Images: Heart and Soul

By Janice Thompson Paschal

About the book: Part I

Growing up in the sixties with a lighthearted and sometimes taking a hard look at Myself and others. Images and words in verse and unique storytelling. EventsMusicCharacters and Atmosphere all encompass the journey.

Children who were able to be children..Adults who took us by the shoulders And looked into our faces and gave us no way out!!! We learned to think and create games and strategies clueless to what this really brought to our lives ~ just making it up skipping happily into the future. The courage it took to do what we did and become survivors. The Humor yeah its funny Now! Yesterday... No do overs and that is real.

Part II Today we Fall in Real Love!! We are in so Deep. (Who is laughing now?) A Rising spirit is the Survivor in us all I once was lost and now Strengthening Exercise a hard workout to become better at finding ourselves.Whered I put that???

This is not a dress rehearsal.

Sensible Shoes and Stuff Therapeutically written just for you..J~

IN THE WORKS.. Card Collection.
Paschal and Bains
C D featuring Jazi and Company.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 29, 2005
• ISBN: 9781462843060

Janice Thompson Paschal

Janice Thompson-Paschal grew up in Dayton, Ohio. She studied Dance for twelve years. She has been a Choreographer. Performed with The Human Race Theatre company. And has toured with The Renaissance Theatrical/Dance Troupe of Dayton. After touring with Creative Energy she developed her one woman show; performing throughout the country. Her writings have been performed in Como, Italy. Janice is published in The American Anthology and The National Library of Poetry. Janice resides in Atlanta Ga. and pursues Film extra opportunities. With earned parts in Miss Evers Boys, Fled, Glory and Soul Survivor. Janices writing will feed your hungry soul.

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IMAGES

HEART & SOUL

Janice Thompson Pascal

Copyright © 2005 by Janice Thompson Paschal.

Copyright TXU 560461

Book Cover Photography by Tyree Broomfield

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Contents

TO THE READER:

I’M JUST SAYIN’

IMAGES

SUNDAY MORNING

WAS SUMMER EVER LONG ENUF

BEST FRIENDS

DYKGOYNS

BACK 2 SKOOL

60’S CHILD

SHATTERED

MUSIC IN THE HOUSE

ONLY BILLIE

NATE WALKS

THIS TOO SHALL PASS

AND THEN CAME THE BOYS . . .

NEVER MIND

MY TEARS

LOVE HABIT

TREASURED TIMES

DEADLINE . . .

PEACE WALK

VIETNAM

TREASURED TIMES

THE TIME HAD COME (ROBY)

BUT HIS DREAM

LIFE MOVES

MY SPIRITUAL SELF BY NATURE

LET’S GET HIGH

RAIN

ONCE A TREE

THE WONDER OF GOD

THE STILL OF NIGHT

LISTENING

PART II: ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS FALLING

WHEN LOVE CAME

RECALL

SIMPLY PUT

SEASONS

UNTIL

NIGHT MOVES

ENHANCEMENT

FALLING . . .

JUST BECAUSE

IN SO DEEP

COME HOME

JUST A THOUGHT

DECIDING

DON’T BE JEALOUS

I WAS THINKING . . .

A RISING SPIRIT ME TIME

INCH BY INCH

MINDFUL NEGLECT

ME TIME

PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE . . .

NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

SENSIBLE SHOES & STUFF

REALITY CHECK PLEASE . . .

M.Y.O.B.

SENSIBLE SHOES

WE SISTERS

WHEN CHILDREN DON’T . . .

TOMORROW’S DREAM

DARE

KILLER BEES

ENOUGH!

LIVING PROOF

HUNTER

SILL AND DIANA . . .

COMING HOME

TO KISS A MOCKINGBIRD

DIVINE HERITAGE: PASS IT ON

Influence is never casual . . . . I’ve learned so much from so many.

I keep my mind open like an on guard reporter, much of my work

I think of as Food for Thought. I thank you all for your love and

and support . . . For Jasmine, Jacin and Jerion I now know a different

kind of Love. And to Marsha a special Thanks for your Vision and

faith in this project.

TO THE READER:

This book is written from the premise of the Black experience . . .

This sharing of Poetry and Prose began with my introduction to Poetry from

some of the most phenomenal writers in our history. Paul L. Dunbar, The

Renaissance Man Langston Hughes . . . Maya Angelou, Nikki G. Alice Walker

and many more. Influence is Powerful . . . History sacred. Their words bring

the experience of Faith, Hope, Love and Laughter to the light . . . This work

Is my light . . .

I’M JUST SAYIN’

      I will bring you a whole person

       And you will bring me a whole person

       And we will have twice as much love

And Everything . . .

Janice Thompson Paschal

IMAGES

SUNDAY MORNING

When I was little maybe five or so, some of the clearest memories I have was a feeling I got when I was in church, it made me feel very special. So every Sunday without missing a beat there we were. Mom, Dad, brother and me sitting on shiny smooth pews listening to the word of God.

I knew the Ten Commandments by heart and felt very proud that God, pictured in my mind with his long white beard and flowing white robe in trimmings of gold, loved me. I really wanted to be grown-up because there was nothing like grown-up church folks in and on their Sunday best.

Beautiful clothes fancy hats and shiny shoes mingling in warm and close conversation, kind words and spiritual oneness encompassed my anticipation of growing up and becoming part of this phenomenon.

I did my very best to sit still and listen for as long as I could, just like the grown ups did, only it was hard to focus my attention before wandering and wonder took over; I wonder who’s going to get happy today . . . Yes Lord, hallelujah and Amen.

Sitting on the end and next to my mom I missed nothing; my Mom smells so good and looks so pretty especially her legs with her Red fox stockings and high heels on, Boy-oh-Boy, I can hardly wait to grow up.

Although, by now I’ve become fidgety and it’s getting harder to sit still, and the heat of the day made my beautiful Sunday best dress stick to my skin, then my lacy anklets and patent leather shoes began to swing back and forth (on their own of course); when the lady dressed like a nurse with white gloves on winks at me and brings me a fan just like hers. I could tell she thought I was being a good girl so I sat up straighter and began to fan myself ever so slowly—you know, just like the grown-ups did. I knew that after church they’d all congregate on the steps and in the yard and talk about how the Reverend preached a while and drove the message home on this Sunday morning . . .