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Take My Hand
- Published: September 2022
A Prayer For Strength And Guidance

in Prayer Poems

Take my hand, dear Lord
Wherever I may roam
To lead me each and every day
So I'll never walk alone

Take my hand, dear Lord
Wherever I may roam
To lead me each and every day
So I'll never walk alone
To give me strength and courage
To face each day that comes my way
To remind me not to fail you, Lord
And to help me not to stray
Take my hand, dear Lord
So I may keep my faith in you
So I won't get discouraged
In anything I do
And also, Lord, so I'll remember
Not to worry or be afraid
And not to become disheartened
Just trust in you and pray
And when I travel on my journey home
And leave this worldly land
I won't be afraid, I won't be alone
As I felt you take my hand
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Well done, Judy. Congratulations on another wonderful poem. I'm a fan. I look out for you on the review page to see what you've posted. God bless you, sister.

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Willis
- Published: March 2017
A Cowboy And His Horse

in Humorous Poems

Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.

Willis the cowpoke rode into town
On his Old Jugs, just horsing around.
Down highway 26 he rode Old Jugs
To the local saloon for a few chug-a-lugs.

Tying to a flag pole, Old Jugs he did hitch.
Into the saloon, a thirst he did quench.
An officer steps up and warns with a frown,
"Get on your horse and ride out of town!"

The sheriff is coming not far behind.
Old Jugs to the shelter and Willis a fine,
So Willis, he jumps on Old Jugs and replies,
“Not my horse to the shelter, you will not take.
I'll ride him on home; no law will I break."

The sheriff steps up and says to dismount.
A test of sobriety we must have the count.
The charge was drunk driving while riding on Jugs.
A steep fine to pay for a few chug-a-lugs.

A riled up Willis spent the night in the tank
To pay for a charge he claimed not to make.
Down to the courthouse he'll saddle up and ride
To face his accusers with Old Jugs by his side.

But we all know when it's all said and done,
He'll saddle Old Jugs and ride into town for

A few chug-a-lugs.

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These men get very well acquainted with their horses, their ole pals you might say, The clumping of horse hooves, the whinney demand for carrots and sugar cubes, the barn yard smell. kinda...

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A Fallen Branch
- Published: December 2016
A Poem Of Comfort For The Loss Of A Loved One

in In Memory Poems

The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.

The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.

For many years God carried me
And kept me at my best.
He strengthened me and kept me strong.
For this we're truly blessed.

Hold strong to our family heritage.
Keep living your life through God.
Keep carrying on the traditions,
The big ones and the small.

Remember all the good times,
The happiness and the love.
Think of me when you reminisce
As I'll be smiling from above.

My mind's at ease, my soul has peace.
My body's now at rest,
For an angel came for me today
And said God needs the best.

The serenity of going home is a miracle
We all shall seek,
So please don't think of me and cry
With a tear upon your cheek.

I've lived and traveled long and hard
To reach my journey's final end,
So let's just say, "Goodbye for now,
Until we're together again."

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My oldest brother passed away on Dec 24, 2016, and this poem was published that same day. This poem speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!

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She's Our Mother
- Published: June 2017
Tribute To All Mothers

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She's a gift to her children
Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
A breath of fresh air along the way

She's a gift to her children
Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
A breath of fresh air along the way
She's our good fairy godmother
A mighty mom everywhere
The sun in the morning
She's our daily prayer
She's our encouraging voice
As we grow day by day
The rose in the vase
The shine on a cloudy day
She's God's angel sent from heaven
Our bright star in the night
The queen of our souls
She's our shadow in the light
A comfort when she holds you
A memory when she's gone
A million tiny heart beats
The music in a song
She's a love that's everlasting
Worth more than diamonds and gold
We thank God for our mothers
A sacred treasure to behold
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This is heart-warming and beautifully explained. Love you, Mom. You always help me with everything, and you guide me on the right path.

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The Poet In Me
- Published: December 12, 2024
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I'm just a simple writer
I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
With words from the old school

I'm just a simple writer
I use not fancy words
I only write what's in my head
With words from the old school
I like to tell some stories
Some tales and even more
Of my own true life happenings
That I have kept in store.
I like to write a poem or two
And try to rhyme a verse
And if it sounds a little silly,
Then it won't be the first
I'm just a common person
A poet now it seems,
If that's a fact I'll gladly accept
The challenge of my dreams.
I'll keep on writing when I can
To share some tales and woes
And hopefully the poems you read
Will be a comfort to your soul.
The world will never rejoice or sing,
Nor will I win a golden globe
But I will always be content
To pen what's in my heart and soul
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Yes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.

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I Tucked You Inside My Heart
- Published: December 2020
The Feeling Of Falling In Love

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I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of an aching caught inside,
The quick, sharp hurting of pain.

I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of an aching caught inside,
The quick, sharp hurting of pain.

It's a hard lump no tears can touch.
I feel like I'm falling apart.
It feels so large and growing each day
'Cause I tucked you inside my heart.

It's a feeling of jumping,
A feeling of jiggling
A feeling of wanting to stay,
A feeling of turning and tossing inside,
A feeling that won't go away.

It feels like a flutter.
It feels like a feather.
Now it moves slowly like the
Feeling of a breeze.

A quietness of sleeping,
There's resting and calm.
It's the feeling of love, never to part,
'Cause I tucked you inside my heart.
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This is a very beautiful and emotional poem. It reminded me of my wife of blessed memories and how much love she always had in her heart to give. These are the very best words to describe how...

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If You See My Mom In Heaven
- Published: November 2017
Poem About Mom In Heaven

in Spiritual Poems about Death

If you see my mom in heaven,
She won't be hard to find.
She's God's masterpiece of
Motherhood.

If you see my mom in heaven,
She won't be hard to find.
She's God's masterpiece of
Motherhood.
She's unique and one of a kind.

She'll be the one with the prettiest
Smile.
Her angel wings she wears with pride,
And as she reaches out to greet you,
You'll see the twinkle in her eyes.

She'll be digging in God's flower beds,
Gathering flowers as she goes.
She'll pick a single flower bouquet:
The beauty of God's red rose.

She'll be playing with the smallest angels,
Singing joyful games upon her knee,
Or maybe writing words of wisdom,
Or reciting a poem or three.

She's with her mom and dad now,
Embracing them lovingly or
Visiting with her long-lost friends,
Chatting so happily.

She'll be God's strongest angel.
No more burdens will she bear.
She'll stroll about with strength and grace,
Kneeling with God in prayer.

So if you see my mom in heaven,
Will you take care of her for me?
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
And hug her just for me.

You see, she was my special mom,
The truest friend she was to me.
She taught me all about our God
And the love he had for me.

She's my royal queen of mothers.
She'll wear her very own crown.
She'll sit and share God's golden
Throne in God's beautiful
Heavenly home.
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My Mom passed away about 2 weeks ago. This poem really struck home. When I go through her pictures, I get teary eyed. I love my mom. She is the core of my family. Now being in heaven, I know...

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I'll Be Missing You
- Published: November 2017
Widow Missing Husband

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They say that time will heal all wounds.
I know that could be true.
It's the lonely in-between times
That I start missing you.

They say that time will heal all wounds.
I know that could be true.
It's the lonely in-between times
That I start missing you.

Every time you cross my mind,
I think you're here with me.
Then I sadly realize
That it could never be.

But then I just can't help but see
Your memories everywhere:
Your coffee cup, your old worn hat,
And there sits your empty chair.

Then I'll just be thinking of
The places we would go,
The people we would meet,
And see a person we both know.

Then I look around and see
A gift you've given me,
Our picture in its frame,
And your favorite program on TV.

Then I start remembering
Some place we had to be
And the things we used to do.
Then I start missing you.

Then sometimes out of nowhere
Your smiling face I see.
I feel your hand inside of mine.
Then it seems you're here with me.

And then some days it feels
So long we've been apart,
But neither time nor distance
Will erase you from my heart.

Then I begin to realize,
And it makes me sad and blue,
That many days and nights
I'll be missing you.
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If You See My Dad In Heaven

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- Published: April 2017
Memorial Poem For Dad

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If you see my dad in Heaven
He won't be hard to find.
He'll be the one to greet you first,
For he's a one-of-a-kind.

If you see my dad in Heaven
He won't be hard to find.
He'll be the one to greet you first,
For he's a one-of-a-kind.

He'll be the one with the softest voice,
A veteran's cap upon his head,
Or he's probably in God's beautiful
Garden, with a shovel in his hand.

He'll be watching the pretty hummingbirds,
A warm smile upon his face,
And as he leaves to go about, he'll
Be walking with strength and grace.

He'll sit among the story tellers,
For that's what he does best.
He will tell about his life on earth
Before he was called to rest.

He's with his Mom and Dad now,
Embracing them tenderly.
Never no longer to miss them or
Wonder where they might be.

He may be playing with the children,
And there sits one upon his knee
Laughing and singing the games of fun,
Clapping hands so joyfully.

Now if you haven't found my Dad yet,
He's probably kneeling by the throne,
Surrounded by God's angels,
Praying for his loved ones below.

He wasn't famous in this world
Nor did any heroic deeds.
He was a strong, hard-working man,
Taking care of those in need.

For you see, he was my hero,
Bigger than big to me.
He taught me all a son should know
And about the love God has for me.

So if you see my Dad in heaven,
Tell him I'm doing fine.
Let him know how much I miss him,
And I think of him most of the time.

You know he was my hero,
So will you give him a hug or two?
Tell him how much I love him and
I'll be seeing him someday soon.
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I nursed my father. I'm actually crying as I write this. He fell ill. On Christmas Eve, I rang for a doctor who said dad would be admitted, treated in hospital, and back out within a few...

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