Friends are like mirrors,
they show us a view
of ourselves that we did not see.
They see us in a light
even on a path that is right,
... that before,
we did not see.

(c) jan leree 2012
 This dad spent a long time,
playing tossing throwing ball with his daughters
on the river's shore ...
 I had to tribute him ... fore sure!

When a father loves
... and leads daughters,
is willing to teach…
The world is changed, forcefully and intentionally ... 
while playing football,
On the beach…

© jan leree 2012
There are some things,
That just cannot be fenced…

©jan leree 2012

What did the Fuscia say,
to it's Landlord?
She is nearly to perfect …
She makes up God’s kingdom …
He commands that we give respect,
He insists that we become like unto
such as she …

© jan leree 2012


‎...almost as if I saw,
saw through your eyes,
eyeing the tulips,
and they spying beauty, too.
smiled the wide smile.
‎ child,
in the garden, beware
down there, a serpent lurks.
And though it mayest bite at your heel
you shall overcome ...

Guest Poet:  (c) Timo Antero Onjukka 2012

This is the precious age,
 that many girls lose their innocense
to spiritual, emotional, physical and sexual abuse.
Love the children.
Love the children.

(c) jan leree 2012
May all the voices in my head cease …
Except for the ones,
That bring sanctuary…
And release.

© jan leree 2012
 My poetry is tucked away…
Just out of reach …
Through this crawl,
Past the knoll …
Near the beach,
... On the banks of the bay.

© jan leree 2012
It has come about in the last three weeks, that I've been introduced to Brene Brown.  It is my hope, that she, me and you ... will all keep our voices ... inspite of the stone throwers ... more people need to hear you, Brene than people who will kick you in the knee.  Your voice is beautiful Brene Brown.  Keep speaking.  Keep writing.  Keep thinking.  Keep your prestine vulnerability keen.  We need you.

Enjoy her recent link:
Sometime, you may need to be a voice for someone who has had their tongue cut out emotionally.  If so, do it with all your ability.

What happens,
When Good Boys …
Become bad? 

What happens …
When it was a pastor’s son,
Who put his hand,
Up your lap …
Things went from bad to worse,
After that …

Rape, even Conception,
In a church yard …
“Oh”, you say…
“These words are hard!”

“You shouldn’t talk like that” …
But who is going to speak,
For the woman or girl …
When Good Boys,
Turn to bad?

You felt warm…
You felt cold.
You felt like a child
You felt old …
You felt loved.
You felt sliced.
You felt torn by the water with ice…
In that moment you lost your voice.
The cloak will speak loud
and people will bow.
You will not be heard.
You will be thrown as a wafer …
You have become,
The terd.

Truth curdles …
Truth, makes the lies hurdle …
Truth, in reveal …purges.
Truth, it’s only purpose …
Is that it sets free
and in that purpose…
Truth heals.

©2012 jan leree



    My name is Jan Leree.  I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and mother . I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy.  I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here.  My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encourage-ment to you.  The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me.  If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so.  Email me at:
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