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 :)

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Wow this is such a stunning tribute, simply marvellous....sentiments are adorable and beautiful :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes she is a good lady. Always a kind word for me. Thank you for writing a positive poem for a woman who make this site a good place to be. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[FJ Davis]

Judy Ponceby was the first person to welcome me to this website. Without a doubt, her kindness and constant support have kept me here. Still, I try not to hold that against her.
Lady Ponceby is an undeniably exuberant person. Sometimes, that endearing quality gets her in trouble, though.
There is a story going around that, as a young nurse, Judy had just returned to the hospital where she was then employed, after a two-week vacation.
One of her previous cases--an old man who, before she left, had been desperately ill--was now sitting up; looking considerably better. Obviously, this patient would soon be going home.
Nurse Judy quickly approached the man's bed and gave him quite a start when she suddenly enthused: "Well, you certainly look like you won't be around much longer!"
Guess, if I don't stop here, I'll turn my review into a "roast."
This is a wonderful poem about an even more wonderful person. As far as I'm concerned, she couldn't be given enough tributes.
There was a time in my life, when I could not properly appreciate the grace of this beautiful being, her ministering angel's generous spirit, the empathy--the love--that motivates her.
I could not express my affection for her; could not honor her, then.
I can and do, now. Many, many "hugs," dear lady.
Thank you, Christina, for the opportunity your fine poem has given me.

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

What would we do without good friends???? Their special gift to lift you up when all seems lost. Patient, caring and Inspiring. The gift of friends like Judy truly makes life exciting and enjoyable!! Congratulations to you both for your precious gift.

[Lily Mae]

A perfect tribute to a wonderful friend, woman and poetess:) She has it going on 24/7 :) Thank you Christina for sharing..xo