<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy Arline Puckett</title><subtitle type='html'>'A Poet is a voice for those who can not speak'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264832979827184</id><published>2004-12-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:12:09.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Dream</title><content type='html'>God’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely moment, God laid out a masterful plan for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;He made the universe,&lt;br /&gt;not only to sustain life,but to give life a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He made the star to wish on.&lt;br /&gt;He made obstacles for a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;He made the universe full of wonder to exercise our intellect.&lt;br /&gt;He made the universe from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;For life, hearts and souls.&lt;br /&gt;We are a small particle of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;But we are the reason that it was made.&lt;br /&gt;We are God's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264832979827184?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264832979827184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264832979827184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264832979827184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264832979827184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/gods-dream.html' title='God&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264817591247937</id><published>2004-12-09T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:09:35.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy heart</title><content type='html'>Only the sane run from love,I know I have lost my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Standing here with my heart open,one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy heart ,you won't listen,&lt;br /&gt;You keep trying to feel love's existence,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here at your insistence,&lt;br /&gt;I'd run away,But I'm mindless today,&lt;br /&gt;So I stay.&lt;br /&gt;Insane maybe&lt;br /&gt;,Love seems crazy and in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving tears  on my lashes,that fall like rain,&lt;br /&gt;As I stand in the ashes,of love's hot flame,&lt;br /&gt;My heart hold's no resistence.&lt;br /&gt;I try again to find love's existence&lt;br /&gt;Only the sane run from love,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy heart you won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here at your insistence,&lt;br /&gt;I'd run away,But I'm mindless today,&lt;br /&gt;So I stay,&lt;br /&gt;Insane in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264817591247937?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264817591247937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264817591247937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264817591247937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264817591247937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/crazy-heart.html' title='Crazy heart'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264797215559732</id><published>2004-12-09T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:06:12.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things a woman wants to remember</title><content type='html'>Some things a woman longs to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I long to forget how you made me tremble,&lt;br /&gt;But I long to remember the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;I long to forget how it felt,&lt;br /&gt;When you held me tight,&lt;br /&gt;But I long to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The stars that sparkled in the night.&lt;br /&gt;I long to forget love with bittersweet regret,&lt;br /&gt;But I long to remember the beauty of the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman holds on to,&lt;br /&gt;Like the memories of the moment when we met,&lt;br /&gt;Some things make it feel like cold December,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over summer yet.&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Id like to forget  how it felt to be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to remember,&lt;br /&gt;The night sky and the  water so blue,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I forget you,&lt;br /&gt;and only remember,the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some things a woman longs to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264797215559732?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264797215559732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264797215559732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264797215559732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264797215559732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-things-woman-wants-to-remember.html' title='Some things a woman wants to remember'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264789387957209</id><published>2004-12-09T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:04:53.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth's Child</title><content type='html'>I’m blind and I can’t see,&lt;br /&gt;Black and white looks the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;I head her say it’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world needs to see through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They could get past the human dequise,&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are undefiled.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She said I’m just earth’s child&lt;br /&gt;She took my hand and said walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the grass and the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Let me smell the flowers that grow wild.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smiled.&lt;br /&gt;She said I’m just earth’s child.&lt;br /&gt;She said I wish I could show,&lt;br /&gt;The world what I know,&lt;br /&gt;Too see where eyes can’t go,&lt;br /&gt;Too see the heart and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could open the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smiled,&lt;br /&gt;So the world could all be,&lt;br /&gt;Just like me,&lt;br /&gt;Smell the flowers that grow wild.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just earth’s child.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know day from night.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know black from white.&lt;br /&gt;We are all precious in God’s sight.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smiled&lt;br /&gt;and she said I’m just earth’s child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264789387957209?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264789387957209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264789387957209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264789387957209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264789387957209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/earths-child.html' title='Earth&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264780349169026</id><published>2004-12-09T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:03:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel's Eyes</title><content type='html'>Don’t tell me there is no heaven&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you it is lies,&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been given a chance to look&lt;br /&gt;into an angel’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me there is nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;No where there is a peaceful shore.&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve seen the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve had the chance to look&lt;br /&gt;into an angel’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me there is no light in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need to open up your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not simple I realize.&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve had the chance to look&lt;br /&gt;into an angel’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me that through the storms,&lt;br /&gt;God is not there with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a butterfly when it transforms,&lt;br /&gt;I believe the soul never dies,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had the chance to look&lt;br /&gt;into an angel’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264780349169026?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264780349169026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264780349169026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264780349169026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264780349169026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/angels-eyes.html' title='An Angel&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264775450620659</id><published>2004-12-09T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:02:34.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't remember the tears</title><content type='html'>Remember the laughter ,Remember the smile,&lt;br /&gt;Remember how sweet love was for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now that love disappears,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet darling, please don’t remember the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when love was fun and we laughed and we would play,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the sun and the warm sunshine day,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the rain was cool on our face,&lt;br /&gt;Remember love’s warm embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the words of love whispered so soft in the ears,&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now that love disappears,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet darling, don’t remember the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good times we had in love,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if we had the stars above,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the laughter, remember the smile,&lt;br /&gt;Remember how sweet love was for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now that love disappears,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet darling please don’t remember the tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264775450620659?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264775450620659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264775450620659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264775450620659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264775450620659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-remember-tears.html' title='Don&apos;t remember the tears'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264754727428831</id><published>2004-12-09T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:59:07.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master of Art</title><content type='html'>If you are searching,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;If you are hurting,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you are needing,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere for love to start.&lt;br /&gt;There is a place in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;God 's grace can remove all of the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Like a great master of art,&lt;br /&gt;God can paint over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Are you searching for answers&lt;br /&gt;to questions you don't know how to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Are there tears falling,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere behind the mask?&lt;br /&gt;Are you on a stage&lt;br /&gt;as the curtain starts to fall?&lt;br /&gt;Are there tears behind your invisible wall?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a time you want to change it all?&lt;br /&gt;Like a great master of art.&lt;br /&gt;God can paint over the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264754727428831?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264754727428831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264754727428831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264754727428831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264754727428831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/master-of-art.html' title='Master of Art'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264746775703320</id><published>2004-12-09T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:57:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Treasure</title><content type='html'>I chased Fireflies in the night skies.&lt;br /&gt;I chased butterflies in the morning sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child,&lt;br /&gt;I picked the flowers wild.&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure I’d find,&lt;br /&gt;in the treasure of a dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;I made a chain of clover,&lt;br /&gt;and played Red Rover,&lt;br /&gt;and Hide and Seek,&lt;br /&gt;With Angel dust on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;When Coke was a dime.&lt;br /&gt;Those childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;stay in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I always smiled when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure at the wild flowers I’d find.&lt;br /&gt;And the simple treasure of a dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264746775703320?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264746775703320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264746775703320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264746775703320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264746775703320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/simple-treasure.html' title='Simple Treasure'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264739328640958</id><published>2004-12-09T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:56:33.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to share my love</title><content type='html'>Where do I find a heart like mine, lonely in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share the love in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are there somewhere under the star, Wishing for love to start,&lt;br /&gt;We are two lonely people needing someone to hold us in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Fate seems to cheat, Why can‘t two lonely people meet.?&lt;br /&gt;I don‘t know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;I know you are somewhere under the star,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for love to be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t two lonely people meet?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you are, I just know that somewhere under the star,&lt;br /&gt;There is someone like me that wishes for,&lt;br /&gt;Love from a soul mate to make them complete, Why can’t two lonely people meet?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I find a heart like mine, Did I see it and was I blind?&lt;br /&gt;Someone lonely in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share the love in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone to wipe away the lonely tears from my cheek, Why can‘t two lonely people meet..&lt;br /&gt;The search is not over, I’m still looking for my four leaf clover,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still looking for a friend and a lover,&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow’s end ,with the gold we discover,&lt;br /&gt;Someone lonely like me in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to share the love in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someone looking for love that runs deep, Why can’t two lonely people meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264739328640958?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264739328640958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264739328640958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264739328640958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264739328640958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/someone-to-share-my-love.html' title='Someone to share my love'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264721440606632</id><published>2004-12-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:53:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Drums</title><content type='html'>From the distance it echoes in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;The sound grows too near,&lt;br /&gt;The world is covered with the sounds I hear,&lt;br /&gt;So loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is where they are from,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the war drum.&lt;br /&gt;The beat pounds the heart,&lt;br /&gt;The sounds echo in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;With each new tear they come.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the war drum.&lt;br /&gt;They beat louder now,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred's solemn vow,&lt;br /&gt;an eye for an eye,&lt;br /&gt;Someone will die,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the war cry,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hide or run,&lt;br /&gt;From what is yet to come,&lt;br /&gt;With the sound of the war drum.&lt;br /&gt;They beat in persistence,&lt;br /&gt;No longer in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;growing so near,&lt;br /&gt;I hear them come.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the war drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264721440606632?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264721440606632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264721440606632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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They fall in vain.&lt;br /&gt;They fall from the pain&lt;br /&gt;From all of wars. Under God’s stars,&lt;br /&gt;Life disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the Earth’s tears?&lt;br /&gt;She has a mother’s heart. But she’s in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I join her on my knees, With a prayer for peace.&lt;br /&gt;With a soft gentle breeze, She whispers in deaf ’s ears.&lt;br /&gt;Life disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the Earth’s tears?&lt;br /&gt;We are all to blame, For the ashes from the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Life disappears.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the Earth’s tears?&lt;br /&gt;Judy Arline Puckett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264702644620623?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264702644620623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264702644620623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264702644620623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264702644620623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/earths-tears.html' title='Earth&apos;s Tears'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9544217.post-110264473250154052</id><published>2004-12-09T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:12:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2631/640/Woman%20in%20blue.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/255/2631/320/Woman%20in%20blue.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman in Blue&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9544217-110264473250154052?l=judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110264473250154052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9544217&amp;postID=110264473250154052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264473250154052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9544217/posts/default/110264473250154052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judyarlinepuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/woman-in-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08830617582876486027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
