Judy Arline Puckett
Biography of Judy Arline Puckett
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
Judy Arline Puckett's Works:
I currently have a online websites and published poetry online.
Judy Arline Puckett Poems
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.
Can You Love A Imperfect Woman?
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.
Prayer For Peace
Foreign winds blow across the sea, Whispering bring peace to me, The ocean brings sweet emotion, that asks the storms to calm.
One More Star
You can't always find love wishing on the stars,
The Poet Weeps
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,
She came as a child, That smiled, With dreams of making this world a better place, You could see in her eyes,
Planted By The Afghanistan Woman's Gentl...
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,
With The Heart, Of Santa Claus
I do not want to imagine A world without Santa Claus, He seems to bring The spirit of Christmas
Nature’s Christmas Tree
I saw the most beautiful Christmas tree, Adorned with a star, For the world to see, Standing proudly in the night,
Jesus The Nazarene
The child of Joseph and Mary, born a Nazarene, Held in his mother's arms, Held by His Father's dreams,
On The Christmas Tree
She flew over the fallen snow, Looking for the lonely soul, Maybe it was for me, I don't know.
Mary's Joys And Sorrows
She couldn't see, what tomorrow would bring, There was no sorrow, in her dream.
God's Christmas Tree
The traveler told me, That He had walked far. And He knew, He had not much father to go,
Christmas is a wonderful time, Bringing hearts together, Like yours and mine. Sending a star,
On The Christmas Tree
She flew over the fallen snow,
Looking for the lonely soul,
Maybe it was for me,
I don't know.
I saw her light,
one cold Christmas night,
She flew over the forest,
With tears in her eyes,