<?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-9546020</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:15:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy Arline Puckett</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry and lyrics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-115509117530008823</id><published>2006-08-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:12:51.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5204/699/1600/therose1seizeday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5204/699/1600/therose1seizeday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5204/699/320/therose1seizeday.jpg" width="792" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are a lot of fools,&lt;br /&gt;That walk away from love,&lt;br /&gt;With foolish games they play,&lt;br /&gt;They don't know,&lt;br /&gt;love doesn't come every day,&lt;br /&gt;But if love can come with burning flames,&lt;br /&gt;on a whim,&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fools,&lt;br /&gt;They take a heart with a touch,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking love's rules,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the heart to break,&lt;br /&gt;As if love wasn't worth much,&lt;br /&gt;Like a Hollywood film.&lt;br /&gt;Or the thorn on the rose's stem.&lt;br /&gt;They only leave pain.&lt;br /&gt;and a lonely heart in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;There is a piper to pay,&lt;br /&gt;They will wake up one day,&lt;br /&gt;But if love comes with a burning flame.&lt;br /&gt;On a whim,&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&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/9546020-115509117530008823?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/115509117530008823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=115509117530008823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/115509117530008823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/115509117530008823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2006/08/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-115509019061266386</id><published>2006-08-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:23:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;Carpe Diem/Seize The Day! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-115509019061266386?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/115509019061266386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=115509019061266386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pain,&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the grim reaper,&lt;br /&gt;Cain asked am I my brother's keeper?&lt;br /&gt;Now face to face with the wrath of God,&lt;br /&gt;Cain has become the man of Nod,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred had blackened his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Now a patron of the dark,&lt;br /&gt;There must have been mercy in God,&lt;br /&gt;For the man of Nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there was a light,&lt;br /&gt;That shined in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the prayer's of Eve,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Cain started to believe,&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if God spared the life,&lt;br /&gt;He let Cain find a mate ,and a wife,&lt;br /&gt;He let him build a city,&lt;br /&gt;The man of the sod,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of the man of Nod.&lt;br /&gt;He once was a wanderer,spared from the rod,&lt;br /&gt;God must have found mercy for the man of Nod.&lt;br /&gt;He had Abel's blood on His hand,&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about a man,&lt;br /&gt;That must have lived a life of pain.&lt;br /&gt;A wandering man,,,named Cain..&lt;br /&gt;He must have found God's mercy..&lt;br /&gt;I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the prayers of Eve,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somehow He rose from the flame,&lt;br /&gt;And God gave mercy to a man named Cain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-115508897057114107?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/115508897057114107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=115508897057114107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/115508897057114107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/115508897057114107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2006/08/man-named-cain.html' title='A Man named Cain'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-110265344760044205</id><published>2004-12-09T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:37:27.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song on the radio</title><content type='html'>I wish I could turn down the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Unplug the memories,&lt;br /&gt;of loving in vain,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dance in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;while the music plays slow,&lt;br /&gt;I wish love was a song,&lt;br /&gt;on the radio,&lt;br /&gt;That I could turn on ,&lt;br /&gt;and turn it down low,&lt;br /&gt;I'd play the song,all night long,&lt;br /&gt;With every beat of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;with all of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I wish love was a song,&lt;br /&gt;on the radio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-110265344760044205?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110265344760044205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=110265344760044205' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265344760044205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265344760044205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/song-on-radio.html' title='Song on the radio'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-110265337652803136</id><published>2004-12-09T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:36:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the tears in my eyes</title><content type='html'>You are the pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;There is no light in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Love disaapears as passion dies&lt;br /&gt;You are the tears in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Once you were the smile , I smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Once you made me feel young and wild,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as the stars in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Now you are the tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You are the pain in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;When love tears me apart,&lt;br /&gt;You are love's sweet lies,&lt;br /&gt;You are the tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You are the flame&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't stopped burning me yet,&lt;br /&gt;You are love's bittersweet regret,&lt;br /&gt;We watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;,but alone I watch the sun rise,&lt;br /&gt;You are the tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-110265337652803136?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110265337652803136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=110265337652803136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265337652803136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265337652803136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-are-tears-in-my-eyes.html' title='You are the tears in my eyes'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-110265323138998783</id><published>2004-12-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:33:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for a lifetime</title><content type='html'>Do you want to be in my world,&lt;br /&gt;and love when it's storming,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be loved by a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for love,&lt;br /&gt;like mine?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to love for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to make love,&lt;br /&gt;when it's raining?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to feel,what it's like?&lt;br /&gt;When the day turns to night,&lt;br /&gt;and  our love is still flaming,&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for love like mine?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to love for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to give everything,&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to reach for a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what loving each other will mean?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for love like mine?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to love for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me you know,&lt;br /&gt;It goes to the heart and soul,&lt;br /&gt;past my lips,to wanting more,&lt;br /&gt;Than we've ever felt before.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for love like mine?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to love for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-110265323138998783?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110265323138998783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=110265323138998783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265323138998783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265323138998783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-for-lifetime.html' title='Love for a lifetime'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-110265315544910156</id><published>2004-12-09T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:32:35.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other mother</title><content type='html'>One woman smiled,&lt;br /&gt;at her child,&lt;br /&gt;One woman cried,&lt;br /&gt;Her baby died.&lt;br /&gt;One woman let her child live,&lt;br /&gt;One woman let her child die,&lt;br /&gt;Both had so much to give,&lt;br /&gt;one mother smiled,the other mother cried.&lt;br /&gt;There were two women this morn&lt;br /&gt;One let her child be born,&lt;br /&gt;The other mother has to mourne,&lt;br /&gt;As she feels so empty inside,&lt;br /&gt;One mother smiles with pride,&lt;br /&gt;The other mother cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-110265315544910156?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110265315544910156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9546020&amp;postID=110265315544910156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265315544910156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9546020/posts/default/110265315544910156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/2004/12/other-mother.html' title='The other mother'/><author><name>Judy Arline Puckett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14964229933861653431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://judyarlinepuckett.250free.com/judyspics/apurplelady.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9546020.post-110265310360197561</id><published>2004-12-09T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:31:43.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail of Tears</title><content type='html'>From Mary's arms,&lt;br /&gt;To Calvary's storms,&lt;br /&gt;With the carpenter's nail,&lt;br /&gt;My sins disppears,&lt;br /&gt;In a trail of tears.&lt;br /&gt;From the manger in the stable,&lt;br /&gt;To a cross on the hill,&lt;br /&gt;From the dining table,&lt;br /&gt;where the last supper was more than a meal, ,&lt;br /&gt;As Jesus told His told time that grew near,&lt;br /&gt;With the carpenter's nail,&lt;br /&gt;My sins disappears,&lt;br /&gt;In a trail of tears.&lt;br /&gt;On the cross on the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Was where Mary would kneel,&lt;br /&gt;Where blood and tears fell,&lt;br /&gt;With the carpetner's nail,&lt;br /&gt;My sins disaapears,&lt;br /&gt;In a trail of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9546020-110265310360197561?l=judypuckett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judypuckett.blogspot.com/feeds/110265310360197561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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