Judy, Judy

The pompom queen, Judy Ponceby!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Judy, Judy

 

Have you ever seen a more precious face;

There's no face that could take her place;

After all the pain she has had to have seen,

To be such a funny girl, full of beans!

 

Judy has nerves of molded steel

And a love to give peace and heal;

She is all that we see as a nightingale;

She has seen the other side of Hell.

 

She has a smile broad enough to

Cover her heart and see her through;

She gives her all to the needy of us

And she is the angel of our trust.

 

Judy, Judy, don't ever forget me,

If, someday, I need you beside me,

Because you are the wind of breath

And the flower, at the time of death.

 

Judy, sweet Judy, you are so alive;

You give my dying life some drive;

From you I know the next place,

My God with a smile upon His face.

 

Being Cheeky

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Skipping through the forest,
Laughing with delight,
Glimpsing my sweetheart,
Off to the right.

Sneaking up closely,
Taking a peek.
Watching him moving,
I do not speak.

Silently climbing,
Up and out on a limb.
Taking some acorns,
And grinning down on him. 

Watching him move,
unaware of my perch.
Thinking how funny,
He's going to lurch.

Taking careful aim,
Then glancing about,
I whack him on the head,
And he gives a shout.

Laughing, and swinging,
Out on a limb.
Hanging upside down,
And grinning at him.

First he was scowling,
Looking quite mad.
Now he is smiling,
And, boy, am I glad.

Still hanging there,
My knees over the limb,
He approaches me slowly,
And I get a kiss from him.

His hands on my face,
His heart in his eyes.
Kissing so sweetly,
With fun undisguised.

Slipping from my perch,
I settle in his arms.
Feeling so safe,
Loving his charms.

Not a thing could be better,
than being this close.
with his heart to my heart
his nose to my nose

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

O, grrrrr...

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Random silliness...

O, grrrrrrrrrr.............

             

        Stepped on a thorn!

O, grrrrrrrrrr...........

 

         Size of a horn.

O, grrrrrrrrrr.........

Flesh all torn.

O, grrrrrrrrrr.............

So forlorn.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

 

Author's Note

Written in tribute to Judy Ponceby of this site!

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

OMG! I am sooo honored and a bit overwhelmed :) You are far too kind. I love this piece. Thank you most kindly. :) And indeed, I do believe and have written that God smiles on us with his blessings. And so God has smiled on me with your tribute. :) How wonderful :)

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what a lovely tribute

[Dayran]

Being true has never been one thing but a combination of numerous many, too many to take them apart and say securely that it is mostly this. We can't. An angel who hangs upside down to accept a kiss from her lover will step on a thorn when she lands with her feet. He would have wanted to move his hands further up. A poem that speaks of many things, but mostly about finishing what one starts.

[Liza]

that's so sweet! Kindness goes a long way - we see the effects here - lovely!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Awesome work, that's for sure!

[Sakib]

A great tribute. I liked this poem. This has a nice flow. Great write. :)

[Jamie S.]

Wonderfly written poem, I feel like I know you now Judy and you sound like a beautiful soul. Thank you for sharing :)

[penless writer]

It is sweet!!
And awesome!!

[James Darrow]

Beautifully well written, very well done Christina. It is also refreshing to see a tribute to those among us, even though I (sadly) haven't had the pleasure of knowing Judy.

[Mark]

Well, I reckon I'm the only writer at WC who doesn't know and cherish Judy! A fault I hope to correct shortly! Thank you for the lovely tribute to your friend, and friend to so many, Christina!

[Rene Velez]

really beautiful, and I agree Judy is special, and a dear sweetheart, she truly is awesome.