Regina Puckett

Life is often measured by each footstep we take.

A Thousand Breaths I waited for perfection but it never cameI waited for honor but received his brother shameI waited for belief but confusion reigned supremeI waited for clear vision but I couldn't find my dreamSo instead of waiting until I died a thousand deathsI pulled up my bootstraps and breathed a thousand breathsI took what I had and turned it into something to be proud ofI turned my dream into art and my life into hope and love

Little Pumpkin's crooked grin lights the way for trick-or-treaters to find the candy bowl.

My Part Inch by inch I dig my own graveA sinner someone tried to saveA mother hen with spread wingsA collector of words and thingsA friend with open, listening earsA believer in daydreams and tearsA forgiver with all judgements downA jester attending the court of the crownA follower straying off the beaten pathA laugh getting lost in the world's wrathA mere woman with a hope-filled heartA dreamer willing to own up to my part

The Have and Have Nots We seek out waterfalls and rainbowsPretending to avoid their tattered clothesWe walk past so many outstretched handsAnd sickly children crying over empty pansWe drive past people under cardboard tentsThe downtrodden unable to pay the high rentsWe want them all to go somewhere out of sightSo we can pretend everything in our world is rightBut the hungry and desperate insist on being seenThe line between the have and have nots is so lean

Little Runt Pig and Little Orphaned Swan are the best of friends. Because the two are so different in appearance, whenever they play together, the other animals always point and made fun of them. Neither Little Runt Pig nor Little Orphaned Swan care about their differences. They only place value on how much they are alike.Friendship is so much more than what the eyes can see. It is love, respect and accepting each other's' differences.

The sleigh is packed and ready to go but all eight reindeer have the flu. How will Santa deliver all of the children's gifts without his flying reindeer? Christmas morning will soon be here, so Santa, Mrs. Claus, the elves and the snow fairies do a hasty search through cupboards, empty boxes and through snowdrifts until they find two rabbits, two red foxes, a penguin, rabbit, moose, and a very sleepy bear.But hold on, Christmas hasn't been saved yet. Unfortunately, unlike the reindeer, these animals don't know how to fly.

Another Empty House Take your pain and tap it all downBlink away your tears until you drownSuppress your anger and watch it smolderPut chip after tiny chip onto your shoulderLet chaos seethe and anarchy continue to plotLet the nightly news plant your every thoughtUntil you wake and don't know who you areJust another empty house with its front door ajar

Every day at recess, the butterflies bully and make fun of the other animals and insects. No one knows how to make them stop until a storm blows in and changes everything for the better.

You're Really Seeing I have been the long way aroundSo there are a few things I've foundLove, when discovered, is so preciousIn all things, it is better to be graciousSanity is only inches away from bedlamA small hurt will bring down the entire damToday's queen can be tomorrow's beggarGod is still my Alpha and my entire OmegaStraying away from the crowd leads homeAs long as your heart is still young, roamLife should grabbed with both hands and shookYou should get lost every now and then in a bookLove with all your heart and every inch of your beingAnd when you see, make certain you're really seeing

Angel Collection -Three short inspirational tales. If Love Were Enough - On the day of her husband's burial, April questions whether God heard any of the prayers in which she begged God to bring Adam safely back home to her and their unborn baby. Balloon Wishes - Jacob pleads for God to tell him whether or not he should keep the promise he made to a dying, fellow soldier. Under the Cover of Wings - Even though Zachary is uncertain whether God exists, Zachary asks God to save his baby sister and mother from his abusive stepfather.One of God's angels, Ms. Gabriel, delivers God's answers. While Ms. Gabriel looks nothing like any of them thought an angel should, she's just what April, Jacob and Zachary need in their darkest hours.

A Quest The bookworm crawls deep insideSeeking a safe place in which to hidePursuing new worlds and beginningsEager for struggles with happy endingsHoping to get lost in someone else's battleIntently listening to the characters tittle-tattleReaders searching for a few hours of respiteA quest among the pages for pure delight

When Lady Margaret unexpectedly inherits her great-aunt's vast estates and servants, this gives her direct power over Mayfield's land steward, Mr. Colin Caswell, the very man who broke her heart years earlier.Margaret knows it would solve both their problems if she could find a way to hate him, but how can she? not when she vividly remembers the sensation of his lips pressed against hers. Of course, with that memory also comes the recollection of the heart-wrenching pain she suffered at Colin's rebuff of her hasty proposal of marriage. She understands why the stubborn man refused to let her lower herself to his social level, but he'd been wrong. While he thought she would be demeaning herself if she joined her life to his, how could loving him be anything but the best thing that could possibly happen to her?will Colin ever admit they belong together, or will he break Margaret's heart a second time?

Everyone is always afraid there's a monster under the bed, but what if it isn't the monster that's the problem, but the little boy on top of it? All Little Monster wants is a good night's sleep, but that annoying little boy, Jim, keeps throwing dirty socks onto Little Monster's bed and into his face. If that isn't annoying enough, the dust bunnies won't stop complaining about the mess and smell.

Empty Empty handsEmpty plansEmpty soulEmpty holeEmpty vowsEmpty nowsEmptinessFilled with pettinessFilled with blindnessFilled with nothingness

A Collection of Poetry From Moonbeams Dreams are lovely visionsA daily tally of our decisionsDreams are a nightly conveyingA soundless movie wistfully playingDreams are our hopes and wantsA memory that hangs on and hauntsDreams make us smile and often cryBut when morning comes, we say goodbyeThat is until we write them into a bookAnd invite the rest of the world in to lookWhat will others think of our lovely dreamsThese words that are formed from moonbeams