder,
"Why am I allowed to see the glory if I cannot pass every drop on?"

I shall be forced to content myself with sending forward the brief glimpses 
I am allowed to salvage in these meager few words.

And so I choose the grandest I can find and hope it is enough.

Because I miss you so much.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/07/2000

Author's Comments

Just something I think is present in most any poet. I can only describe it like this, but I think most of us see an inner beauty in moments in life, snapshots in time, if you will. And try very hard to convey that forward to enrich the emotional content of the lives around us and after us. To leave a little peek of something grander behind.

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Daniel A. Stafford	7/7/2000 1:23:06 AM 9/17/2020 11:49:10 PM	757

Author	Email	Web
Daniel A. Stafford	aqmstaffo@mailbag.com	www.mailbag.com/users/aqmstaffo/index.html

Total Comments: 2

Comments
Janine Daniel	spinnys@hotmail.com	www.spinnys.com	7/7/2000 4:16:55 PM
I know exactly what you mean. I see something that I think is absolutely amazing and want to talk about it with everyone so they can share my experience. If no-one was with me I try and show them with my words. It's like when I draw a picture too. What I'm doing then is telling a story with my picture instead of the other way around. Sometimes I get so carried away with telling the story that I make people's head's spin! That's why I got called Spinny...:o)
Daniel A. Stafford	aqmstaffo@mailbag.com	www.whizzyrds.com	11/19/2012 10:13:40 PM
Janine, I'm looking at your comment 13 years later, wondering if you'll ever read this reply, and thinking two things: 1. I love the story of how you got your lovely nickname "Spinny." 2. I had already known you for four years when I wrote this, and now it's 12 years later, and OMG, that's like, FOREVER in internet time. It just goes to show what a wonderful and lovely friend you are. To this day, I miss your poetic voice, and if you ever take a break from singing, please, please, please write some poetry again my dear friend.

 

Baby's Breath incl.photo of baby Indeya

 

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Janine Daniel	9/21/2000 4:13:03 PM 10/5/2009 4:17:31 PM	217

Baby's Breath incl.photo of baby Indeya

Last week I held an angel,
Her mother placed her in my arms,
Her name was Indeya Lotus,
And I beheld her magic charms.

She gazed up at me intently,
I saw a brightness in her eyes,
Her tiny hand reached out for mine,
Grasped my finger then she smiled.

I touched her cheek so softly,
Loved the smoothness of her skin,
I held her close and cuddled her,
Felt my love surge from within.

To hear her gurgling laughter,
Was a really special treat,
I loved the smell of her baby's breath,
It was wonderfully fresh and sweet.

My beautiful baby grand daughter,
To my chest I held her near,
I'm very happy to meet you Indeya,
I whispered softly in her ear.

*Photo no longer available*

By: Janine Daniel

Author's Comments

Last week my daughter Trudie came here for a quick holiday
and I got to meet my grand daughter for the first time. She
is 7 months old and a little darling. In this poem I tried
to express the wonder of meeting her for the first time and
holding her in my arms.

Author	Date Entered/Modified	Views
Janine Daniel	9/21/2000 4:13:03 PM 10/5/2009 4:17:31 PM	217

Author	Email	Web
Janine Daniel	janine@spinnys.com	www.spinnys.com

Total Comments: 17

Comments
Claud	klugecc@jps.net		9/21/2000 6:50:31 PM
Congrads on your new Grandchild. Your expression of love is very touching indeed. Give her big G'day from me.
Daniel A. Stafford	aqmstaffo@mailbag.com		9/22/2000 4:08:17 AM
Janine, This poem is so lovely! Your joy in your granddaughter shows through sweet and clear, and it has that natural, smooth flow to it that the best poems always do, because there is that something "right" with them. I hope Indeya reads this later in life and realizes she was welcomed into this world with open arms by her grandmother, a magical lady. Congratulations!
Trudie	nirvana60@go.com		9/24/2000 6:12:59 AM
What a wonderful tribute to your feelings. I thought it was a beautiful ode to your meeting. Yet another brilliant work. Congrats!...
MellyMoo			10/4/2000 4:04:41 AM
I also had the pleasure of meeting your Grand- daughter and I must sau that you have captured the exact emotion one feels when meeting a new addition to a family.... I too also hope that Indeya is able to read this when she fgets older and know that she is very muched loved... Well done Spinny and keep it up.... :o)
Shannon Wendler	shannon7112@earthlink.net		10/5/2000 8:35:47 PM
Awwww this is a wonderful tribute and very touching indeed. I like the title on this Janine. Good work!
Jillian Stone	jillian2486@hotmail.com		10/5/2000 8:39:30 PM
Lovely poem.........wonderful title with so much meaning.
Maxine Transue	cuddles356@hotmail.com		10/5/2000 8:43:04 PM
Very sweet and wonderful...Maxine
Philip G Bell	philip@bell-redbourn.freeserve.co.uk		10/5/2000 8:45:44 PM
This is beautiful - nuff said!
Andrea Neumann			10/7/2000 8:54:36 AM
The reading of this poem takes me back, to when my 2 daughters were born and the feeling I got when I held them for the first time.
John Stewart	jrs_66048@yahoo.com		10/7/2000 10:23:01 AM
A very pretty poem. Filled with meaning from within. John
foole			10/7/2000 10:57:59 AM
Adorable, Spinny! Geez, better not show her to Casey, or else he'll be bugging me to take a trip south - WAY south!!
Shiela			10/7/2000 11:00:11 AM
That's beautiful Spinny........ Both that beautiful baby and the poem.
Brian and Dee			10/7/2000 11:02:54 AM
Awesome!!!..
poeticpiers			11/22/2005 6:38:58 AM
I too am enchanted by babies Janine no greater pleasure exists for me than to hold a baby. Ivor
Alaura dus			11/22/2005 6:40:49 AM
awww... how sweeet :) My girls aren't quite to the age that they would make me a grandmother... but it's not too far away. I look forward to the experience, and having a baby to hold again. Enjoyed your poem, Janine :) ~Alaura
solante aretino			11/24/2005 2:19:36 AM
This is so nice. I am always afraid I am going to drop them or something. sola
MrLeslie			11/24/2005 2:21:10 AM
Awww lady Janine, this beaut of a poem touched my tough old heart and even my soul. A treasure. Beautiful writng lady artist! A gift. Well done again! MrLeslie.