No More Walls - New poem

One night my daughter came over to hang around at my place. I told her about the poem that I had wrote The Walls. We had a nice long talked and she had show me the other way to deal with the hurt feeling and not to let others put up my walls. After I thought about the talks we had, she make sense. So I wrote another poem two days ago. My daughter helped me a great deal in this hearing world. Now I don't have the walls up. I am walking around and I am going to show everyone who I am and let them see who is a liar. I am proud of my daughter and I love her very dearly. God gave me the best daughter.

No More Walls

I am not going to build up the walls
Let my action speaks louder than
Someone's words against me
Let anyone see who is wrong
My actions will show them
That I am not the kind of person
When someone speaks badly of me
I will not let them causes
Me to build up the walls
No more walls

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Pammie
February 25, 2009

Cute Saying

I love this cute little saying.....Sometime I look like this Tweety when I tell Satan off....

Poem - I wrote - Please Touch Me

Please Touch Me

Please touch me
How I long to be touched
Are you afraid of me
What is wrong with me
Why would you not touch me
I need to feel someone's touch
I need to feel if I am alive
How I long to be touched
Do you accept me for who I am
Do you love me
Please touch me
Therefore, I know you love me

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Pammie
October 1, 2004

Poem - I wrote - My Darling Clown

My Darling Clown

Why is your heart broken?
I see the heart broken tears
Please tell me what's wrong

Let me wipe the tears away
Look in my eyes
And tell me what's wrong
I will hold you, My Love

In my arms
I will comfort you
Whisper in my ear
And
I will listen

Don't worry
My Darling Clown

I still love you

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Pammie
July 21, 2004

Poem - I wrote - My Walls

This is one of my poem I wrote in 2004. I notice that I am starting to feel like this poem. I just found out that the person I care about had gone around my back to make trouble of what I said or told. The person was trying to destroy my relationship with my daughter. I felt very hurt by it. I had put my trust on this person and now it is destroy. I knew I wrote a poem about the wall which is my wall. Now my wall is back to as what this poem I had wrote in 2004.

My Walls

My walls are built up so high
With no windows
Inside the four walls
I am protected
No one can see my emotions
No one can see my tears
No one can see my hurts

I am afraid to break down my walls
Or put a windows on my wall
I am afraid for others to see me
Get hurt, cry and get emotional

I have a door
Only I have the key for the door
I will put a mask on my face
My mask will be happy one
For they will only see the happy face
I cannot show my true face
I will walk out of my home
As if everything is fine

I return home and lock my door
I take out my mask
And let out all of my emotions
Inside my walls
Where no one can see or hear me
I feel safe inside and not have to worry
About losing friends with my emotions

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Pammie
August 11, 2004

Cute Picuture

This is one of the picture that I like. My friend sent me this long time ago. I was looking at my pictures folder. I had to put this in my blog and share it with everyone.

Poem - I wrote - How I See a Waterfall?

How I See a Waterfall?

The small, calm creek flows into the river
As the water drifts many miles
The current becomes strong and flood,
And it piles up on the riverbeds.

As the strong current continues to travel,
It goes to the rocky area.
So many small and big rocks are in the river,
Making the water rumble and crash against the rocks.

As the water becomes strong, loud, and powerful,
It makes a thunder sound.
As it roars down the river so fast,
It needs a place to go.

As the water roars harder and faster,
It comes to the dead drop.
It bursts over and drops at the bottom of the fall.

Water rolls repetitively.
When it swirls over,
It gets push out
Into a wider river.

The water stirs up as it ride down further.
But not to far down the river,
It becomes calm.
At last the water becomes peaceful.

I look at the watery nature.
I see myself and God.
The water is me
And
God is the drop of the fall.

My life was calm at first.
The current of the water is considered as
My problems in my life.
Many issues are big and small,
Like rocks among the river,
And it needs to go somewhere.

The effect of the issues become so strong and powerful,
I could not handle it.
I keep on going and going
Until I find a place to go.

I see the dead drop.
There is God sitting at the end.
At last, I can drop
All my heavy burden,
My messed up life to God.
Together, we go down deep in soul.

God holds on to me,
As I was changing
Through tough times.
God has never given up on me.

Finally, I knew that God is with me,
As I continue my life with God.
I become calm.
Life with God is peace.

(c) Pammie
April 20, 2004

Song

Sanctuary

Lord prepare me, to be a Sanctuary
Pure and Holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary, for You

Lord please keep, the fire burning
That you've given, to light my way
May it burn Lord, forever brighter
As You lead me, day by day

It is You Lord, who came to save
The heart and soul, of every man
It is You Lord, who knows my weakness
Who gives me strength with, Thy own hand

Lead me on Lord, from temptation
Purify me from within,
Fill my heart with Your Holy Spirit,
Wash away all my sin

Lord prepare me, to be a Sanctuary
Pure and Holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary, for You

I really like this song because I want my life to belong to God. I want to be example of Christ who love me so much and he died for my sins to be forgiven. It took only God to keep the burning going within me and He is the only one who can make me brighter and lead me day by day. I should live one day at a time for the Lord as yesterday is gone and tomorrow is not here yet. The Lord is the only one who came to save me. He does know my weakness and all I have to do is ask Him to give me His strength. His strength is His own hands. I do have temptations. I need to depend on the Lord to lead me away from it. I need him to purify me and fill my heart with His Holy Spirit for it is the only way to conquer my temptations and sins. Christ's blood is the one that wash away all of my sins when I ask him to do it for me. After my sins been wash away, I want my heart and life to be with thanks and glorify God as He is an awesome God and powerful God who can do all things.

Our Dad!
Written by Diane (my sister)
February 17, 2004

If there was ever a dad who deserved Father of the Year, EVERY YEAR!, it was: Our Dad!

He was loving, patient, kind and always giving: He was: Our Dad!

Any event his children participated in: football, baseball, hockey, choir, scouts, the list goes on....he was always there: Our Dad!

He loved to fish! there were many times he wanted to have some time alone to fish, but one or more of his children would say: "Can I go?". He gave up his time and took us. He would spend many of those trips untangling lines, baiting hooks, removing fish or putting new tackle on and NEVER have a chance to get his own line in the water. We all remember the time when each of us were told: "If you want to continue to fish, then you need to bait your own hook and take off your own fish." He taught all of us, but was always there to help us when we needed it. He passed on his love of fishing to his kids and then his grandkids: Our Dad!

Handyman was a title that fit him well. He was able to fix or build almost anything. He took pride in doing it himself instead of paying someone: Our Dad!

He was the first one to volunteer to help friends and family when they had a project. He helped build houses, remodel cottages, finish off basement, re-roof, build docks, trailers, decks...the list goes on. That was: Our Dad!

Who loved his grandchildren and great-grandchildren more than anything else in the world??: Our Dad!

We will always remember the special way he put the babies to sleep. He would rock them in his chair while saying: " A, A, A, A,". It worked every time: Our Dad!

I will always remember how I teased him when he would say to Mom, "Let's take a ride, we haven't seen the kids in awhile." He wasn't coming to my house in Appleton to see me, I would tease, he was only coming to see his grandchildren: Our Dad!

We will always remember the funny faces, how he could get us wet with his special technique of flicking his thumb in the water, raising either one fist in the air or two fists at his side and saying: "You wanna fight?" or "I'll give you a knuckle sandwich!": Our Dad!

Having the visitation, funeral, and lunch here at church was an easy decision. So many memories of Dad are left here. All of the iron work you see on the altar (the railing, the candelabras) the huge cross that hangs outside the front of the church, it was all made by: Our Dad!

We established a memorial fund so that a Christmas tree will continue to be seen in the corner by the window each year in memory of Dad. For the past 30 years or more, he has gone out and gotten the Christmas tree, put the lights on it and helped decorate it. Even this past Christmas when he wasn't feeling well he still mad the trip to help pick out the tree: Our Dad!

He was a very special man. We loved him very, very much!:

In Memory of Robert Joachim

In Memory of Robert Joachim
Born: April 29, 1934
Died: February 17, 2004

I miss my Dad very much. He was the best father that the Lord gave me. He was patience, kind, forgiven person, and stand strong with love for me. He love me for who I am and no matter if I had made big mistake in my life, He kept on loving me. That is why I miss him.