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Carolyn Palmer Poem
Yellow Catfish
The man who tells me he loves me is saying those same words to someone else. I met him on the internet dating site although I knew it was not right. Misery, company and I did it again. I got hooked by a yellow catfish of a man.
He sent real pictures from a camera for sure. Videos, hangout messages, and phone calls- many times four. I liked the accent in his voice. For once I believed I had made a good choice.
Until he asked for gifts like iTunes gift cards and such; did not waste time telling me how much. The sound of his voice matched that control sound. I was so glad he was not close around.
I felt him hold on trying to get all he can. Trying hard not to make a jealous wish. I realized I was being scammed by a yellow catfish.
I fell for it; I truly did. Even went out and purchased a wig. Took several pictures to his delight. Sent free online photos of couples making out in the
daytime, on the beach, but never at night.
This yellow fellow started to pull away from me. Realizing he was busted, he took longer to respond to my texts you see. Wisdom showed up as a dish saying I should never fantasize a jealous wish and I do not like yellow catfish.
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It takes the first step
I sit at home after losing a car
On a Sunday no way to church by far
You sent a friend who worships elsewhere
To gather a load in her car with no fare
I am delivered to attend church in the evening
To get rid of my hurt
My feelings are involved in this; I owe a debt
Did you know you helped me?
…It takes the first step
**By Carolyn Y Palmer
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Five Or More
What is normal when I lie in bed at night wishing I had a man. Not just any man but the man I have prayed for repeatedly. An associate of mine approached me and asked how come You do not have a man? Many people say, “be specific in your prayer tell GOD the height, weight, race, income bracket, body type and heart of the man you want. “
Yeah, I begin to wonder why she has been married five times. Is she praying for a specific man and getting pieces of a man with every marriage? Who are they to tell me anything about a man? Yes, I want a man to love me, love GOD, love people, love to share, cuddle, talk, exercise, work, discuss matters, share his feelings, cook a little, laugh a lot, healthy, thoughtful, has an income, thinks outside the skull, generous to charities, wants to travel and does… with me by his side. This special one person I pray for is not somebody else’s man or husband. I want my own. Maybe this is the difference between me and her who has a lot to teach a grown woman like myself how to get a man. Viagra for women is sufficient in helping me get a man. I want a real man though. I want one to find me who love women, respect women write, plans, and asks questions, read a lot, know how to make me feel like a lovable woman always…even when he is away.
I never meant to be single my whole life here on earth. Somebody, please let this man find me. I want to be found. I want to allow what the man binds on earth to be bound in heaven. Let me BE! Stop marrying every man who travels along the road to his destiny to find his bride. I am no different than you. I can be a good match for he who asks and finds me. GOD has someone for everyone. He never said I have five or more for some.
Carolyn Y. Palmer
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Reduce Strife
Ancestors, ancestors long gone but closer u get. A great deal of young women is left with the check. No charge, says the Lord!
…but we regret our sons are being taken by the family for less. Wait! Take a young mother like me no guidance to set me free…free to love, free to speak, freedom to care and learn while staying out of the street.
The pain we gain is not worth the heat. The heat of peer pressure when the peers are in more trouble than me. Without guidance myself I cannot set him free nor share with him knowledge taught to me.
I sat and dreamed one day that although I gave birth outside the wedding on lock. It seemed easy for the dad to give his hand to a Glock. You experienced wedlock, but this meaning has gone with you, ancestors: The adversary swarmed in to test us. The mind of the young is the best place to roam destroy it and several generations are gone.
The responsibility lies on the man in prison to send his relatives to arm themselves against the cold world in his mind that still exists because he had no time to unwind. A mother like me wonder what happened to mine, I taught them the Word, to go to school and how to care but all I get is to stare in the visitor’s window of a jail.
Ancestors, ancestors your life meant a great deal to me your shortcomings were valuable, and you had time to share with all of us the Word, to go to school and how to care.
Now they say black lives matter. Well, this was then and now but today we have been reliving the day that we thought passed away. I live to decrease the day the youth have to pay with their lives being forgotten in hot cars. Oh, these cold wars. The chance came that I can make a difference; I stood strong ancestors feeling alone and received a patent to shed new light. To fight! It may not be the final answer to preventing death and prolonging life but whatever it is ancestors it will reduce strife.
Carolyn Y. Palmer
10/28/2018
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The Ring On My Pinky Finger
Confidence was her attire until she was raped at twelve years old. A bit before menstruation pain entered her confidence and tore away her covering. Naked she has become and never would be her marital status for over 55 years. It was not the plan or dream experienced by her but by her enemy she did nothing to earn.
Why do people hate? Where does it come from?
From the shores of retaliation, from confused minds doth the bitter destroyer leap from one to the other. Some are identified as demons and others as that just done give a hoot attitude. Left to find for self, gave her a boot to walk in but never the complete outfit. Her choice of clothing was like picking up a piece thrown here and there. No one cared. I thought It took a village to raise a child. She never experiences her childhood and never received proper support. Family ignored and teachers also but through it all GOD kept her mind from splitting like the parts below her waist did. It was he who sheltered her with the skin on her body keeping all inside. The blood that she lost was quickly rebuilt with stride. She is like the woman with the issue of blood who reached out and touched the hem of the Lord’s garment and was made whole. She did not turn cold. I am she and she is me. We are loved by GOD almighty and are presently in HIS care. To other victims like me, look to the hills where cometh your help and the perpetrator who did the harm has some forgiveness to ask for and you are his enemy I bet. He will never ask you for forgiveness because pride comes before the fall. Just fight to abstain from feeling guilty, it was not your fault at all. The pinky ring on my finger is the circumference of a time line that my mind was supposed to be ruined from a man’s high.....but the devil is a lie.
Peace,
Carolyn Y Palmer
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