Judy Arline Puckett

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With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
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Can you love a imperfect woman?
When the truth tears down the dam.
When you see the proof of who I am,
When I'm without disguise.
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Foreign winds blow across the sea,
Whispering bring peace to me,
The ocean brings sweet emotion,
that asks the storms to calm.
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She came as a child,
That smiled,
With dreams of making this world a better place,
You could see in her eyes,
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She has her own way of crying,
Her tears fall in her words,
Sometime she feels them flying,
Like the soulful songs of the birds,
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You can't always find love
wishing on the stars,
...

The time and the date,
Sealed my fate.
YHWH
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The story of trees From the beginning trees have played a important role in life,

from the tree of life, the tree with the forbidden fruit,
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She would swim with the dolphins ,
In the sea,
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I cry like you cry,
I heard him say,
I love like you love,
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Planted by the Afghanistan woman's gentle hand
Almonds and apricots, cedar and cypress, pine and pistachio
Each seed brings a promise,
to a war torn nation,
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If it were in my powers,
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours,
But I don't have magic enough,
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I can give a child a toy,
I can leave a car or a doll,
But somewhere there is a little girl or boy,
That I can't make smile,
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Christmas is a wonderful time,
Bringing hearts together,
Like yours and mine.
Sending a star,
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The traveler told me,
That He had walked far.
And He knew,
He had not much father to go,
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She couldn't see,
what tomorrow would bring,
There was no sorrow,
in her dream.
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She flew over the fallen snow,
Looking for the lonely soul,
Maybe it was for me,
I don't know.
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The child of Joseph and Mary,
born a Nazarene,
Held in his mother's arms,
Held by His Father's dreams,
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I saw the most beautiful Christmas tree,
Adorned with a star,
For the world to see,
Standing proudly in the night,
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I do not want to imagine
A world without Santa Claus,
He seems to bring
The spirit of Christmas
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Judy Arline Puckett Biography

I am currently residing in Monroe, La. Im 59 now. I am the mother of three and the grandmother of five.great grandmother of one. I am currently single. I love creative writing, poetry, digital art, art, photography, jazz, and blues music. I am self taught. I write poetry and lyrics on every topic. War, peace, love, heartache, religion, and abortion, which I oppose. I hope to write meaningful and worthwhile words that will touch hearts and make a difference in life. 'A poet is the voice for those who are without words.' - Judy Arline Puckett)

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The Heart Of A Tree

With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter's cold chill, You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.
Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
Through storms and the wind. Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again, still standing at the end,
The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see,
Like the heart of a tree.
The old Tree's secrets
How many lovers sat together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers
finding a place of peace, and dreams in their sleep.
Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress.
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves
to let them gently fall to earth.
Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst,
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are
Two lovers that were curst.

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