By Debi Pick Marquette
I Laugh a lot, I Live a lot, with family, I love a lot
I smile now, I had forgot, I worry less, I'm not distraught
Before each grand-babe was a tot, I fell for them and I was caught
Of all the things that I have got, I Iove the love that they have brought
Summer fun with them I trot; we give some thought, then do whatnot
Love/respect is always taught, so we are never overwrought
Kindness should just be an ought, for some it is, for others's not
In times of sorrow, I have sought, to not surrender, not be bought
Sin is ugly and is fraught, a blackened dot on evil’s slot
Our bodies all too soon are shot, while on our way to our last plot
In a place that's very hot, in hell I will not burn or rot
I’d rather be a good mascot, ‘cause Heaven is the Perfect Spot
| Author Notes | I wrote this a while back when in a silly over-monorhyme mood |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I did Grandma's poem and I was asked to do one more To show how much grandpas are loved and I could not ignore All around the world, so many have a different name He's special to his grandkids but the love is all the same One of my grandgirls had called my dad, Grand-Papa Pick It didn't take too long to see that title for him stick When Poppy tells his stories, he has treats and lotsa fun He teases and he tickles, then they soon are on the run For some, their time more precious, maybe is just once a year Time together goes too fast, makes Poppa shed a tear Help in veggie garden with your gramps to grow your own Awesome time together and will keep them off their phone In the country, Ga-ga helps to catch some lightning bugs They hold their arms wide open when you go to give them hugs Bapa teaches many things, but faith is number one Saba feels the same way for the Father and the Son Granddads have such patience as they teach the kids to fish When they help to clean and fix, they think that it's delish There's nothing like sporting events that makes a gumpa shout Proud to see their sportsmanship, it's what it's all about Being a Boppy should be fun, he has a special place He teaches love of music and he gives them lots of praise Paw Paw had a great big heart and loved his sweet grandkids But sadly, left the world too soon and now he sure is missed Whether you are east or west, down south or north above It doesn't really matter, 'cause we know grandfather's love They are loved around the world, so I just have to say I wish all of the grandpas here, a Happy Pappy's Day!
| Author Notes |
Here are some friend's grand-names
Roy Owens- Bapa Jmdg54 (John) -Poppa Nomi- Poppy Paul McFarland-Gramps Grandfather, Poppy, Pop, Grand-dad, Poppa, Pa, Pappy, gumpa, Saba, grumpa, gumba, Baba, Boppy These are from husbands and the grandpas of Margaret, Wendy, Helen, Sally, Monica and Jan And other sources Saba- Hebrew Nonno_ Italian Dedi- Slovakian Talcum- Welsh Baba- Zulu Zander- Yiddish Opa- German Abuelo- Spanish > |
By Debi Pick Marquette
(Me) I need to joke around, and I try to keep it light
(Myself) I'd like to have a say in this, to help us get it right
(I) am a silent partner; only here in case they fight
(Me) She said to check her balance
so I pushed her as a prank
(Myself) You maybe shouldn't have done that
you were working in a bank
(Me) I fell down on my driveway
‘cause the gravel felt like salt
(Myself) If you can't walk more carefully
it is your own asphalt
(Me) For a living I crush cans all day
with cans I'm always messing
(Myself) We maybe should have quit our job
it can be soda~pressing
(Me) I think I know the alphabet
so I'll give it a try
(Myself) Somehow you had one missing
and we just do not know Y
(Me) This is my dear sister Sue, she
is not sweet or is she?
(Myself) That doesn't make a lick of sense;
It sounds a little fishy
'
(Me) I just found out I'm colorblind
I guess that means you too?
(Myself) I never heard of that before
comes right out of the blue
(Me) While I was dusting off my books
they fell; oh what a shame
(Myself) You should have been more careful
you just have your shelf to blame
(Me) You borrowed a few well-known jokes
within your dialogue
Myself) I'll put them back when I am done
my head's been in a fog
(Me) Some are jokes I just made up
I tried not to coerce
(Myself) I guess they really weren't that bad
we could have done much worse
(Me) Besides they are in our own words
It shouldn't be a crime
(Myself) And when it all is said and done
they all were done in rhyme
By Debi Pick Marquette
Let's all go to grandma's house, where we have lots of fun Treasure hunts and lots of games, we’re always on the run Her love is always special and it’s different from the rest Grandma thinks I’m pretty great, but I think she’s the best Let's all go to Grammy's house, her love for us is rare She's so good to all of us and people everywhere She never had a girl before, she always had just boys But Grammy loves us all the same, we're who she most enjoys When we last saw Amoomma’s house, it was a while ago She came to see us here and was amazed at how we grow Our time together always is the best in every way We know for sure that we’ll be back to see her soon one day. Let's all go to Nana's house to have a barbecue All my cousins will be there, and we’ll have quite a crew We all dress up in costumes and we have our own parade When we are done, had lots of fun, she gives us lemonade We will go to Baba's house, a lot more once she moves We can see her anytime, and we know she approves Even when she wasn't close, we still could see her smiles The love she put in messages were sent across the miles Lets all go to meme's house, cause she's such a delight With all her super powers, she can shine her love so bright Sneaks us treats, reads to us and gives an extra hug Then she tells us all about her heartstrings that we tug Grandmas all around the world, they have so much to give No matter your location, her sweet heart is where you live Whether she is Nani, Abuela, or Grandmum You’ll always want to go to where your lovely Grand is from
| Author Notes |
I tried to use the countrys from where there's the most grandmas here
Grandma~USA Abuela-Spain Nana- Australia Canada, Ire Baba-Russia Ammoomma- india Grandmum, Nani are others used around the world |
By Debi Pick Marquette
It started with a Circus Poem that Sally wrote for me
I wrote a couple of my own, but did them differently
Trapezes flying thru the air, fun under the big top
Thought hers were so amazing, but my brain told me to stop
I'm not a free verse kind of girl, not even for part-time
My stages must be centerpage, my words just need to rhyme
I hate to leave the circus, but just had to do my thing
So joined the carnival next door, a carousel I'd bring
The horses are your ups and downs, the joy and also strife
As we go round and round again, the circle of our life
Sometimes to tell a story, little sadness is no crime
As long as it ends happy and of course it has to rhyme
There has to be a bouncy feel, like children on the run
A weekend kind of happiness, get out and have some fun
A line or two between each verse that also brings a smile
And laughter is a plus, when you write Merry~go~Rhyme style
So as I'm on my merry way, I hear bells start to chime
They're part of music in my head, and they all want to rhyme
So mine and Sally's Circus poems are really sister~acts
In case you want to try one too, you now have all the facts
So check her out because hers is the greatest show on Earth
Then next come for a ride, where Merry~go~Rhyme’s got its birth
| Author Notes |
Many people have been asking me if I had started these poems, if they were my baby or where I got the idea or style from. So I decided to answer the question with a Merry~go~Rhyme. (Imagine that!) LOL
The Sally I refer to is Sally Law and she brought her first Circus poem out of storage at the same time for the occasion just as I posted this, Hers is called My Umbrella. And both styles are to show the good, positive, love and joy in the world. The other side you don't have to look for, as it is always there. I have lived enough of that and is why I do this, and why we choose to look for the bright side in almost everything we see or don't see. Art by granddaughter, Kenzie who drew this from a picture that I had copied and sent to her. Unlike her other ones that she does for me which are free hand. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
This prayer is for my grandkids
In my pocket it will stay
Reminder that no one forbids
Or tells me not to pray
Make sure each minute that I get
Shows love and doesn't slack
So I may never soon regret
The message I give back
I know that this is not my job
I'm actually third in line
But on my watch, no one will rob
Their souls of His Sunshine
I know that God is number one
He's always doing His part
Then my daughters and my son
Are teaching of God's Heart
I'll keep this in my pocket
As I say a prayer for each
No one can ever lock it
Or can keep me from its reach
With family out on their own
They'll always need my prayer
My prayer is deep within my poem
And tucked inside of there
By Debi Pick Marquette
My kids no longer worry
'Cause I'm happy most the time
The only time I scurry
Looking for the perfect rhyme
The only thing that bothers me
When friends or family hurt
And you don't even want to see
Me give a Bear Alert
The truth is I'm so happy
That I feel like I could pop
Sometimes I get so sappy
That my kids say, "Mom, Please Stop!"
I'm happy you gave me a chance
'Cause laughter is to share
I'd rather show my Happy Dance
And not my Mama Bear
| Author Notes |
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By Debi Pick Marquette
So Rude
Kids teased, “Hey Jude"
Mocked, laughed and ridiculed
On playground they would not include
Poor Jude, who felt his shyness misconstrued
His friendly mood changed their fortitude
Then with them, he shared his food
Showed him gratitude
No more 'tude!
Crude
By Debi Pick Marquette
I'm soaked by rain and wonder where you are
I promised I'd be there soon as I could
I thought that we were happy, 'least so far
Why do you not accept that we are good
And if you were to leave, I think I'd die!
I hate the fact that you're so insecure
I feel that our love is based on a lie
What is it I can do to reassure
I do not know how much more I can take
We've been apart only a day or two
I wonder, have I made a big mistake?
Are you telling me now that we are through?
Oh no! I see now you are not my Jim!
I texted the wrong number, on a whim!
By Debi Pick Marquette
| Author Notes |
After receiving a message from a concerned reviewer, that possums are not good pets for kids, I thought I should clarify that this is a Snapchat filter only, on my grandson's head. However it does move around and growls a little, while it appears to try to find a way off. LOL
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By Debi Pick Marquette
As a little girl, I dreamed my prince would come someday
He'would be so handsome, on his horse take me away
As a teenage girl I dreamed, of a famous"Prince" rockstar
There's so many boys my age,, yet I still dreamed from afar
Make believe ideas I found, were good for just one thing
They helped me know what kind of love, I wanted him to bring
As a newlywed I dreamed, our fairytale would always be
That thinking didn't last; I had to face reality
Real life didn't give me, a happily ever after
Love isn't enough, it took kindness, work and laughter
He's dedicated just to me, other's he won't bother
When the time was right I knew, he'd be a good father
Yes, we've made mistakes, in our half a century marriage
Forgiveness is important, to bless the one you cherish
I have a man who loves me; takes over when I rest
All the chores I usually do and gives to me his best
The truest love he's given me, is all our years together
Things we have experienced; storms that we both weather
He's worked hard all his life, and been a good provider
Done right by his family and has always been a fighter
God lives here in our home, and we both share a strong faith
He knows how to apologize, before it is too late
He treats me like a queen, and is always so protective
All that I want in a man, he's already invested
I've had that dream for 50 years; he says that I'm his darling
My husband alway will be, My very own Prince Charming
| Author Notes |
By Debi Pick Marquette
more hokey pokey?
dear, I think you're addicted
but you'll turn yourself around
| Author Notes | Nobody I know has this problem. This is all Fiction |
By Debi Pick Marquette
January is the harshest, biting cold opens the year
Fifty below or lower, nearly freezes off your rear
I live in Minnesota, known as the deep Freeze state
So when I think of Springtime, I think about the wait
Valentine's Day comes, hearts bloom despite the cold
St Patty's Day brings nothing green ~ This season's getting old
I think of going somewhere south, but lose a long debate
When I come back, I'd still be cold and truly hate the wait
Easter's always lovely, but we have to stay inside
I'm dreaming about flowers, that don't look like they died
Mother's Day is here, and a nice day would be great
'
Instead we get more snow; my four letter word is, "wait"
There's nothing much to do, except eat until I pop
I'd like to plant my flowers, but not standing in the slop.
The end of May, the sun is out, it should be for this date
But colder still than normal, and I'm tired of the wait
We're into June and it is hot; it's Minnesota weather
Mother Nature has decided, to skip Spring all together
I've lived here all my life; not like we don't know our fate
Enjoy it then, 'cause in four months, I'll start another wait
| Author Notes | Most years this is an exaggeration, but last year we did have this exact scenario |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Resolutions galore for New Year's
You're giving up all, it appears
So smoke your last packs
And eat all your snacks
'Cause next year will bore you to tears
| Author Notes | The year that I quit for New Years started off boring, but the rewards being so beneficial, it wasn't long and I knew it would all be worth it.. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
About a young Smart Alec guy, thinking he is going to take over Santa's job and change everything What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearin' So you don't like the color of red What's the deal with the looks you're givin' Ya Think at my age, I should be dead Where have you been workin' out, lately mister If you're job huntin,' should've sent your little sister Everybody's thinkin,' that they can do Better, but it's still Christmas Eve to me You gotta problem with the sleigh I'm drivin' Let me take a good look at your car My sleigh will tell you a story about me Your old beater, tells just who you are I may need a rest, but I'm still pretty fussy I will not hire, a scrawny little wussy Snide smirk, big jerk, maybe good as a clerk It's still Christmas Eve to me Oh, it doesn't matter what it said in the paper 'Cause you're still not gettin' my job Now for sure I'm stayin' 'Cause the poor kids would suffer They're smart enough to smell a snob You should go back to your mob I'll stop and get us some more wrappin' paper And a few thousand rolls of tape Show me the way to the next McDonald's Time to get back into shape The kids don't want a skinny little Santa New York, San Diego, St Paul or Atlanta Next phase, toy craze, your place, anyways It's still Christmas Eve to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout Santa not leavin' And it's still Christmas Eve for me
| Author Notes |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEm3Kx7bAxo
Sorry but the music that we added to this had an error and we could not get it to work again. This is the link to the music and lyrics. https://youtu.be/iBbo0slWMW4 |
By Debi Pick Marquette
| Author Notes |
This is a true story and at least I had a few hours of believing my husband
to be a true romantic lol |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I miss my flat walking shoes
The way they made me feel
I could go farther
So much farther than all the others
So far that even my fitness tracker couldn't find me
I love the feeling of that flat rubber sole
They are so wonderful ~ I love that great control
They feel so amazing
Until it rubs on my toe
Then for just a day or so ~ I'm moving kinda slow
They go with almost anything, that's hanging in my closet
A stylish baggy sweatshirt
Classy stretch pants with no seams
A cute little t~shirt
A pair of skinny jeans
Almost anything I choose
Because I love love love
I love my flat walking shoes
While I tell you about loving things, that are in the style of flat
Wish a couple upper body parts, were a little more like that
I haven't worn them for a while, but I am hopeful for the Spring
The birds won't be the only ones, who will rejoice and Sing
So when I wear those flat walkers
I'll show some attitudes
The only thing that I wear now
Is a pair of flat "Hey Dudes"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So please allow me this one time
To pen this verse with no real rhyme
I love my flat ~ very flat ~ no arch flat ~ (not that flat)
~I love my flat Walking Shoes ~
| Author Notes |
THIS IS MY ATTEMPT TO DO A HUMOROUS TAKE ON SALLY'S AWESOME CIRCUS POEM, "I LOVE THOSE HIGH HEEL SHOES." AND BECAUSE THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, I JUST HAD TO MAKE MY ODE TO CIRCUS POEMS.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
I didn't want to have Thanksgiving
Because my family lost their minds
I know we all get strange ideas
But this one beat all kinds
He wanted something different
"Ok, don't invite your side"
My girls both yelled "lasagna"
"Mac and cheese," my young son cried
Now I wonder about my children
They are too much like their dad
They don't want my pumpkin pie
They want root beer floats instead
He said he'd get a keg of beer
And no fancy glass of wine
We'll have an awesome fish fry
Defeated, I said "#%^#@% fine"
That morning you go see your mom
I know you're sad that she is sick
We'll take care of everything
Even the deer hearts on a stick
I Ieft early that cold morning
I had a great time with my mom
She sent me home to my family
My first Thanksgiving bomb
Extra cars were in the driveway
More came than what I knew
He might be having buddies
One more thing to make me blue
When I walked into the house
I smelled turkey and pumpkin pie
I asked him where the fish was
A big smile and a lil white lie
My siblings brought the meal
I didn't quite know what to say
My hubby planned this fiasco
To give me the best Thanksgiving Day
| Author Notes | This actually did happen. My hubby didn't want me to do all the work by having Thanksgiving, cause he knew I was worn out from helping with my mom.. It was at a time that she was sick with cancer. She knew that he had this surprise planned for me, so she kept me there just long enough for all my siblings to bring in the real Thanksgiving food, tables set and fancy wine glasses too. The kids were even in on it and kept it from me. They did great and really had me fooled. Sometimes people can do special things in strange ways to show they love you! |
By Debi Pick Marquette
We're honored by his visits; he must come from royalty
He's here a couple times a week, and dressed right to a T
His hair is a bright red, and appears to be a Mohawk
His suit is black attire; he makes the jealous birds all gawk
He puts on quite an air, that would impress most any snob
Poised and confident, and is the female bird's heart throb
He's a hero conquering enemies, of insects that he's after
He must be very jolly, cause for miles you'll hear his laughter
He'll hide his living quarters, so that no one ever sees
He doesn't live majestically, but in the poorest of the trees
His name's derived from Greece, which means tree and also beating
He'll keep his vows for life, while his wife is out there cheating
He's the talk of the tree town, as they gossip 'round the feeder
The guys think he's a menace, but the girls think he's a leader
The truth is he is gentle; he'd love to join these get togethers
He'd like to be their friend, unless they try ruffling his feathers
| Author Notes |
(short video)
The bird that I chose for my poem is the Pileated Woodpecker. I tried to romanticize my poem to make it more entertaining, but kept to the facts about this amazing bird. They do have an air about them that appears to be snobbish, but in reality, are a very down to earth bird. The DNR has tagged and measured him at 21 inches, but they can get to 24 inches. Grandkids named him Woody, and he is my favorite bird in our feeder. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
(Read Author's Notes First)
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"Long long time ago, I can still remember
how that music used to make me smile"
'Twas a time of innocence, "American as Apple Pie"
Jesus, God and faith were strong, we're "the Apple of His Eye"
"Did you write the Book of Love, and do you have faith
in God above, if the Bible tells you so"
Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, Bopper Rock and Roll
Were killed in an airplane crash, right after their show
"Something touched me deep inside, the day the music died"
Elvis, King of Rock, since days of dancing with Dick Clark
Beatles, Dylan and Jagger; the jesters made their mark
"And while the King was looking down,
the jesters stole his thorny crown"
Superintendent came to school and let us out that day
He said our President was taken tragically away
"I can't remember if I cried,
when I read about his widowed bride"
At five years old, still innocent, in the start of the sixties
Flower children, Vietnam and protests of the hippies
"In the streets, the children screamed,
lovers cried and the poet's dreamed"
Martin Luther King, killed with another bang
God was pronounced dead, by satan's newest evil gang
"To light the sacrificial light, I saw satan laughing with delight"
Russia's finger on the button; threatens Nuclear War
We were watching them, that's what our first rockets were for
"We were all in one place, a generation lost in space"
Beatle's song, 'Helter Skelter' portrayed killing as a passion
The Sharon Tate murders by Helter Skelter's, Charles Manson
"Helter Skelter in a Summer Swelter.
Birds flew off with a fallout shelter"
Was a fan of Janice Joplin, towards the end of the decade
Age of Innocence was gone, by satan's music trade
"I met a girl who sang the blues,
I asked her for some happy news"
"She just smiled and turned away"
Elvis, Holly, Vallens, Bopper: now part of our past
Some music from the sixties, we're thankful didn't last
"I went down to the Sacred Store, where I'd
heard the music years before. But the man there,
said the music wouldn't play"
~Epilogue~
"And three men I admire most; the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
They took the last train for the coast, the day the music died"
"So bye bye Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee,
but the levee, was dry, And good ole boys were drinking
whiskey and rye, singing this will be the day that I die"
| Author Notes |
Video from YouTube--
The lines below each stanza are lyrics from the song that are related to that verse. They are in bold and italics. I used more lyrics for the ending of 'American Pie' as special relevancy for the poem. Also having a hard time getting my iPad to use less space between lines. I apologize for this. Thank you for your understanding. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
He once lived at a zoo; they called him Crabby Scrooge the Czar
Said he had sausage fingers and his orange hair was bizarre
The animals all laughed at him, that made his poor heart scar
He was so sad and out of place and didn't feel up to par
One day he jumped the fence, and then he hopped into a car
He saw cars drive before, when people came from near and far
He pushed a button, and took off with black marks on the tar
It wasn't long before the cops would have him on radar
They almost caught him once, and it was close but no cigar
He pulled into an alley, and he walked into a bar
He went behind the counter, grabbed a pickle from a jar
He shocked all of the people, when he picked up a guitar
Mike Doodle, music coach was there to hold a seminar
Could not believe this big red ape, could also play sitar
He bought him from the zoo, then made this happy ape a star
After they toured the Country, bought the Czar his own Jaguar
| Author Notes |
Contest rules: must use words, doodle, pickle, orange, sausage and Scrooge
And all lines must end with FAR. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
| Author Notes |
Tap Link to hear "Owl Owl-ways Love You" By: Whitney Houston ~ LOL
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=RD3JWTaaS7LdU&playnext=1 |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I used to have a problem, I woul.d so procrastinate
Friends teased I'm not on time. I said, yeah, you just wait'
Hubby says what he dislikes, he loves 'bout me the most
Excitement over little things; can't keep myself composed
With a new pair of knees and legs, I'm just starting to use
To walk alone by Christmas, I'll work hard and no excuse
Doctors joke in last ten years, that I'm almost bionic
Lots of Hardware thru my body, feels a little bit iron-ic
Being with my sweet grandkids, makes me feel just like a child
With so much fun and laughter, we act crazy and get wild
I may be in my sixties, but I am not an old timer
I do act like a kid, but I sure don't have Alzheimers
My faith, friends and family, mean everything to me
With my FanStory family, I also love to be
I love doing what I love, and I am so very blessed
I Keep what's good in my life, and throw out all the rest
By Debi Pick Marquette
One sunny day on a night so very black
He came from the front and stuck an object in my back
An alone off duty cop, was patrolling half the street
Drove by and stopped to help, while I'm starting to retreat
Mugger started running while he quietly screamed
My sweats started freezing while I silently beamed
A second cop got out and chased that mangy man
Then the other cop asked, identify if you can
A white native man, perfect face with a scar
I saw him watching me, but was out of sight so far
.Along came a blind man, claims he saw everything
Faced the thief back to back, in the club where they both sing
He said he is a friend to that stranger he had met
Walked different directions, but was following him yet
The crook lives down due north, right on a vacant lot
Lived there twenty years, since he died when he got shot
I'm sticking to this story. Please tell me how it went
If you don't believe my lies, at least it didn't cost you a cent
| Author Notes | https://youtu.be/Z13vOA7s |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Do you know how much fun, play is to play?
How much you can play learning play everyday?
Make friends that make friendships along the way.
Treat your friends good and good friends they will stay.
Did you know that play, can help to be helpful?
Playing is playful and caring is careful.
The joy that play brings is always so joyful.
To thank a friend means you are also so thankful.
Playing house can help learn about chores.
To earn an allowance and help mom in stores.
Playing sports, are good sportsmanship scores.
Almost as fun as making some more s'mores.
So playtimes are good times and good's always good.
Being a kid with great friends, makes a great neighborhood.
Special neighbors are friends, as only friends could.
Hope my play friends had fun, and my poem understood.
| Author Notes |
The decision to add punctuation to this was from the very beneficial and insightful advice of Miss Merri, who happens to be a second grade teacher. Her feelings that I agree whole heartedly, is while we are teaching children something with readings, we shouldn't leave out the lesson of always using punctuation as well. Pretty great advice from one teacher to another.
This is a lot easier to understand when reading it slower and to get each word and to to get the fun and messages. I know this is very busy with repeating words about play and some may be just silly. This was meant to make kids have fun with it, not to make a lot of sense, except to get a message to kids to be kids and have fun. The grammatically wrong lines were done on purpose/ I was going for the silly Dr Seuss type of fun |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Grandkids, cell phone and pictures out
There's more that I'd be lost without .
As I ran through that burning doo r
That voice inside I just ignore
Hear this message from your mind
You don't see what you left behind
Then I run back and look around
Computer-iPads what I found
Are these the things that I must get
What I believe I've not found yet
Stop and think before you leap
The most essential thing to keep
This place looks like some bar room brawls
I see my Precious Moment Dolls
Is this what I've been thinking of
These special dolls were gifts of love
Important things you have forgot
God's greatest gifts cannot be bought
I need to look once more to see
My Bible means so much to me
The pictures that my grandkids drew
It's not like I can get brand new
There's something you must now remember
You too could be a smoldering ember
Ran out to take a deep long breath
Going back could mean the kiss of death
So now that I have time to think
Material items weren't the link
Hear this message loud and clear
What you're to find is not in here
If I had stopped to rest a bit
The real message would then have hit
That's what that voice was trying to say
To use my head and stay away
You heard the message from your mind
Your common sense had just gone blind
Your Sense of Values; Your Greatest Find
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By Debi Pick Marquette
This picture's a complete disgrace
That's not my body nor my face
You can't blame all on menopause
I'm not deranged or growing claws
I have those times I may forget
But major things, I haven't yet
Few times forgot to pay a bill
I'm surely not over the hill
My heart still feels like twenty one
Now my grandchildren are my fun
My body never has an itch
Unless you count UTI glitch
My body tortures me and threats
I have those HATEFUL HOT NIGHT SWEATS
We still have beauty and some gleam
Just takes a lot more wrinkle cream
Sometimes there's tendency to swell
MENOPAUSE BELLY ~ WITHCHES SPELL
Retaining water makes me float
I scrub and splash that extra bloat
I'll tell myself my plan or vision
There's times I may forget to listen
I think that I am too discreet
So with myself, I must repeat
I am fatigued and do get sleepy
I'm also sensitive and weepy
That doesn't mean that I'm a dwarf
Whose body's doing some kind of morph
That picture really had no call
You see, I'm not like them at all
If my hubby shines a different light
Watch out buddy, you've got a fight
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