The Eagles Eye
Look way up high,
I mean high in the sky.
High in the sky in the Eagles eye,
There's a girl on a kite learning to fly.
The Eagles swoops down then passes real slow,
He spies the girl with her face all aglow.
He gives a flick of his wings and dives out of site,
Leaving the strange bird to it's precarious plight.
The girl pulls in to gain some speed,
Only a thermal can fufill her need.
Her senses are tingling as she turns to the right,
She gets a glimpse of the eagle circling up out of sight.
Thrilled by the chance to soar that day,
The girl on the kite follows the eagles way,
As she turns and turns she slowly rises,
Nice smooth lift no suprises.
The Eagle is now way up above,
But still in common they have a love.
The currents of air they ride way up high.
So both may feel at one with the sky.
by
Jane Katy Hunt(c)
Feelings
As the Greens turn to Orange, So My feelings turn from Spring to Summer. As the Orange and Brown drift slowly to crisp pure White, So My feelings turn from Spring to Summer. As the white melts away revealing new buds of Green, So My feelings are revealed to me. As the small buds burst forth in an exciting array of Colour, I realize how much in love I am. by Jane Katy Hunt(c)
Colours
Where Should I begin? When I talk of colours of the skin. Should it be with the colour of a flower? Or with Gods almighty power. Oh such tears I've wept, As I've travelled down roads unkept, The roads of giving and sharing, The roads of loving and caring. Is it not Gods wish we should all feel the same? Or is he just a concept by which we measure our pain? If we are given the chance to start anew, I hope it doesn't matter if you're Red, White or Blue by Jane Katy Hunt(c)
ANXIETY
I reel up from the armchair.
Not knowing where I am, or where I am going.
Lights, oh so many shining lights.
Far away in the distance I hear a name.
Whose name, I wonder, Mine?
The walls start to close in around me.
stifling me.
The ground sways under my feet.
Thoughts rush through my mind.
I must move forward.
Panic strikes!
Faces!
Voices!
"I'll be alright leave me," I say.
Finally my feet come unglued from the floor.
I find what I've been searching for all these endless hours.
THE DOOR.
by
Jane Katy Hunt(c)
An Ode for the Twin Trade Towers.
Two symbols of great financial power.
They mushroomed under a big dust cloud.
Which tragically turned into New York's biggest shroud.
The Twin Towers destroyed for vengeance and rage.
Slamming us right into, The Terrorism Age.
That very same day later on,
More death and destruction at the pentagon.
Not yet finished and not yet through,
The invisible killers had another stolen plane they flew.
This one flew straight into the ground,
Mercifully not killing those all around.
The feelings of Fear, Pain, anguish, and grief,
Would quickly be followed by sad disbelief.
The stolen jets loaded with passengers and crew,
Were used by hijackers as weapons "out of the blue".
I don't understand it, I don't know why.
It makes me so angry I shout and cry.
All of the death destruction anguish and pain.
We must learn from this tragedy so it never happens again.
Nov12 2002
Jane Katy Hunt (c)
The Addiction
You know it can kill.
Like Ivy it weaves through your will.
It comes to mind as a fleeting thought,
even then you don't realize you're caught.
Time goes on and years go past.
After a decade you begin to ask,
Why does my body feel so bad?
So many thoughts am I going mad?
It doesn't matter you just go on.
It's and addiction you know it is wrong.
You know you should stop forwarding your death,
But you won't quit, even with your last breath.
You know it can kill.
Like Ivy it weaves through your will.
It appears sometimes as a fleeting thought.
Even in death you won't admit you were caught.
Jane Katy Hunt
Copyright ©2004 Jane Katy Hunt
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