By Debi Pick Marquette
I'm using my one hundredth post to send you all a rose
To all of my dear friends; each day more friendship grows
This lovely writing family; I'm so happy that I chose
The feeling that I have for you; I'm praying that it shows
I'd like to raise my glass to you and make a cherished toast
This may be a milestone, but more than just a post
My way of saying thank you to my friends and to our host
I see your souls so vividly; you're lovelier than most
If I could make a speech for you, I fear I'd never quit
There's no one I could stand to miss, not even for a bit
Some are kind, some are sweet and others have such wit
You're like a Worldwide puzzle; I'm so thankful that I fit
…………………………………………………………………………
(Special recognition for a few that go the extra mile)
I truly thank you Margaret; you're there for me each day
I also thank you Helen for the prayers you send my way
Gary for your friendship and your awesome interview
I'm sure without you Terry, I just wouldn't have a clue
My friend and brother Nomi for the soon upcoming favor
Karenina, for your kindness and the friendship that I savor
So honored by the gifts Sally; they really were the best
We'll celebrate together Pam; this birthday and the rest
And Jan you are so helpful, I'm so happy you're a friend
I wish I could keep going, but this poem would never end
By Debi Pick Marquette
The greatest love that she has in her life is Jesus Christ
God gave His Son to us knowing that He'd be sacrificed
And with her aunt and uncle, she sang praises to the Lord
Was in the Gospel Trio, and to hear was sweet reward
The man who has her heart and loves her is her husband, Tom
At twenty-two years old is when she first became a mom
They both had wanted children, so rejoiced to have a son
And they were thrilled when he was born, and called him Jonathon
A couple sweet more miracles, for them new life begins
Cause ten years later, Tim and Jeremy were born as twins
When Diagnosed with MS, it was truly a hard day
And sadly her dear sister, all too soon would pass away
And when her sons had grown up, two of them each took a bride
| Author Notes |
The Teri in this birthday story in a poem is Teri-7.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
Her real name is Shari, but her pen name is Spitfire It is so very fitting, she's someone we all admire They moved a lot when every year he got a new promotion They settled then in Florida, close to the southern ocean Finally she would become a permanent home buyer Taught English for twenty five years and then she would retire Christopher, her son and wife They live twenty five miles Grandkids ~ Alex and Anna Gives grandma lotsa smiles She wrote two full length comedies ~ she really does inspire And she performs the Theatre ~ reports a hometown crier Daughter, Nichole and husband They moved to Hollywood They both have wonderful careers And doing very good She loves to sing Karaoke with her mic and amplifier She often acts ands sing on stage, alone or with a choir Then about four years ago, her Frank would pass away Shari really misses him, most every single day We hope you know how much we care, and for you we will pray If we could give a gift to you, make you a frequent flyer So you could see your daughter more, much to your heart's desire We wish you so much happiness, we'd love to lift you higher ***************************************** Happy Birthday Shari You're our very own Spitfire!
| Author Notes |
All red text is for the purpose of the rhyming with her name, 'Spitfire'. Photo or artwork is animation of a spitfire flyer. (fun red hair included) lol
I learned a BIG lesson when I wrote Shari's poem completely from FS editing and that was never do it again. I had hours of writing wiped out and not sure how, so I had to start again from scratch. I had never tried it before so just wanted to warn that it is not worth it. Do your work elsewhere and save it. Normally I do mine in Notes for iPad or Word. Merry~go~Rhyme Rules: 1~must rhyme 2~must be fun 3~normal line stanzas with a fun line or 2 between each stanza (for the up and down carousel effect) Usually done in just one rhyming word 4~ does not have to follow stress or meter rules 5~ what matters most after rhyming is Information to get out there in small patches. Does not have to be grammatically correct. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Most will call her Margaret, but her pen name is Late Bloomer
When meeting her you won't forget her lovely sense of humor
It started 'bout a year ago; she read some posts of mine
I read her back, amazed us so, things started to align
The first Time that I heard this phrase, it came to me from you
"And we've been using it since then, my Sweet SOTU"
We all have a story, but at times they're hard to share
We turned some into glory, when we show how much we care
All these similarities and still the same reply.
These awesome same hilarities that neither could deny
Every time we talked, it seemed like we found something new
"We took the path God led and called it Sweet SOTU"
One big difference that I see, is where we both came from
Her, Manhattan, NYC ~ I'm her Minnesota chum
I've three children, so does she, so we keep playing the game
Same age within eight months are we; our husband's are the same
I love our chats with coffee, only so much we can do
"So that's what I look forward to, my Sweet SOTU
So many ways and many things; just two peas in a pod
I have so many blessings, and for her I thank you, God
She may not write like she once did, but has great information
But reviews us all the time, yet barely gets a nomination
And from the heart, we say it straight; we don't need to rehearse
"After all we are Sweet Sisters of this (great big) Universe"
| Author Notes |
All lines (except SOTU stanzas) have internal and end rhyme
Another for great women of History month. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Today is our dear Anne's birthday For her a big shout out I have a little bit to say Of what she's all about You do not have to be here long To know just who she is Her presence like a sweet soft song Which sings of Christian bliss She's served the Lord since childhood And says she's made mistakes Her life now led by what is good The difference she makes Three children and six grandchildren She's blessed as she can be She loves and always prays for them Her loving family At Black and Decker, worked for years And twenty three retired Her sweet devotionals bring tears So many are inspired This woman is special to us Let's all do what we can To show her love and make a fuss So Happy Birthday Anne
| Author Notes | The Anne that I write about is our beloved Anne Johnston here at FanStory, who is a dear friend to most of us here. This picture is an internet picture, and not Annes home. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Not only is she lovely, but so much fun to explain
She started life in Denmark, the last twenty years in Spain
As far as what her plans are now, that's where she will remain
Some places where she goes when she walks down memory lane
Her daughter, husband, and three girls from Denmark that she misses
She doesn't see them all enough, but sends them love and kisses
She traveled 'round the world; this woman you cannot contain
From South America to the Far East were her domain
She's half American, yet there she never did retain
Sailed yachts in the high seas, for years in calm and stormy rain
A personal dear Ulla fact is she's been married twice
When she reviews, her comments are respectful and precise
A flight attendant, twenty years on a passenger plane
Her writing started as a dream, one she hoped to obtain
She doesn't brag about herself; not even close to vain
Respectful to other's beliefs, if hers doesn't pertain
She published book about the art of writing a Haiku
And now her second one is very close to being through
Raise a glass for her whether it's water or champagne
We're far apart but close in ways, together we will reign
A party here at FanStory, for you we'll entertain
Happy Birthday Ulla, you're part of our World wide chain
| Author Notes |
Merry-go~Rhymes Rules:
1~must rhyme 2~must be fun 3~normal 4 line stanzas with a fun line or 2 between each stanza (for the up and down carousel effect) 4~ does not have to follow a meter |
By Debi Pick Marquette
John's from New York, he lives upstate
He writes of what he can relate
He has been writing many years
And loves to read the work of peers
The best accomplishment he's had
When his two sons made him a dad
As Keegan learned some of his tips
He is a fine writer of scripts
John will always have their backs
His Eric plays an awesome sax
In a band called, "Ten Most Wanted"
John is proud, I hope he's flaunted
A man who's kind to everyone
He loves to laugh and have some fun
Retired now so loves to irk
His friends who still all have to work
Sadly, I have some bad news
John can't do too many reviews
He somehow has injured his neck
Please take some time on him to check
One of a kind, a man with heart
'You're top ranked on a "Most Loved" chart
You're right up there with Amazon
We wish you Happy Birthday John
By Debi Pick Marquette
For our dear Regina, here's a birthday cake buffet
And all she has to do for us~ is have a grand ole day
New York City was the first place, she'd ever call home
Life for her would change after deciding where to roam
At 22, she joined the Navy; it would change her life
There she met her Mike, and asked if she'd become his wife
Their daughter's name is Adrienne, she's given them such joy
And also she has given them a sweet grand girl and boy
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She moved to Carolina and has been there since that day
Then in 2020, her dear Mike would pass away
We are all so sorry for your heartache and your loss
We're glad you have your faith,
I'm sure you take it to the cross
Regina is so talented and knows what it will take
To put her artist masterpiece on canvas or a cake
Swimming and Cross country; two sports that she was in
Add her love for horses, she was so equestrian
She loves her poetry; acrostic, free verse or haiku
All except the rhyming, she leaves that to me and you
She honors every Veteran, to them she will stay true
She's loyal to her country and she bleeds red white and blue
Regina, here's some birthday love
from The FanStory Nation
And hope you had some fun at your "Regina's Celebration!"
| Author Notes |
Regina Elliot is the author that we are wishing a happy birthday to. If you don't know her, please check her out. You won't be disappointed
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By Debi Pick Marquette
To the love of your life, you had to say goodbye
We do not understand why Aaron had to die
Becky, my Goddaughter, I don't know what to say
Dear God, can't we please, just go back another day
You were so in love and found happiness at last
You barely had a start, and the past was in the past
He adored your kids like a dad in every way
Dear God, can't we please, just go back another day
Your kids loved him too, soon in marriage, you would blend
Life as a family, the four of you would spend
Your world as you know it, has left and gone astray
Dear God, can't we please just go back another day
I do not know the whats, and I sure don't know the why's
I wish I knew the way to stop the tears from your eyes
An answer to your question of why he couldn't stay
Dear God, can't we please, just go back another day
A horrifying tragedy; it's hard to face tomorrow
I'm thankful for the friends, who pray for all your sorrow
A medical condition; but no one else would pay
Dear God, can't we please, just go back another day
God will care for all of you, and He will guard your heart
One day it will be easier, and then the peace will start
But now it's devastating; Lord, hear me as I pray
Dear God, can't we please, just go back another day
| Author Notes |
On his way home from work late last night, Aaron must have had a medical condition or blackout because his car accelerated into a tree and was killed instantly.
(We are thankful he didn't hit anyone else) He has had this happen once before, but thought if was a one time thing. Everyone is devastated and ask for prayers for our dear Becky and her kids; and his family too. Aaron is also a friend of our kids, helped with our cropland and lived just down the road from us. For us the hardest is knowing what it is doing to my sweet other daughter, Becky An autopsy is being done today; we should know the results soon I am handling it the way I always handle stress and sadness: I write a poem. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Happy Birthday Linda!
You have us all under your spell
And when I think of you, I think about the Letter L
You're Lovely and so Lively, and you Listen; we can tell
Your Large heart has no Limits to the Lengths that you will go
While you pray for others, your faith continues to grow
We hear your Laughter in your words and see your face aglow
You're always Lifting spirits with your Lavishing reviews
So Lighthearted with comments of the post that you peruse
We have a Lasting friendship that we never want to Lose
Happy Birthday Linda!
We think that you're so beautiful
A Lady~Like demeanor and your writing's musical
You're Loyal to The Lord; for you, that's not unusual
You come from Illinois; you Live your Life from not so far
We wish you'd write a book to tell us more of who you are
A Literary Log for us, we'll rate you a six star
Sugar, spice, and all that's nice; that's what you are made of
We hear your kind and caring voice, like a sweet morning dove
We're blessed and thankful you were sent to us from up above
Happy Birthday Linda!
We have your heart; you have our Love!
| Author Notes |
This birthday wish is for our own l.raven. She has been a member since Aug. 2010
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By Debi Pick Marquette
| Author Notes |
Merry~go~Rhyme
Rules: 1~must rhyme with a bounce 2~must be fun and kind 3~normal 4 line stanzas 4~ a fun line or 2 between stanzas (for the up and down carousel effect) does not have to follow a meter |
By Debi Pick Marquette
She walks into our life each day With elegance and poise A Meryl Streep type you might say She doesn't make much noise Woman of God who loves to pray ~ What she truly enjoys A quiet presence with a smile And yet her voice is heard Her writing goes the extra mile Puts meaning to each word An English Teacher’s review style ~ Great feedback is conferred Her lovely pen name is Sanku Includes husband Kumar How awesome that she adds him too They're like a duo star Loves books, music and Sudoku ~ She's her own Avatar She just got back from Singapore Two granddaughters she saw Their ages are just eight and four She loves being a grandma One son lives there, and one son more ~ Calicut, India To try to type her name, Santha You better double check Or you will be surprised, haha! And you will not connect You'll get the North Pole guy, Santa ~ Good ole' autocorrect For all the lovely things you do ~ A Merry~go~Rhyme just for you Since your religion is Hindu~ We get a personal guru A Happy Birthday Dear Sanku! We hope you know that we love you
| Author Notes |
Santha's birthday is on Friday, May 5th, so was going to post this at Midnight on May 5th our time. But when I checked India's time difference, the best of my knowledge, they are 12 hours ahead of us.
So it is actually already her birthday, even tho it's May 4th at 6:00 PM here. Merry~go~Rhyme Rules: 1~Rhyming to make it go around 2~must be fun 3~normal 4 line stanzas with a fun line or 2 (or more) between each stanza (for the up and down carousel effect) 4~ does not have to follow a meter |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Today is yours, Mel's~Birth~May~Day
You're sunshine when the skies are grey
Your giving kindness leads the way
Imagine me with more to say
Sweet and caring daughter in~love
Jason's is the sixth of May
You live next door, not far away
Your values-ethics, never sway
Our grandsons ~ growing more each day
Son and grandsons ~ full of love
We hope that you can get away
At least buffet or nice cafe
The boys can either go or stay
An extra gift that we will pay
Within our hearts, we send our love
Your card's a poem within essay
Like flowers in a word bouquet
We love you all ~ that's no cliche
Forever gift, I'll always pray
Prayer ~ the greatest gift of love
| Author Notes |
A birthday card in Merry~go~Rhyme and Monorhyme for my son's and his wife's birthdays.
The rules for Merry~go~Rhymes; 1- along with your normal four line stanzas, they have to have something extra in between to make them go up and down like a carousel 2- they must be Merry or Fun 3- they have to rhyme at the end of the normal stanzas Mono rhymes are the same ending sound, but is optional in Merry go~Rhymes |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Her birthday, April Twenty Six
From her awesome land, down under
Almost like a bag of tricks
My mind just seemed to wander
So on her day, I couldn't fix
I did not have a photograph
To her, that doesn't matter
And I don't need to make her laugh
Instead my poetry chatter
This pic I found on her behalf
Her Prose/Poetry beautiful
She sweetly spoils her muse
With feedback that's so useable
You can't beat her reviews
And all of it so suitable
Was married over fifty years
But a few short years ago
She had to say goodbye, with tears
To the man whom she loved so
She's doing much better, it appears.
She's a gem to all who know her
A lovely diamond in the skies
A ruby if you would prefer
A Pearl within our eyes
Who's Precious like no other
Your day with family was great
Memories will never end
Dear Valda, it's never too late
Our love to you we send
For that you'll never wait
| Author Notes |
My Merry~go~Rhyme poems don't need to be in meter, must be in a fun format, stanza's out of the ordinary four lines, and they must rhyme. This one for Pearl Edwards (Valda) is ABABA
I accidentally misplaced Valdas birthday info, and didn't realize it until last night. By then I was so tired from being w siblings all day, so decided to wait until I was better rested. Valda was so gracious to allow me an extra day for her birthday greeting. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Christmas Eve as children, was memorable each year
A time that love shone brighter, like an annual souvenir
But seven kids with families, it's hard to fit them all
Each Christmas you offered your home, so we could still recall
.
Diane, her kids, their old pontoon, could not go to the lake
You pulled them ‘round your yard, a better memory you'd make
You bought it and you fixed it up, once Roger heard God's call
A gift to Diane's family, that she'll always recall
Barb was thinking of a time, you helped her learn to drive
You didn't think about yourself, or if you would survive : )
You stayed and went to work with her, until almost that Fall
A special Summer for you both, that Barb loves to recall
Joyce remembers catching frogs and putting them in pails
Went to town to bait shops, where you would make some sales
You said she did good for a girl, didn't freak or start to bawl
An awesome memory she has, forever she’ll recall
Debi loves that after you, the next spot she would claim
When older sisters left, "one of the boys" she soon became
You’ve always been her hero, and you have since she was small
Some of the things she thinks of, when it's her time to recall
We love you, Greg, with all our hearts; to us you're ten feet tall!
Relationships so close that never needs to reinstall
You are great, there's no debate, we're four who know it all
We have been Blessed ~ Given the Best! Your Sisters All Recall!
| Author Notes |
Thanks for reading my poem for my brothers 70th. The recalling stories won't mean much to anyone but us, but I still thought I would share it w my other family, you!
I talk about becoming one of the boys after our three older sisters left home, because there were two more boys. Unfortunately we lost our oldest and our youngest brothers when they were both in their forties. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I loved you back then, I still love you now
But we married when, we didn't know how
'Cause I was so young, but thought you were great
Our friends were among, who said we should wait
Thought we were in love, so we would elope
And then stood above, a slippery slope
When we said I do, at first we played house
Did not have a clue, of life with a spouse
There were some who fought, with all of their gloom
And also had thought, our marriage was doomed
Some days could be long, when we had a fight
You were Mr wrong, I was Mrs Right
With all of the tests, Docs said God forbids
But then He would bless, with three awesome kids
At first it was said, it never would last
When we go to bed, that day's in the past
As we look back now, was not always fun
But we took a vow, that made us just one
I loved you from near, and loved from afar
Now do you still fear, I wanted your car
And maybe tonight, 'cause it's been too long
It would feel so right, to dance to our song
Spent most of my life, with you, Glen my Dear
Much love from your wife, at our Fifty Year
| Author Notes |
This has always been "Our Song" since the first time we heard it.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
I knew that he taught math in school, and did it for ten years I wasn't sure why he had stopped and then had changed careers Then working in the fishing trade, seemed like an awesome life Been married 57 years to his sweet and lovely wife But here he helps so many, like a teacher still on call And always does it from his heart, because he’s our friend, Paul He published his first book of poems, which I just now found out So I dug more into his life, to see what he's about His picture shows a handsome man, of course that is the truth Was time you spent by the water, perhaps Fountain of Youth? This awesome writing family, won't let each other fall Your reviews show us this quality, our loyal dear friend, Paul He might be one of very few who lives in USA Who has a clue what we go through on the worst Winter’s day He lives a little farther north than Minnesota state From Maine, I have a feeling that he really can relate If you see him in the hall, give the best present of all Wish him well and make him feel, like he is ten feet tall! We hope your day is wonderful; go have yourself a ball
And while you do, we wish for you, a Happy Birthday, Paul
| Author Notes |
My Merry~go~Rhyme poem for Paul McFarlands birthday
Rules of these poems: they must be fun, with more than just four line stanzas, and have a feeling of swing in the rhyming poem |
By Debi Pick Marquette
It has been confirmed and no longer mystified
I did a little search and admitted I had spied
I couldn't be a true blue friend, if I hadn't tried
And you know me, all too well
Your birthday you can't hide
He'll send a YouTube video for a kindly shout
I love to hear his stories, no matter what they're 'bout
Adored his spitter nephews, each one like a Boy Scout
If he would read aloud to us,
"Tom (T Hall) Eat your heart out!"
A fact that many didn't know; he loves collecting art
For me, he's like a mentor, and has been from the start
His common sense is key, like a horse in front of cart
Zoey's not far from his mind,
And Never from his heart
He takes such pride in Texas; the great Lone Six Star State
He'll be there where he's needed, and first one to donate
I'm happy just to have a chance to toast and celebrate
Happy Birthday Terry
Our review; you are Top Rate!
| Author Notes |
The only rules of my "Merry~go~Rhymes," is that they should be fun, a little different than your normal 4 line stanzas and they must rhyme.
I just realized this is another Milestone! So happy to share it with such a great friend! Everyone's great friend, Terry Broxson! |
By Debi Pick Marquette
We have some friends that we both share, whom God has given us
And we both love them all, but there is one thing that we trust
Our friendship that we hold so tight and never will let go
Is such a rare occurrence, not just everyone will know
Some forty years ago, we came into each other’s lives
We both loved playing cards, that's when our husbands joined the jives
You worked out; I worked from home, which helped your daycare needs
Then soon the flowers bloomed, where God had planted all the seeds
Your mom would call us sisters; I’m the one you never had
And we’ve lived up to that, in all the good times and the bad
We raised our kids together; even granddaughters are close
Could we see it one more time, with “greats?” only God knows
You are more than just unique; My best of all of the rest
I know you, better than you, so I know I’ve been blessed
Another forty years, I hope to sense your loving touch
Besides, I need to keep you near, ’cause you know way too much
| Author Notes | ' |
By Debi Pick Marquette
He's a wonderful man, from his head to his feet
He's kinder than kind, but he's strong as concrete
A great writer, reviewer and friend who's so neat
He's as good of a man as you ever will meet
His name, Nolan Miller, to his family and wife
He's Nomi to us, in this virtual life
To me, a big brother; one who's always so sweet
He's as good of a man as you ever will meet
I was honored to interview Nomi last year
There were times in the Service, that many would fear
But he fears only God, and knows not defeat
He's as good of a man as you ever will meet.
It's so obvious that we all think he is great
Our time here together, is God's gift of fate
Without men like him, our world's, soon obsolete
He's as good of a man as you ever will meet
You missed by a day, you are no April Fool
You joke about things, your sense of humor's so cool
Happy Eightieth Nomi, you make our life complete
You're as good of a man as we ever will meet
By Debi Pick Marquette
I have to say hooray for one more new girl here, today
I stopped to say hello and welcome her
She started just this year; I think she's made it very clear
This just may be the site that she'll prefer
She's given us a glimpse into her life with many limps
We had in common more than I would guess
Like me; nothing to hide and always looks on the bright side
My lupus is sister to her MS
Our health may tell us nope, yet we allow ourselves to hope
As I do for others, I will pray for you
It's good to recognize, in everyone there's a surprise
You will love it here; 'cause that's what we all do
You can't put in a nutshell, when there is so much more to tell
We look forward just to know you bit by bit
Alexandra you are Great and like to give you this update
So welcome; I predict you'll be a hit!
| Author Notes | Another Tribute in Honor of Women's History Month |
By Debi Pick Marquette
This day is your birthday and I have a small request Could I make a couple wishes for you too? If I am allowed, this is what I want for you That your day is only meant to be the best Do the things that you love most and do not compromise Puzzles, words and crosswords are your fun Whatever makes you smile, when with your family on the run Make your birthday joy, an extra supersize You are such a lovely woman, and a dear and special friend I've known you since the first day that I came I think you have reviewed every post that I proclaim Hope we'll all be here together till the end And now your second family joins you in your second home To tell you Happy Birthday one more time I hope that you enjoyed my combo fun Merry-go-Rhyme And that you tolerate my sillious poems ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little silly! I'd like to take a moment to say Happy Birthday Joan I found out not that long ago Where it is you call home You actually are just close enough For me to throw a stone Or even better yet For me to ask you for a loan I'm sure you're happy you didn't tell The numbers of your phone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope your day is wonderful Our dear~one, dragonpoet After the last stanza You may tell me where to stow it One nice thing 'bout living here Lawn soon won't need to mow it If there's a candle on your cake Then I really hope you blow it One more thing 'bout having birthdays May you never soon out grow it
| Author Notes |
My Merry~go~Rhyme poems are a combination of serious + silly = Sillious
Anything goes as long as they rhyme |
By Debi Pick Marquette
All of the women I know here, are wonderful and great
We build each other up while helping others to create
Respectful views and feedback, while you also illustrate
Some sound advice to new ones, as you help initiate
I love hearing the great news, of a dear friend's health update
She may need some TLC, but you don't hesitate
A person who has done quite well, you always celebrate
To make their day with kindness, as you then congratulate
No place is always perfect, so we must communicate
They don't look down their noses and do not judge or berate
And won't assume a heart, unless their shoes they navigate
Instead see good in everyone; it's such an awesome trait
Some tell about their kids, or maybe, "Grand and also Great"
I do not have the "Great" yet, but I fear I'll have a wait
If not allowed to share our faith, I'd worry 'bout my fate
God wants us to love all; I think we do accommodate
Our physical and mental health, we can't manipulate
This is a happy healthy place, where we all congregate
I love this second family; my heart will say it straight
You are the "Greatest Women," here at FanStory Estate
By Debi Pick Marquette
She's Sassy! Cute! For sure an absolute Delightful spirit in most every way She may be new, but I somehow have a clue Sweet Jessica, I'm sure is here to stay If that is not enough Let me tell you she is tough Talented! Smart! Her writing's from her heart Contest wins that we've already seen Determined! Wise! But will not compromise Her integrity; so honest and serene If it's going to make her frown Then she knows not to back down Yes, she'll fight, for what she knows is right If needed she'll become a mama bear She won't say yes, to maybe or a guess While keeping her dear loved ones from despair You will want to read her more Her sweet girls you will adore Morgan who's nine; she's filling in each line While writing so that she can be like mom Cami, in first grade, knows she has it made A mini me of who this cutie's from Just a couple inside jokes As I give us both some pokes It gives me pride to see us side by side Competing should be fun for strong or weak And then the truth will show up in the booth While dancing neck to neck, or cheek to cheek
| Author Notes |
Jessica Wheeler joined FanStory in February of this year, and I thought for those who have not met her yet, or seen any of her beautiful work, I would introduce you. Stop by and give a friendly hello, also check out her growing portfolio.
Last stanza jokes I referred to is, Jessica and I not only met during reviews but also when it seemed we were going back and forth in our placing in the voting booth. After noticing that, I wrote her a congrats in her profile and said that it seemed we were alway going neck to neck on the back and forth results. Then last week when we tied, I told her that it was't neck to neck any longer, but cheek to cheek. I challenge all to pick a new girl or woman (or any other woman you admire for their strength or courage and write about them, for Women's History Month. Written as one of my Merry~go~Rhyme Poems, where anything goes as long as it rhymes. Written in: AA B CC B D D |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Most everybody knows how strong this woman tends to be
She'll crack you up while serious, at times with poetry
She's clever, sweet, hilarious, with just a touch of shy
I hope she knows in friendship, she's the apple of my eye
It's not so strange that she has captured everybody's heart
A caring helpful friend that never fails to do her part
Her faith gives her the strength she needs, as to exemplify
Please God take care of her, she is the Apple of Your Eye
One of the kindest women that I truly ever met
For sure she's not the type that we could ever soon forget
She said it's possible that she may have to say goodbye
We know she loves us too, perhaps the apple of her eye?
She knows she has some options, she could be a butterfly
Fly in and out as she sees fit, just like this certain guy
Whatever she decides, others will join me when I cry
We love you Karenina, you're the apple of our eye
| Author Notes | A tribute to Karenina portrays our feelings for her in any month or any situation, but is partly for March's Women's Month, and one of the strong women I plan on honoring this month. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
We started both a year ago; were friends before we knew
We chatted about many things, that we both like to do
We had a common bond, but we sure never had a clue
One day when I was thanking her for such a nice review
I shared my birthday; then she said that it was her day too
It seems so strange that both of us, on the same day were born
A funny feeling to know one who also signs a form
Who adds your date of birth to theirs; it’s really not the norm
We've known the same amount of days, on this Earth I inform
She's such a special woman, who's so loving, kind and warm
Now Pam is leaving for a while to help her knowledge grow
She promises to pop in here, review and say hello
We are the Bobsy Twins, but there is something you don’t know
Now we’re actually triplets, ‘cause another joined the show
Dr Nad was six days late, just like a guy to be so slow. : )
There are some stormy rough seas, in your life you must comply
You are an awesome writer, to improve we all must try
We’ll miss you, but wish you the best; of this we can’t deny
Somehow, someday we’ll do 5k, on that you can rely
We love you more than words can say, so we won’t say goodbye
| Author Notes |
This tribute is for Pam Lonsdale, who is going through some health concerns for her husband as well as taking a little leave to improve her already wonderful writing skills. She promises to pop in and out to review and say hi.
I made this a little different as there are five lines in each stanza. I did it this way because she is such a unique and special lady. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
GOLDEN YEARS
By Gil Broxson (Terry Broxson's Dad)
So here is to the Golden Years
Time of peace, too late tears
But still, as far as I can see
It ain't what it's cracked up to be
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Think of your life as souvenirs
Take time to spend with all your dears
Special moments; many cheers
So gather friends for a few beers
Tell grandkids about rabbit ears
Or 'bout a store they once called Sears
Spread love and happy, joyful tears
Start writing, learn some new careers
Like me, you'll find some awesome peers
"So here is to the Golden Years"
Keep your positivity
I want to keep living right here
Kids, don't take it personally
I need my bright side~atmosphere
I need my own dear family
Not doctors, nurses, volunteers
I'm tough and have my dignity
But won't take any old age jeers
You cannot live my life for me
"Time of peace, too late for tears
It is my life, yet I'm not free
How do you know that I won't flee?
We promise we'll be there daily
I'll stay, but please come back for me
Other's worse to a degree
With them I will give empathy
Stay true to Christianity
But hard to keep my memory
Not sure where is my destiny
"But still as far as I can see"
They say I'm at death's door that's near
They treat me like a kid who's three
It's them who's deaf; no longer hears
Since I'm the kid I'll be naughty
Give them bull and lots of steers
Tell party tales of Boston tea
And settling as pioneers
I'm on my way to next journey
So what'd I think of Golden years?
"It ain't what it's cracked up to be"
| Author Notes |
1st part of structure 4 lines from Gil Broxson's poem rhymes- years & tears - be & see
1st - rhymes with all years & tears words 2nd- rhymes alternate between see and years. 3rd- rhymes all see & be words 4th- rhymes alternate between see and year again , |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I have another prayer request, for a mutual friend
She will be so grateful, for any get well notes you send
On steps with a shop vac, Karenina took a fall
In hindsight, it is not what she meant to do at all
As she lost her balance, the heavy vacuum went
Flying down the steps with her, and landed on cement
She's battered, bruised and also, she has a broken foot
She wished she thought this thru, if only she still could
We call us Thelma and Louise; I'll say on her behalf
I know I'd let her down, if I didn't make her laugh
Speaking humerus; might've too broken that bone
Looking on the bright side, she won't have to wear a cone
We know that the last few months, haven't been her best
But isn't this a bit extreme, to finally get some rest
Thelma cannot jump, but she'll soon learn how to scoot
Sad that she malfunctioned; needs to lay back and re~boot
Anyone who's had tough luck,, knows it's nice to hear
From a friend or a peer, who's spreading lots of cheer
Please feel better soon, 'cause we love you and we care
We all send you well wishes, and are lifting you in prayer
By Debi Pick Marquette
Our dear Sandra Mitchell, has been very sick She's in the hospital, without her spirited kick I am so very thankful, that she has let me share For Sandra our dear friend, please lift her up in prayer Blood and chest infection, is latest what I hear Also has a virus; give support and lots of cheer It's been extremely rough and makes life seem so unfair For Sandra our dear friend, please say a daily prayer Our Novelist of the Year, for 2022 We know that we have missed her; it's time she also knew Your kind words will help her, to show her how we care For Sandra our dear friend, Dear God please hear our prayer
| Author Notes | Please leave your messages for Sandra in your review |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Some years ago I met her, when she married Greg, our friend
As neighbors it did not take long, for our two hearts to blend
And early on, when I was ill, she'd bring some meals to us
Like she does for others, cause, "that's just what Lisa does"
They're not too many nurses who could possibly come close
A sweet Angel of Mercy, all her patients say she glows
While working at two hospitals, she never makes a fuss
Double shifts are normal, 'cause, "that's just what Lisa does"
Three years ago, her husband Greg, our friend had passed away
So Lisa, kids and grandchildren; for them I always pray
I know we all still wish, that it could be as it once was
Then Covid hit, she worked nonstop, 'cause, "that's what Lisa does"
A snowplow's drift had put her down, while jogging in November
Knocked her out and couldn't get up, the best she can remember
She's staying with her daughter, who's a nurse and such a plus
She'll recover from her surgery, 'cause "that's what Lisa does"
Now Lisa's not only my friend;, a dear sister in Christ
She says that God was giving her, some very good advice
More precious time for family, God's word she always trusts
Her extra time will bless us all, 'cause "that's what Lisa does"
| Author Notes | Sometimes God can talk to us softly and subtle to get his message across, but He used the force of a snowplow to slow down this woman who's selfless hard work and duty towards others, needed re~evaluation. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
I remember the time, that beautiful day
Jason brought you home to meet us
His smile said it all, that you were the one
And as time went by, you’d complete us
You and I became very good friends
We had many great talks on the bridge
You, so excited to marry my son
And someday give us grand kids
After a while, you two set the date.
As you shared your dreams for your life
The bridge, your home & your Wedding
As you then became husband and wife
Then into our lives came a grandson
You had a beautiful baby boy
Andrew was precious, as a baby can be
And since then, has brought us such Joy
In a few years, another announcement
The next baby was soon on its way
Carter was born, and sweeter than pie
And he grew more special each day
A beautiful family, the four of you make
We’re so happy that you live next door
The bridge still brings the boys over
To grandma’s, for playtime & more
We've been so close for many years
So I doubt this will be a surprise
I love you as if, you were my very own
A daughter, you are in my eyes
| Author Notes | There's a creek that separates our yards, and before Mel thought of starting to build the house or plan the wedding, she wanted Jason to build that bridge for their children someday to be able to go see grandma and grandpa. At 11 & 15, they still use the bridge to come see us. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
To all of you, from all of me
My awesome second family
My New Year's wish, for us to be
Refreshed together annually
Some authors write with great suspense
Others with spiritual sense
Poems and stories so intense
For honesty and not pretense
These friends who I care much about
I do not want to be without
I thank you, with a heartfelt shout
Support, encouragement, no doubt
Buffet of seasoned writer's skill
More exquisite than a six star meal
I'll never beg, borrow or steal
Or change the way of how I feel
For you, I'd like to spread some cheer
I'll sing it loud, so you all hear
If celebrate with wine or beer
Dear friends be safe ~Happy New Year
By Debi Pick Marquette
| Author Notes |
I used this picture because Terry Broxson lives in not only the largest state, where everything is supposed to be bigger, but obviously in Texas, some of the kindest people are from there. I guess it's true; EVERYTHING'S BIG IN TEXAS, including KINDNESS Alas, a new phrase is born: That's so Terry kind of you! |
By Debi Pick Marquette
It was after midnight when the phone started to ring
A year ago flashed in my head, and I could feel the sting
My husband answered it, and on his face I saw such dread
He held me, as he said these words, "our nephew, Trav is dead"
How could that be, he's just eighteen, a senior in high school
We lost his dad a year ago, God couldn't be that cruel
My little brother, Denny also meant the world to me
Now you say that his son died, when his car hit a tree
They took him to the hospital, mom, Shelly by his side
She got to say goodbye to him, before her sweet son died
December 8th and 15th, father, son, one year apart
I wasn't sure that I'd survive, life with a shattered heart
The Sunday before Christmas, my family gets together
Shelly and both kids showed up, in spite of the bad weather
She told of three terminal kids, they too, wouldn't see diplomas
But with his organs, he gave them, Hope as a Christmas Bonus
| Author Notes |
Every year at South Brooke Gulf Course in Annandale, MN, a Benefit Fund raiser is put on where you pay $100.00 to golf or just donate to the Travis Pick Scholarship Foundation, where every year a Senior at Apollo HS is picked as the recipient. Travis continues to give in his death as he did while alive. His organs have helped countless others. Appropriately so, he was voted as the kindest most giving Senior before his death in 2016. Today, December 8th is the 7 year anniversary of Travis's death. On the 15th will be Denny's and he too was killed in a tragic crash; a snowstorm that he was driving in, on the freeway when the visibility was gone, and he drove head on into a tow truck that was pulling a vehicle out of the ditch. Nobody else was hurt, thank God. However it snapped and broke his neck. But the state trooper said that he said not to worry, that he heard our mother's voice calling him and he was going home to be with her. Those words were somewhat hard to hear, but still comforting. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Her name is really Karen, but that isn't how we know her
Karenina's what her dad called her; and that I think is so her
She's a retired nurse and it shows in her compassion
She volunteers, she gives so much, it's Karenina fashion
A computer hack last month, who it was, she wasn't sure
We barely saw her all that time, and worried about her
Many of us gave some help, which started to restore
Her faith in human nature; that love was worth much more
It just may be, I know her age, but swear I'll never tell
Unless you give a great review and then, oh what the.......
She's always very Sweet, but I know a little rumor
She loves to tease a little too, I love her sense of humor
She told me it would be ok, to tease about her age
She's 14 months older than me, but I cannot engage
I'd be in line of some young punk, that's even younger yet
Like Helen, who'd tease both of us, then she's the one to get
So lets all raise our virtual glass to make a virtual toast
To our Special Birthday gal, for her I think I'll boast
Her faith in God is very strong, she's such an inspiration
I'm proud to be her friend; she has my deepest admiration
By Debi Pick Marquette
I have not known her many years, like many of you have
But I've been her friend long enough, to speak on her behalf
She always has such great ideas, must make her brain feel worn
On this day, ~??~ years ago, our dear friend, Jan was born
A you-nique sense of humor, and she's sweet as she can be
Devoted to our veterans and also our country
So loyal to our FanStory; her pride will not be torn
On this day, ~???~ years ago, our dear friend, Jan was born
Besides a friend to all of us, she has her Abby cat
And Abby is her family, that's where her heart is at
One thing that I admire, is she won't toot her own horn
On this day, ~????~ years ago, our dear friend, Jan was born
Her heart and soul so lovely, like a sweet Angel above
I've never seen a picture, but she must resemble love
Before my growing question marks, she notices with scorn
On this day ~?????~ years ago, our dear friend, Jan was born
Her age is but a mystery, as in this poem I've sworn
On this day, ~??????~ years ago ~ How many many years ago???????
We wish you Happy Birthday Jan, on this date you were born
| Author Notes |
The growing amount of question marks are only meant for humor,
not meant to assume that there is one for every decade |
By Debi Pick Marquette
There's not too many on FanStory
That's not been praised or given glory
By a special woman, who's name is Jan
Most know her best as Jannypan
She's spirited, kind and she's so driven
Pays forward talent that God has given
She loves reviewing to praise and help
She needs a six star rate on Yelp
Abby's her cat, who's very smart
Like Jan, she has a great big heart
Jan gives suggestions with much respect
Goes out of her way, as you might expect
She's the kind of lady to get things done
To make things better, for everyone
A talent for planning, she's always thinking
I believe she'd save a ship from sinking
(November 4th, 2020)
This was a devastating day
Her brother Tim, sadly passed away
She's loved by her peers, so let's make a fuss
Pray and thank Jan, for all she does
| Author Notes |
I know Jan likes this song.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
~To my dear granddaughter, Kenzie Jo~ I fell in love the day you were born I called you Angel girl right from the start I adored rocking you in my arms As you kept growing, so did my heart You played singer, actress, a weather girl You entertained, with a smile all day long You drew pictures galore of us holding hands Any wonder our love is so strong I bought every style of duct tape We made projects and stacked them too At times gramma monster would join the fun On my bed, spooked your cousins and you Your birthdays were always delightful A themed party, we had for each one As we lay in my bed eating popcorn We'd cuddle 'fore the movie was done Where did the time and that little girl go My memories say it was just yesterday All the drawings of us, you draw no more Cause your childhood's all tucked away Now my sweet Angel, you're on your own Yet so often, on my doorstep you'll show A gorgeous young woman, inside and out Love you eternally, my Kenzie Jo
| Author Notes | While I am resting, trying to heal from Covid, I decided to post a few of my poems that I have been writing for years for my family. |
By Debi Pick Marquette
She's known as the birthday poet
Although she's not sure of the date
Her birthday's within 30 days
So it's a month long celebrate
Her mom studied to be a doctor
Helen was born premature
In those times of post war Korea
Times were rough; of that they're sure
She has a hubby who loves her dearly
Her two daughters are ten years apart
She has two granddaughters and a grandson
She has such a loving, caring heart
An amazingly, wonderful woman
Who's respected by all she knows
In this world of so many thorns
She's such a beautiful rose
Her strong faith in God shines so bright
I feel blessed to be her friend
A kinder woman, you'll never find
Loving wishes to her we send
| Author Notes |
I got such a kick out of her silly standing cat, that I almost wrote a Dr Seuss type one for it, but I think he covered that one already. Lol.
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By Debi Pick Marquette
(Please read authors notes first! Thanks!)
I got together with best friends, at Margaret's for some lunch
She invited us FS girls and ended up with quite a bunch
Margaret was writing notes, so Sue and Jen took a little peak
Lily and Janet are upset and Lorraine's about to freak
Eve and Mary told us, and we're not sure what to think
As Maria and Evie plot revenge, Margaret better watch her drink
Dolly and Lisa don't understand; why's she hiding what she wrote
So that's what happened so far, and here's what's in her note
THE NOTE
Valda and Anne have hearing loss, so we must speak very loud
Joan and Judith hardly get out, so I hope they don't get plowed
Kitty tripped on Sandra's foot and had a nasty fall
Joanne and Leather are wearing clothes, a little bit too small
Gypsy, Robyn and Cindy usually end up in the lake
Karenina looks good on top, but denies that they are fake
Verna, Carol and Sharon have many grandkids pics to share
Gloria, Kate and Donna must have just touched up their hair
Janet and Pam are tiny, looks like they could fly away
Judy and Carolyn must have guys, both look happier today
Monica, Rachelle, Jessi and Liz could pass any inspection
I heard that Nancy and Aussie go in for a beauty injection
Sally, Helen and Debi are doing the cha cha cha
Ulla, Bridge and June are singing La La La
Wendy and Jay are so organized, and Barb's best being her own boss
Teri and Adonna, seems they are wearing the same Cross
End of Note
Gretchen and Margaret by the pool, their tempers start to clash
Jan and Regina helped Margaret take a little splash
As Margaret explained to us, we apologized for being so hard
These notes were for a joke, on a between friends Christmas card
| Author Notes |
Meter and Rhythm will be off due to all the names
This was supposed to be entered in the 'use these words' contesthttps://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLArAZzBthZ8N7qWOkwOH4cX2kvKjC5a_R but I decided it wasn't right for any contest Although I did use the words. I will just write another. Margaret's note' was all meant to be in fun humor, completely fictional. Silly and perhaps stupid poem. But that's me; I need laughter! I apologize if I missed any ladies that I have come close with. If anyone is offended in any way, I am sorry and please let me know |
By Debi Pick Marquette
Inside and out, she is so Beautiful
Although she is blind, she's also dutiful
I doubt we could find another gal
Who comes even close to our gal Sal
She has such a lovely personality
Her writing shows originality
So thankful to have her for a pal
To know her is to love her, she's our gal Sal
This wonderful woman, has some history
Her series of three books, are quite a mystery
I love her strong faith and spirited morale
She's a sister in Christ, she is our gal Sal
Many friends know her as Sally Law
My favorite book, 'What the Blind Girl Saw'
She prays for others, without fail
An asset to FanStory, she's our gal Sal
By Debi Pick Marquette
When I think of Tom, devoted leader on FanStory
I think of Charlie's Angels and how they always got the glory
Charlie just like Tom, content to stay in the background
When 'Angel Writers' need some help: Tom's always around
No one here has ever seen him, yet we know for sure he's there
His quick reply to messages, proves this man must care
So for anyone who wonders if this guy really exists
He's not Siri or Alexa, scanning from some Google's list
From the very start, I always asked a lot of questions
I wrote ten times a day and maybe added to his tension
Member cent confusion and what is a promotion
I hope that he'll forgive me for causing a commotion
It took a while to get it and so glad that its more clear
I wish I knew where he hangs out, I'd buy the guy a beer
So maybe Tom should prove to us that he is really human
Use some member cents and plan a great writer's reunion
| Author Notes | So thankful I had some poems prepared ahead of time so I can still stay connected with all my friends on FS while recovering |
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