By Debi Pick Marquette
If I would have to choose one word A happy one that I preferred My happy word would have to be The one that says my life is Free Our marriage not arranged or planned He asked my father for my hand Together half a century We are still happy and still Free My children had a happy home A normal life till time to roam And then they raised their own to be Just happy kids whose lives are Free I will stand up for what I want I’ll choose my favorite restaurant To walk as far as I can see And do it all, 'cause I am Free We go to church of our own choice And then come home and still rejoice We praise our God on bended knee Yes, to the one who keeps us Free Our nation isn't quite the same This poem is not the place to blame No race, religion has to flee So thankful that we all are Free The times we had to go to war We live what they were fighting for To all who fought for our country So many thanks that we are Free As I look back at my whole life Still mother, grandma, friend and wife I'm happy, blessed and filled with glee I thank my Lord, my life was Free
By Debi Pick Marquette
America's morality has slowly gone astray
We do not look to God enough, to ask what is His way
Our kids need working ethics like the times of yesterday
The values of our government are sadly in dismay
No matter who was President, our Jesus was the King
Without faith in our country, we are holding by a string
Some churches even changed to make it more about their thing
God's in control but we can feel the pain of satan's sting
Teach your kids of Jesus as it truly is the key
They have a better chance to learn responsibility
Without respect for fellow man, we really are not free
And as we pray for guidance, thru his eyes we then should see
God loves us very much, I'm sure this can't be a surprise
It breaks my heart to know that some believe in satan's lies
He’d love to bless us dearly, but He will not compromise
Without protective hands on US
In Truth, "Our Country Dies"
| Author Notes |
Pray America! Our grandkid's future is at stake
I keep hearing from people that there is no good candidate so they don't want to vote. Please vote and elect at least the lesser of the two evils, if you feel that way. Vote for the ones who's policies are closest to God's word. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
My gramps went in the army at the start of WWl
A dif'rent kind of soldier, 'twas a preacher with a gun
Supported many in their faith while fighting with his squad
He served his country well while he was also serving God
My dad had joined the Navy when he lied at fifteen years
To help his widowed mother make it through her sweat and tears
WWll had shown him life was cruel and unforeseen
My dad was fighting kamikazes and was just a teen
My boyfriend went to Vietnam, the lottery he played
He fought his very best and what a difference he made
He saved a couple of his friends during a sneak attack
I thought I'd die when I found out he wasn't coming back
My nephew Mike in Desert Storm, was in Afghanistan
That's when I knew for sure that he had turned into a man
He was a paramedic, saving lives with no regrets
Now volunteers his extra time to help his fellow vets
I have to choke the tears back when I say these words out loud
And when I do I'm telling you, that I'm so very proud
To know my loved ones fought in many wars to keep us free
I'm thrilled to say it was for you, and also was for me
So when you see a veteran, no matter what their ranks
Please take the time to honor them, with even just a "Thanks!"
By Debi Pick Marquette
Our life together, you'd destroy
You stole my joy - I was your toy
A game you played just to annoy
A plot, a plan, an evil ploy
They said they knew it was a boy
For all the times that I was shocked
I can't be blocked ~ No longer knocked
Not again will I be mocked
You only yelled, you never talked
I lived in fear, but should've walked
You took a dip in my gene pool
You were so cruel ~ was your sex tool
No longer will I be your fool
While you enforced your every rule
You always had to ridicule
So many times I wondered why
I was so shy ~ We lived a lie
On yourself you would rely
I'd never hear my baby cry
A year ago I'd finally die
| Author Notes |
It's the one year anniversary of my girlfriend's death
Her husband was very abusive and at one point made her have an abortion. She couldn't deal with the guilt and became very ill after and would ultimately kill her. She begged me to write against abuse and to tell her story to help others I wrote one last year and plan on writing one every year in her honor |
By Debi Pick Marquette
She met a very handsome guy
She wanted to connect
He had a problem with his 'I'
He thought he was perfect
She felt she should exemplify
And not be so direct
No matter how she’d really try
Big egos don't correct
She thought to fake to act more shy
But what did she expect
This whole new her would be a lie
Herself she'd not detect
She saw he never would comply
And started to suspect
That she would never qualify
For his high intellect
He spattered her just like a fly
Or any small insect
She even went so far to cry
But it had no effect
So finally she said goodbye
'Twas such a hard reject
Aretha, will you tell him why
He'll never get respect
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For anyone who didn't understand the last two lines: Aretha Franklin is a legendary singer who is known for her song, "Respect", which is the song that plays after. (And is what most people think when they think of her or hear the word, Respect)
When I wrote this I was thinking that most would know that, but thought it best to clarify. No punctuation intentional |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Just in case you didn't know Upon this day His Face will show Dire judging could mean scathe Grace Divine for those of faith Meet your Lord, of whom you're from Enter in His Kingdom Come No more fear of satan’s roast The Father, Son and Holy Ghost Dear Lord and Savior, hear my prayer Allow Faith to shine everywhere Your Love's Eternal Home we'll share
By Debi Pick Marquette
The mother represents so many women here on Earth
She's all of us who's had the privilege of giving birth
Also she's the dear woman whose body we came from
The mother part is easy, it takes more to be a mom
Most every mom is special, you don't have to be the best
Don’t wait until she's gone, to see how much you have been blessed
It won't always feel perfect, it's the hardest job there is
No matter what was yesterday, today start with a kiss
She does whatever she must do, to always show her love
So they'll grow up to be the kind of person she's proud of
Long hours, little pay, and recognition... only some
Give love and nurturing, 'cause your reward is "being a mom!"
But sadly there are mothers, whose poor lives are in dismay
Cannot care for their baby and are forced to give away
My mom was once that mother, who did her boy baby proud
Later when he looked for her, as 'mom" she was allowed
Her tough love is consistent, like outside an M & M
But inside, she is soft and sweet, her heart melts just for them
Someday she'll be a grandma, who can show more of her charms
She's always known the safest place for them are in her arms
We start out as a mother and then hope that we become
The one our child is proud to say, "I love her, that's my mom!"
| Author Notes |
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMS HERE!!
There is an old saying that any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. I believe that to be true for moms as well. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
DOES HE NOT OR DOES HE LOVE
PULLED DYING PETALS OUT
HE DID IT GENTLY WITH A GLOVE
HE SAYS THERE IS NO DOUBT
TOGETHER OVER FORTY YEARS
BEEN THROUGH AN AWFUL LOT
BUT MEMORIES BEFORE THAT STEERS
THAT HE SHOULD LOVE ME NOT
AND UNTIL YOU, I NEVER KNEW
A LIFE LIKE THIS EXISTS
NOW I HAVE SEEN WHAT IT CAN DO
AND LIVE WHAT IT CONSISTS
THIS KIND OF LOVE I WASN'T SURE
THE THOUGHT STILL MAKES ME WEEP
RELATIONSHIP SO VERY PURE
NOT SURE ONE I COULD KEEP
I DIDN'T TRUST, I DIDN'T CARE
FOR YEARS WAS ON MY OWN
MY MIND STILL WANTS TO TRAVEL THERE
BUT I WON'T GO ALONE
HE LOVES ME, YES HE LOVES ME
AND YES, I LOVE HIM TOO
TELL ME AGAIN, SO I CAN SEE
ITS MEASUREMENT SO TRUE
STILL I AM WEAK AND AT A LOSS
AT TIMES, STILL NEED A CRUTCH
HE SPEAKS AND HEALS ME FROM THE CROSS
I LOVE YOU CHILD, THIS MUCH!
By Debi Pick Marquette
We always loved our Halloween in Autumn every year
I sewed all of our costumes, and I did it with much cheer
It was a lot of work and time, but tried to make it fun
A family outing we enjoyed, for each and every one
I do not go for zombies or the night of living dead
I'd rather talk of Jesus, coming back to life instead
Some may get their thrills to conjure spirits that they host
The real one lives inside of you, He's called the Holy Ghost
How could it be more awesome, than a spirit from within
I have no room for gory, all the evil and the sin
Some creatures you admire, are a part of satan's snare
It all becomes too real, it's Halloween with too much scare
Here's why I don't think Halloween should have an extra fling
‘Cause Santa might just want to throw his hat back in the ring
The bunny has already done the part he does in Spring
What next ~ another turkey who will want to do his thing
Or
Give Jesus back His Holidays and show Him he’s "our King"
| Author Notes |
I really don't have a problem with the fun contest theme of Halloween in Spring. I realize it is all in fun. But as my last line is referring to, Jesus still hasn't a holiday of His own! He has to share His with the Easter Bunny and Santa. And even Santa has Christmas in July too. Just something to think about, as a society we do tend to give into the fun aspects of the holidays, and need to spend more time in honoring why we celebrate them.
So as far as a Halloween in Spring, please just not too close to Easter! Lol.. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
My Faith knows every season
In Winter’s chill His love will grow
I'm thankful for this reason
He has washed me white as snow
I love my faith's rebirth in Spring
I walk His path on fresh~grown sod
Oh, the joy that it will bring
To someday see the face of God
In Summertime, the temps are hot
His gifts of flowers; show and tell
The one thing Summer's heat cannot
It can't compare to satan's hell
My colors are of orange and gold
And slowly turn to aging rust
As Autumn of my life grows old
God's Loving Hands I'll put my trust
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By Debi Pick Marquette
It starts out dark and dreary, but ends with a rainbow
Receiving gifts I don't deserve, yet they all seem to flow
Our Savior paid it all for me, and all to Him I owe
I count my blessings daily, because daily they all grow
When Judas betrayed Jesus, 'twas before the rooster's crow
Then Pilate gave the choice away; it was politico
They nailed him to the cross, thinking there's nowhere he can go
How could He love us from up there, while looking down below
I'm thankful for the blessings, even ones he's yet to show
I cannot count as high as what the Trio had bestow
I count my family and friends, you are the best I know
I pray, one day together, we'll live in His AfterGlow
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By Debi Pick Marquette
I will not dwell on times that weren't as blessed as they are now I'd rather wish some happiness, some joy to all somehow I'll never wear a kick me sign, that once showed what I lack Jesus paid it all; my heart is all that He wants back I'd love to sprinkle love and peace, on top of each rainbow Then underneath, quote poetry, how much more it will glow It's wonderful to write with friends, who give valued feedback But kindness is essential; judging just feels like a hack I'm honest about who I am, and what you see you get A past of childhood incest, I wish I could forget Some led to my addictions, like a train going off the track That's when I found my faith and knocked the monkey off my back We go through rough times in our life, when things do not seem fair And when we lose our loved ones, it's the worst kind of despair But life's not picture perfect, like those moments from Kodak We can't appreciate the white, if we don't see the black There are things I haven't shared, 'cause I have not known long I can't give in to weaknesses, forfeiting what is strong I tend to run away from things; an area I slack Each moment's closer to the end, and we can't get it back God sent me on this journey, to this great writing buffet If it's important to our life, it's more so for each day Where respect is a priority; injustice will attack I love this second family, who has each other's back
| Author Notes |
When my mom was alive, she would say wise things all the time that used to go way over my head. But now they make sense. Such as that she loved being a cheerleader because she could crawl onto the backs of others and before long, she knew who would support her best and who would let her down. But once she got to the top, she could see how clear it was that some let themselves down by expecting the supporters to do all the work. It is true that God helps those who help themselves. Therefore reaching out to others in times of need and also reaching to them when you see there is a need you can help with. To my dear friends, I am here for you always, and I thank those who have done the same for me.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
My faith helps me to face each day; it truly is my guide
It's why my heart is full of love, and why I must confide
My Jesus loves me and I always want him by my side
It gives me peace to know that I no longer have to hide
There was a time when I was young, here in the USA
The people felt the privilege, to speak of God and pray
In school we bowed our heads before we ate most everyday
But now even our government, has surely gone astray
So listen to the words that Jesus once was known to share
Faith the size of mustard seeds, will put you in His care
Having faith will keep you from the evil one's despair
He died for you, a love like that is extraordinaire
By Debi Pick Marquette
She's having sad and gloomy days
Seems all she touches sours
Into space her eyes just gaze
As minutes turn to hours
But on the bright side, this will pass
Those feelings big as any mass
Don't underestimate a friend
Who'll be there for you 'till the end
Things were bad at work that week
The duties asked of him would rob
His work ethics had been unique
But now he'd rather lose his job
But on the bright side, things work out
It's not worth compromise, no doubt
Your sorrows give to God in prayer
You maybe weren't meant to be there
They called to say your child was hurt
While walking on the school's crosswalks
Your life is on such high alert
Your marriage too was on the rocks
When things seem to be at their worst
Then God and fam'ly should come first
Priorities should be your guide
Then you will find your own bright side
| Author Notes |
I call this my Merry~go~Rhyme Poem because it has two different rhyme patterns to show the emotion of the stanza, as well as color and font.
And although the idea of, "on the bright side" is not original, I have always used it as my motto. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
By Debi Pick Marquette
My grandson Carter, (Goober) came to visit me today What I love about him most, I never know what he will say He told me that he had some very special gifts for me And said he would deliver where I needed them to be Our day was going great, until I got a dreaded call A friend of mine slipped on the ice and took a nasty fall He delivered his first gift, I started laughing as he spoke Just like this twelve-year-old, to cheer his grandma with a joke Our Goobs loves story telling, writing poetry and art His second gift was a sweet poem, that came straight from his heart I won't regret creative times, I've had with this dear one He'll be the one to treasure all my writing when I'm gone His next surprise for me, was telling me to take a rest You won't be any fun, if you get sick because you're stressed, I fell asleep, and he was just as quiet as a mouse I awoke to all the dishes done; he picked up the whole house I looked for him, but he was gone, yet left a little note "Happy Valentine's Day Grandma," was part of what he wrote "I could never pay you back, but hope today can be a starter" "I thank you and I love you! Your Sweet and Charming Carter"
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By Debi Pick Marquette
I was so excited for my coming surgeries.,
For I would get my legs back and a couple brand new knees
One scheduled for July and then the next one in September
I had no fear at all, and I was calm, I can remember
The day had finally come, and then the first one started fine
I got into my room, and nothing seemed wrong at that time
Then hemoglobin, heart rate, and blood pressure dropped too
Heart In such distress, they rushed in, and called code blue
I woke up feeling strange, but glad I didn't wake up dead : )
It took a week to stabilize and two more weeks in bed
And after four long weeks, was released and on my own
They said six months of therapy and healthcare at my home
And now it is September, and I'm on my eighth transfusion
And after that first surgery, I'm going through much confusion
For as the second date approached, I couldn't even sleep
I just was so exhausted and so done with counting sheep
It was such a scary time, and that's why I am nervous
I try hard not to show it, but it's starting now to surface
The first one didn't go so well, and I am full of fear
So now I have to ask myself, just why am I back here?
| Author Notes |
I wrote this about the feelings I had when I went in for my second surgery in September.
It went remarkably well. And I am happy to say that at least for now I am taking a few steps on my own. They are slow and like baby legs after not using them for so many years. It was never my intent to ask for sympathy because of what happened in July, but to tell how happy I am that I did go through it and glad it is over. Thank you all for your ongoing prayers, as they truly do work. v |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I took my children into town to slide the hill in snow We saw some homeless people by a fire down below Parents tried to make them move, I said, downhill let’s go I said you have no right to judge, these people you don’t know A homeless little boy said, yes, we're living in our car We sure could use some friends who just like us for who we are ................................................................... Years later, I was picking up my grandson from his school I saw some teens who were about to break the golden rule My grandson pushed a wheel chair with a crippled girl inside The teen boys started teasing her, the little girl then cried My grandson said, you’re cruel, you think it’s easy in this chair Mean bullies just like you, should have to spend some time in there ...................................................... We went to the care center, to say goodbye to mom that day At 58, so frail and weak, her skin and hair were gray They put her in a chair, and heard some punks walk by and say So look at that old lady, looks like she’s wasting away My grandma’s dying of cancer, and she was so beautiful My son said, she can hear you, she is not delusional ........................................................................ Why do people look at things and judge from what they think No caring or compassion and their sense of values sink They might be homeless, crippled, sick or having a bad day But you could make a difference; offer help in some small way So when you see one needy, do not give them a cold shoulder Learn the beauty in their story; as eye of the beholder
By Debi Pick Marquette
So have you questioned a review, like did they read my post
And when they're done, you ask yourself, was this to be a roast
Many are really awesome; we can tell they read each line
But some will leave you thinking, am I sure they reviewed mine
And some are so spot on, and I applaud their honest tone
And then there's those I wonder, am I in the twilight zone
I cannot read long posts, until my eye surgeons correct
I have to pay my own, if I can't read, I don't collect
And feedback is the greatest gift; up there with a six star
How we improve, from day to day, and help us to go far
Some try to throw you off and pick at things so unrelated
But you're not fooling anyone, smug cannot be debated
I've heard one say, who cares, but is it fair to all the rest
The ones who follow all the rules and always do their best
Next time I read one just like that, so not to feel abused
I'll know that I am not the one, who really is confused
| Author Notes |
This was written for a friend who had gotten a disturbing review from someone, who obviously did not read her story, then proceeded to tear it apart because he didn't understand it. She was insulted and very hurt.
For myself as well, the only thing I will not not tolerate is not being read, (I had someone read a post about my dog and they said they were sorry my grandma died) And I despise disrespect and smug. I am human with feelings. All I ask is what I give out. When friends hurt, the mama bear comes out, and this is that result. Everyone who is reading this is the 99% of reviews who are awesome. And as I include feedback is so important. It is the only reason I feel myself improving daily. And most are so generous with six stars too. And as my friends that have been so great with your awesome reviews, I praise you as in this poem. I hope the humor shows that I mean no offense to anyone unless they feel the need to get their message across with rudeness. Thank you for reading!!! : ) https://youtu.be/rSeRE-UpdAkhttps://youtu.be/rSeRE-UpdAk |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I'm planning my own funeral
So you may get it right
Dad will not know who to call
He’ll pick a dress too tight
Do not let Susie do my hair
She screwed it up last time
Get someone from that Fancy Kare
Put on your father's dime
Don't choose flowers that make me sneeze
Get ones that will survive
Pick music from the great BeeGees
How ‘bout "Stayin' Alive"
When time to read my eulogy
Don't let my cousin speak
Ten years since she has talked to me
Some secrets she would leak
When read, it may be a surprise
Some things about your mom
I'll know, kids if you roll your eyes
Know where I’m coming from?
Have the obituary show
Newspaper's second page
Use picture from ten years ago
Don’t let them pad my age
If dad finds someone else too soon
Then takes her out to flaunt
Tell him that I'll sing him a tune
When I come down to haunt
While at the cemetery plot
Would you please hold my hand?
And please come visit me a lot
More than head buried in sand
/ And when it's time to bury me
You'll be at my grave sight
My last request is that I'll be
At rest with a night light
| Author Notes |
I steered away from serious family sentiments and spirituality, to keep this exactly how I meant it, just as a little humor poked at myself.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
Praying
Staying
preying
slaying
Jesus with Grace: Praying, Staying God
satan disgrace: preying, slaying fraud
| Author Notes |
You will never see me capitalize satan or anything to do with his evil.
To do so, would be putting some sort of importance in him, of which he has none. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
By Debi Pick Marquette
If we want to be forgiven, then we also must forgive
But this is not how God intended for us each to live
One night you didn't come home, till 3:30 next morning
You didn't even call me or give me any warning
I thought you knew the nanny was hired for the kids
You cheated your kids too; that's what this mom forbids
Technically you weren't in bed, but you were only on it?
You really must be kidding me; I'll soon write you a sonnet
For you and your assistant, neither one are very smart
Put you both together, and it still won't make one heart
You call it an addiction and you could not help yourself ?
But you helped yourself to others and you stored me on a shelf
You must feel so entitled that you give yourself a pass
If you ever cheat again, you're kicked out on your ass
I'll give you one more chance, but I'm warning you to stop it
'Cause if you cheat again, meet the next Lorena Bobbitt
| Author Notes |
Thankfully this is not my marriage. Yet I know too many, that it is theirs. I wrote this to raise awareness to abuse and the pain of infidelity in marriage. If you have a friend or family member who lives this lie, please reach out to be there for them, encourage and help them find a way out, if they are willing to take the help.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
The greatest glory in living, lies not in never falling,
but in rising every time we fall.
-Nelson Mandela
When you fall, get back up, dust it off and try again
Do not pay attention, to those who mock you or condemn
If I fall, I wait for help, think of poems that I'll write then
The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.
-Walt Disney
If you want it bad enough, shush it; grab and clutch
Stop babbling your way through life, without even a touch
I do get a lot done, but I love to talk too much
The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen. They must be felt with the heart.
-Helen Keller
For family and friends, love in our heart is how to see
My blind friends can see better, than some whose sight is free
I can't see you FS friends, but you mean the world to me
In all stages of your life, you'll have choices, bad and good
Happiness and less regrets, by choosing those you should
Find those that are of value, and always do your best
Make decisions that are close to God, and throw out all the rest
- Joyce Pick
Decisions in our life, we make one choice or another
Thinking only of yourself, can make you choke and smother
I ask myself, will God approve, then surely would my mother
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RED LETTERS= QUOTES.....,BLACK LETTERS= MY INTERPRETATIONS
{This is how I view the three black lines of each stanza} 1. The way I interpret it 2. Another way of seeing it 3. How it pertains to me (at times a way to laugh at myself) Acts of Kindness for Teachers"Â was named for my Mom, Joyce Pick, by Oprah Winfrey Oprah read and proclaimed this quote by my mom, for all to live by, on national television. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Writing about lemons, is nothing new to poetry
But there are times that lemons can fool you totally
. I don't believe all lemons, should be given equal ranks
Especially when sweetening, the lemon said, 'no thanks'
Looking at a lemon, you can't see the fruit inside
It can be so beautiful, but inside it has died
People are like lemons, make life sweeter or more sour
My mom warned me about these, that love or else devour
Lemons can have bad spots, that need to be cut out
Bitterness stuck in your mouth, like venom there's no doubt
But "a lemon that's a lemon?" You can't win, I know first hand
They'll steal from underneath you, so they should all be banned
.
Much like apples in a pail, a few don't spoil the bunch
Take the good and make yourself, a drink for your next lunch
Do what you must do, to keep the positive in life
Don't take the personality, of lemons that cause strife
I have a lemonade stand; a cup of how you choose
sweeten it with honesty, are just a couple do's
Serve with a clear conscience, are options we should use
One more thing that you should know, I don't supply the booze
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This was a little lesson taught to me by my mother. She said, lemons are not all created equal. That you must keep your eyes open to the ones who can make other things in life taste better, those that are just sour by nature, the ones that can make your life miserable without any thought of sweetening, and those that can destroy your vision for life by squirting their juice in your eye. I agree, to choose the ones that you are able to work with and make lemonade with them. All the others, as my mother always said,
Just spit it out and don't be foolish enough to try that one again. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
midnight blues won't disappear
~gold hearts live in fear~
white hope needed in new year
By Debi Pick Marquette
Do you feel superior, where you show off your art
Do you irritate your peers, thinking you're so smart
Your "l"phone full of selfies? you might need a restart
My diagnosis for you: you may need a new heart
Are you partial to a "No," why not try to say "Yes"
"No" is beneficial, when it keeps you free of stress
But "yes" opens more doors, for achieving great success
Less is mostly more {in life} and more is mostly less
You making any friends, from your pedestal on top
My dear, sooner or later, you most likely will drop
I do hate when I hear, anybody go ker~plop
Humility is priceless, humiliation stop!
By Debi Pick Marquette
I'm writing this letter, to remind you again You're no longer that young girl; it wasn't your sin Your childhood was taken before I intended A child and woman, too young they were blended "Don't let those events, define you and scar" "They're now in the past, they're not who you are" Some years had gone by, you thought life as a teen, Would help you forget what you lived and had seen Now once again, you would go through more hurt You felt so unclean; more filthy than dirt "Don't let those events define you and scar" "They're now in the past, they're not who you are" Then you were married, and mother of three Still haunted by ghosts; your life is not free If only those secrets, weren't forced to be kept And if maybe just once, you had finally wept "Don't let those events, define you and scar" "They're now in the past, they're not who you are" I'm thankful you let me back into your life Replaced goodness for evil. and joy for the strife Tormented affliction, is not so perplexed 'Cause Jesus is first and your family is next "These events shall define you and not leave a scar" "They now are your present; they are who you are" Forgiveness is key, mend some of the pain Pray for offenders, you'll heal and sustain No longer the hate, the fatigue and the strain Another New Year; your life's fresh as the rain . "These events shall define you, and not leave a scar" "They now are your present; they are who you are"
By Debi Pick Marquette
Each Christmas ~ and not just holidays,
lift your voice, love and kindness pays.
Jesus will guide all your days,
let His light shine always~
share with no delays,
feel healing rays,
burdens raise.
Christ saves~
Praise
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By Debi Pick Marquette
From the time we have Thanksgiving, in my dear son's humble home
To the time that I will sit and write, my joyful New Year's Poem
These feelings that come over me, they give me so much joy
My children feel the same; my precious two girls and a boy
I'd like to pay it forward, for who've not found their way yet
I do know what it's like, when you are trying to forget
Forget about the hurtful things, the sadness and depression
I'd like to help them feel the joy, of Jesus's Redemption
For starters you must learn, about the joy of His great birth
Then lead the joyful life, that God has meant for you on Earth
Next you'll feel joyfully new, as you are born again
Eventually you'll change again, on your way to Heaven
Enjoy the Season with loved ones; share their joy and grins
Rejoice in knowing He was born, to die just for our sins
Love each other all year long, like the joy of Christmas morn
Because God gave us so much joy, when Jesus Christ was born
| Author Notes |
Just had to write this after reading the prompt last night in, "God in our Life" Club.
Writing for Jesus, is so easy because the Great Author is the One who leads the way! |
By Debi Pick Marquette
If you were to ask, what leads me everyday
I'd say the Holy Trinity, and guidance when I pray
He convicts me of my sins, in my soul, I used to fear it
Now He keeps me righteous; He is the Holy Spirit
If you were to ask about my Wonderful Best Friend
The One who will be faithful, until the very end
God blesses us with friends; He truly wants to please us
But this Friend died for us,; He loves us and He's Jesus
If you were to ask, about the Best Love to mankind
Nothing can compare to it; No Greater Love you'll find
God blessed us with love stories, for which He was the Author
His Love is Perfect and So Pure; He is our Heavenly Father
It started with our God; Beginning and the End
God conceived the virgin birth, He promised He would send
Then Jesus died to save us; Holy Spirit; Helper, Friend
We will be with Them in Heaven, where Eternity we'll spend
| Author Notes |
Jimmy Fortune was one of the Statler Brothers and wrote many hits, including:
Elizabeth He' more than a Face on a Wall I Believe And many others |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Remember them and help today
For those without, please give and pray
For some, no money in the banks
On Thursday, let us all give Thanks
Remember holidays are hard
For those whose health is bad or scarred
Once joyful eyes, now sad and blank.
On Thursday, let us all give Thanks
Remember those who fought in wars
For many vets, are just closed doors
They fought on foot, planes, ships or tanks
On Thursday, let us all give Thanks
Remember cherished family
A gift of love, from God to thee
So laugh, have fun, do silly pranks
On Thursday, let us all give Thanks,
Remember how much you are blessed
God gave His Son for you, His Best
The Holy Trio, knows no ranks
On Thursday, let us all give Thanks
| Author Notes | Although I continue to talk about Thursday, we all know that we should be aware of the hardships of our fellowman, give, pray and give thanks everyday of the year. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Not sure I've seen any clouds quite so beautiful
I doubt that they are real, but this is what I know
If they were, they would be Clouds that are Divine
For sure they'd be the Work of God, and truly be a sign
A lovely thought that someday, together we could be
In a Paradise called Heaven, through all eternity
We'll write our poems or stories, perhaps in streets of gold
From the King of Kings first hand, exactly as it's told
Even though we're sinners, God so often tries to please us
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I love that I am saved, by our Lord and Savior, Jesus
These clouds are a reminder, that Jesus leads The Way
He'll ride that horse when He comes back
Soon on Judgement Day
By Debi Pick Marquette
~ClaraBelle Christine~
May your faith always be as strong, as it is today
You're still a child of God, but in a special mature way
I've watched you grow in stages, from crayons to a text
Each has been my favorite, not knowing what was next
Today will be my best ever, to see you get confirmed
It's the most important thing that you have ever learned
You're sixteen years and six foot one; you face things with a smile
You've lived your life so far, with an exemplary style
As your grandma, I pray daily that your days be free of strife
It gives me so much peace knowing that God's first in your life
There's one thing I must ask of you; it's more than just a favor
Please always keep your faith, and keepJesus as your Savior
I know I always tell you; I might another million times
I'll love you through Eternity, as long as God's Son Shines
~Your grandma Debi~
10~30~2022
| Author Notes |
ClaraBelle's being confirmed today, 10-30-2022. Unfortun/ately, because I have been sick I'm unable to attend. So in honor of this very special day in her life, I'd like to share the poem that I had written a couple weeks ago for her and put on a plaque for her.
This childhood picture of Clara has always been one of my favorites, as her personality shines through from a little girl unto today. When my husband brings home pictures of her, I will replace it with a Confirmation picture. |
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