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Penny Palmer Poem
I wander on that restless plain,
Somewhere between ecstasy and pain
Where the common world cannot touch,
The piece of my soul that I’ve missed so much.
Our bodies were dancing in the dark,
Like two long lost loves, who’ve been apart,
Somehow reunited on this desert plain
Somewhere between pleasure and pain.
The attachment I feel has paralyzed me.
It’s a white hot ball of intensity
It’s a puffy cloud in the desert sky
It’s a crashing tidal wave of desire.
That long ago and far away
Connection that we touched that day.
My life has been changed forever
I’ll never forget that 12th of September...
Our timeless love astonishes me so
The strength of it shows me it’s centuries old.
It’s something that carries an infinite price
Like trying to buy a ray of sunlight.It came on like a crack of thunder....
It’s a brilliant bolt of lightning I am standing under.
Rolling like a desert storm.
It possesses a mysterious, dangerous charm
It gives me a lump in my throat, I can’t swallow
It’s something I want to savor so slow
It’s evident it’s not an everyday, ordinary love
It’s the kind everyone’s been dreamin’ of
We got lucky and found it
Now there’s no way around it
and no way to ground it
So let’s grab on and hold it tight in our hearts...
Copyright © Penny Palmer | Year Posted 2009
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Penny Palmer Poem
Here I stand alone The new kid once again When will I belong I always take it on the chin.
This place that Ive landed in like a sick bird reminds me of somewhere pleasantly familiar.
Could this be the place that I will want to run to.. when I need a friendly smile Could this be
the home I never had.. or just another cold unforgiving city street with busy grouchy passers
by that wont give a hello or the time of day..time tells all
Copyright © Penny Palmer | Year Posted 2009
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Penny Palmer Poem
Days are long, the nights are goin on
Some days are short, the others are so long.
The flowers bloom all at once,
Then they all are gone..
Life is just a fragrance,
something in a song....
Sometimes the moon beams bright,
other times its just so dull
Breathing in seems so right
when you’re growing old.
I anticipate the greatness of my life
Things have gone wrong for far to long
It’s time for things to fall in place like something in a song.........
Copyright © Penny Palmer | Year Posted 2009
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