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Janette Ihnatova Dengo was born in Slovak Republic, Europe in 1973. Coming to Canada in 1986 changed my life entirely. Little did I know this at the time of my adolescent years with the obstacles, challenges and learning a new language, that I would have

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 1 of 305
Sweet Stranger, He lurked quietly with an innocent look I was merely a child as my hand he took Tugging at my hand while smiling a lot I lusted for the sweets and feared him not Truth veiled while he bribed me with candy His conduct and purpose were not very handy My tender age of four so innocent and free Angel face, heart ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 1 of 281
The Beast, Beyond each our walls resides this beast Hungry awaiting his next feast Fiery mouth with deeds unkind Seeking the weak souls of his next find His many red eyes are so evil and stark Silently he sits in the pitch dark Lurking to snatch another head Leaving only corpses decaying for dead Merely bones remain within h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn: 1 of 195

Sweet October, Fallen are leaves departing trees Blanket of colour on ground Lovers embrace in gentle breeze Outcome of this so profound Both created of nature's fairness Existence in water and the air Surging into a sacred awareness Smiling of joy in bit of flair Awaken time in endless seasons The solstice of transformation... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 2 of 249

Tree of life, Vision of you is clear even as I close my eyes Your branches reach up high While you stand alone Welcoming always company In any season you are alive and breathing Yet tired of millennia of fruit bearing Your bark is so strong and firm as your shoulders My souls senses invigorate as I feel and taste you Receive... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 7 of 653

Messenger, Walking in the shadows as a ghost Sensing frequently the lives of most Their voices unseen yet incredibly loud Light and dark both equally profound. Hearing them now as I did back then They call and beckon me to come But when? Awake they are shadows from many angles In dreams they appear an army of angels Then a f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I believe...: 1 of 55

I believe... In fairies dancing in the shadows Of our lives flickering fire dance And angels guiding over us daily Each in unique alike human stance I believe in every child that is born Has the pureness with future so free Yet grows up so cynical as a resident Of this globe reflecting you and me Programmed we are I believe ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bugs: 1 of 38

Dragonfly, Like a magician of supreme illusions Crafting great puzzles and delusions As off-springs age and begin to mature Great changes within them they endure Dweller of the elements earthly affair Residing in the realms, water and air Summoning balance beyond even death Its rising spirit accelerates like stealth Wings of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 7 of 200
Bored, Frozen eminence as staring Not a fret or single bearing As I whisper while moored Boy oh boy am I bored? Rainbow colour entices me Though ideas quickly flee While again I stand in chill Amid boredom with a quill Jabbing at it, for it to pierce The mood that can be fierce Dusting boredom at my will Clearing paths for n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 13 of 320

Lust, Craving the taste of the divine Just a sip of red ruby wine to feel it is mine This welcomed feeling And while lusting the whole eternity For a glimpse of reality in this significant identity Labelled as human Forever the mistakes we make And devour the entire cake with care and fashion we bake We are such stylish pigs... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 12 of 267

Remembering, Innocent days of the fields picking red poppies Not knowing the connotation of the stunning bloom Braiding the florets into my pigtails for fancy While spinning in an oversized dress of our room I remember vividly the time of my pure naive age When everyone was taller and ice cream was divine Sugar cubes at my p... More..