She loves you like crazy
Her eyes are as beautiful as the skies
Her heart is as big as any space could be
When she sees you before her
Her heart begins to flutter like no other
Her lips when she speaks are as quiet as the rain
Her voice is as exotic as a tropical flower from a distant island
Her fingers are as smooth as silk
Her skin as soft as the willows of a willow tree
She is everything I’ve see her to be
She is me
Posted by J. Palmer on July 8, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Somebody’s getting married there hope is no longer a dream
A baby is being born across town
Brought into a new family
The bride and groom are nervous not knowing what tomorrow holds
A guy live on a cot or the street with nowhere or no home
Animals becoming abandoned with love broken in faith
A girl getting beat finding out that she had bad taste in guys
While another learns she I pregnant as a single mother or a out of control teen
All of these hold true with many a time no where to go or no one to help
It’s the thing we call life
Bottom line don’t run and hide
Life is sometimes tough
It holds tomorrow in it’s hand not always the answer we seek
That’s okay, don’t give up
Just believe
Posted by J. Palmer on July 8, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
The good old days
Family ties, Full house, Doogie Houser MD, Mr. Ed the talking horse, and I Dream of Jeanie
These were the days of peace, love and respect
These were the good old days
Friends helping friends
Unity and honesty
These were the good old days
The days of they’re great!! When tony the tiger shared breakfast with you
And snap, crackle, pop was the morning music to your ears
These were the good old days
When the eye games were Where’s Waldo and the game system games were legand of Zelda, Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego, Gauntlet, and Prince of persia and the original Mario brothers, and Street fighter
These were the good old days
When friends didn’t let friends drink and drive and you always had a friend in Pennsylvania. Where there was no texting while driving and roads were safe
These were the good old days
When the favorite kids shows were reading rainbow, Fraggle Rock, and rainbow bright
Now where have these good old days gone
The favorite show of all times for everyone was Happy Days, Who’s the boss, and Lavern and Shirley
These were the good old days
They have slimmed to none and waisted away passing us by
These days were the good old days long ago but not so much today
Posted by J. Palmer on July 8, 2012 in Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Do you remember when you were alone and blue
That’s when I came into your life and believed in you
You gave me hope and I fell for you
I gave you hope and lit up yourself
However things fell and turned up and down
Now we are believing in faith to see each others light
Time is eating up everything we have
I find myself inside myself missing you like never before
Waiting and hoping you’ll come walking through that door
Unsure if you still may believe
Living on the hope that you had once seen
You tell me everything will be alright
But with no intimacy and having you by my side it is so much harder to believe
Silence words as days go on by
Seeing myself desperately longing for you to show just how you feel
Unsure what really is happening with us as we are finding myself often in a cry
It’s been too long and still nothing has come
You said that we would become one till the day one of us dies
Yet forever I have waited and no such has come my way
It’s hard to hear what one can not see
Are we true or lost in another stray day
A fairy tale is how it seems
With you saying we’re real and to try to believe
In my heart I try yet there has never been anytime
So at night I stray and begin only to cry
We use to love each other and be so tight
Now it’s like we were never meant as we had seen
A lost love is what it feels like instead
A lost love gone down in the deep abyss
Only a lost love is what I can see
As of this whole vision was all just a dream instead
Posted by J. Palmer on July 7, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
A big red heart I give to you
Showing you that my love is true
Not one filled with chocolates but one I send you with a key to open the door to see the inside oft real feelings for you
There is not questioning hidden behind the dark corners
All the space you can see is filled and filed with you and me
My one true love I hope and pray that you will be
That we’ll be happy just you and me
To spend forever into nothing but eternity
Growing old together yet in the fountain of youth in the love we share forever more
I’ll hold on to the day that I die and try to show you just how I feel always about you and me
Posted by J. Palmer on July 7, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Living your life with independence ahead
The growth of a child turning to man
Not one thing holding you back
The ribbon you see is your own purple heart
You’ve climbed and performed and moved up ahead
You’ve gained your own medals and made your own bed
You’ve grown along gaining strength and closing your eyes to Leave all the negatives behind
Today is the day of independence and freedom making you a man
Reliving your very own faults you’ve made previously as mistake
Leaving it hind and behind in one final handshake.
Posted by J. Palmer on July 4, 2012 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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