Which Way to Heaven
By Joeysguy
My wife accepted the little that we had
Even those times that were really bad
She raised our kids, cats, dogs and also me
So as my hero it’s my wife I see
She would do things that made her strain
But she kept quiet about some of her pain
We were together for many years
Now alone I try to hold back the tears
Some days are harder to move on
So much is missing, so much is gone
With love for my wife I would always stare
Now it’s only pictures that I have here
I find myself rubbing some pictures with my hand
Wishing, just wishing to feel her hand
Thinking about the rest of my life
Which way to heaven and my wife
I wish I could hear my wife say
I’m here, take my hand heaven is this way
Friday, July 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
The Magic In Ones Life
The Magic in Ones Life
By joeys guy
I believe people have some magic in their life
Mine started with meeting my wife
I would feel it just by her touching me
I felt how much more that we could be
That magic from my wife
Bringing three children into my life
I could see magic just looking into their eyes
So open and bright and full of surprise
Magic could be the day when they first crawl
Such amazement when they are so small
Magic can be when they try to talk
Or that stumble when trying to walk
Looking at pictures of what I had
Still a husband and father but sad
My wife’s loss was tragic
I lost her with her magic
If I could bring my wife’s magic to light
I would bring her into my dreams every night
Life does not have a happily ever after
I believe it’s in the life after
Everything I felt in her kiss
The magic through my body I miss
The feelings I use to feel
Looking back the magic was real
I don’t see much to the rest of my life
I lost something precious, my wife
By joeys guy
I believe people have some magic in their life
Mine started with meeting my wife
I would feel it just by her touching me
I felt how much more that we could be
That magic from my wife
Bringing three children into my life
I could see magic just looking into their eyes
So open and bright and full of surprise
Magic could be the day when they first crawl
Such amazement when they are so small
Magic can be when they try to talk
Or that stumble when trying to walk
Looking at pictures of what I had
Still a husband and father but sad
My wife’s loss was tragic
I lost her with her magic
If I could bring my wife’s magic to light
I would bring her into my dreams every night
Life does not have a happily ever after
I believe it’s in the life after
Everything I felt in her kiss
The magic through my body I miss
The feelings I use to feel
Looking back the magic was real
I don’t see much to the rest of my life
I lost something precious, my wife
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Is It Crazy
Is it Crazy
By Joeysguy
Sounds in my house that I hear
I relate some to my wife being here
I have pictures all around the house
Everywhere pictures of my spouse
I think of my wife still being here
Like saying I’m sorry or excuse me dear
So much is different in my life
I lost the normal when losing my wife
I’ll sit and pound my heels on the floor
Sometimes till a foot is sore
Sometimes I’ll take a drink
It helps me to relax and think
Thinking about everything I had
My life feels hopeless and sad
Some nights I think when I go to bed
Will I wake in the morning or will I be dead
As crazy as it may seem
Sometimes I may let out a scream
When leaving home I say, see you later to my souse
I’ll say I’m home when I enter the house
I know some things are crazy that I do
I don’t want to write it and tell you
This poem could be very long
Then people would know I’m really a dingdong
By Joeysguy
Sounds in my house that I hear
I relate some to my wife being here
I have pictures all around the house
Everywhere pictures of my spouse
I think of my wife still being here
Like saying I’m sorry or excuse me dear
So much is different in my life
I lost the normal when losing my wife
I’ll sit and pound my heels on the floor
Sometimes till a foot is sore
Sometimes I’ll take a drink
It helps me to relax and think
Thinking about everything I had
My life feels hopeless and sad
Some nights I think when I go to bed
Will I wake in the morning or will I be dead
As crazy as it may seem
Sometimes I may let out a scream
When leaving home I say, see you later to my souse
I’ll say I’m home when I enter the house
I know some things are crazy that I do
I don’t want to write it and tell you
This poem could be very long
Then people would know I’m really a dingdong
Monday, May 6, 2013
My Last Balloon
My Last Balloon
By Joeysguy
On special days I fly a balloon to my wife
Who is no longer here in the physical life
I release them during the morning light
I can watch them go out of sight
The balloons go up and away
Taking a path that I will take someday
I write messages on the balloons
Sometimes I put a note in the balloons
Before releasing them I give them a kiss
Till my last balloon, I will keep doing this
Each balloon carries a little extra part
They carry a piece from my heart
For me this is one way of keeping something together
So I can be with her forever
A little piece of my heart in each balloon
With my life’s end to follow soon
On a special day that would be my goal
If my last balloon was my soul
By Joeysguy
On special days I fly a balloon to my wife
Who is no longer here in the physical life
I release them during the morning light
I can watch them go out of sight
The balloons go up and away
Taking a path that I will take someday
I write messages on the balloons
Sometimes I put a note in the balloons
Before releasing them I give them a kiss
Till my last balloon, I will keep doing this
Each balloon carries a little extra part
They carry a piece from my heart
For me this is one way of keeping something together
So I can be with her forever
A little piece of my heart in each balloon
With my life’s end to follow soon
On a special day that would be my goal
If my last balloon was my soul
Monday, April 22, 2013
Old School
Old School
By joeys guy
I remember lessons from the old school
It was a code an unwritten rule
As a male I would get to my feet
To give the elderly or a woman the seat
When taking a girl out for a day
As the guy I would always pay
Music was understood and had meaning
A lot of songs today sounds like screaming
Entertainers wore costumes or dressed in clothes
Today so much body they expose
You didn’t always have to lock doors
No fences had to protect stores
As a young kid I played outside
Strangers didn’t bother us, we didn’t have to hide
We would hangout till late hours of night
When older we hung out even till daylight
Women could sit outside late and talk
It was safe to take a late night walk
Any time was safe to go stroll in the park
Try doing that now in the dark
People now wear pants down almost to the knees
It’s ugly, pick them up please
What happened to those good old days
Time passes and kids go through a craze
By joeys guy
I remember lessons from the old school
It was a code an unwritten rule
As a male I would get to my feet
To give the elderly or a woman the seat
When taking a girl out for a day
As the guy I would always pay
Music was understood and had meaning
A lot of songs today sounds like screaming
Entertainers wore costumes or dressed in clothes
Today so much body they expose
You didn’t always have to lock doors
No fences had to protect stores
As a young kid I played outside
Strangers didn’t bother us, we didn’t have to hide
We would hangout till late hours of night
When older we hung out even till daylight
Women could sit outside late and talk
It was safe to take a late night walk
Any time was safe to go stroll in the park
Try doing that now in the dark
People now wear pants down almost to the knees
It’s ugly, pick them up please
What happened to those good old days
Time passes and kids go through a craze
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Empty Places
Empty Places
By Joeysguy
For many years I lived in a full house
Between kids, dogs, and my spouse
My wife and dogs are now gone
My kids have all moved on
I didn’t think I would ever lose my wife
Never thought about emptiness in my life
In the closets are empty hangers that I see
They can bring out the sadness that’s in me
Those hangers held the clothes of my wife
The clothes given away, now in someone else’s life
In restaurants I wait to be seated
Then the number one is repeated
In the seats across from me
Is the empty space that I see
One empty side of the bed
The pillow still there that held her head
The smallest thing with the largest space
It’s my heart the most empty place
By Joeysguy
For many years I lived in a full house
Between kids, dogs, and my spouse
My wife and dogs are now gone
My kids have all moved on
I didn’t think I would ever lose my wife
Never thought about emptiness in my life
In the closets are empty hangers that I see
They can bring out the sadness that’s in me
Those hangers held the clothes of my wife
The clothes given away, now in someone else’s life
In restaurants I wait to be seated
Then the number one is repeated
In the seats across from me
Is the empty space that I see
One empty side of the bed
The pillow still there that held her head
The smallest thing with the largest space
It’s my heart the most empty place
Michael
Michael
By Joeysguy
As a young boy I was built like a ball
Then at age 16 I grew to over 6 foot tall
Never finishing high school, I went to work
To help my mother, I worked as a clerk
I met the girl who would be in my life
Kiss me, love me and be my wife
From that first day that I lost my wife
It’s taken so much from my life
Some of my poems might be a little long
Some words I might have spelled wrong
I don’t think of myself as a poet
I don’t understand poems, I know it
Reading a poem and trying to understand
It’s hard for me, it’s much a demand
My poems come from my head and my heart
The love for my wife does stand apart
I read and post my poems for people to see
To tell of the feelings that are in me
My poems are fact and true
I appreciate your listening and I thank you
By Joeysguy
As a young boy I was built like a ball
Then at age 16 I grew to over 6 foot tall
Never finishing high school, I went to work
To help my mother, I worked as a clerk
I met the girl who would be in my life
Kiss me, love me and be my wife
From that first day that I lost my wife
It’s taken so much from my life
Some of my poems might be a little long
Some words I might have spelled wrong
I don’t think of myself as a poet
I don’t understand poems, I know it
Reading a poem and trying to understand
It’s hard for me, it’s much a demand
My poems come from my head and my heart
The love for my wife does stand apart
I read and post my poems for people to see
To tell of the feelings that are in me
My poems are fact and true
I appreciate your listening and I thank you
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