Oh where are you
My precious love
That I may draw
Strength from
Your heart
That I might
Feel your power
And tuck me safely
Under your arm
And shelter me
From the evil
In the world
Where are you
My precious love
Can’t you see
It in my eyes
Can’t you hear
My heart beating
Here, look in
My direction
For I am
Waiting for you
Terry Shepherd
05/18/2013
A heart being used as a symbol of love.
I’m tired
For the first
Time I want to
Give up to give in
To fight no more
I feel powerless
I feel like God
Isn’t listening
Nor does he
Care anymore
I don’t hear or
Feel any presence
Is this what is to
Happen, you want my soul?
The system is
Against a peon
Like me who
Only has emotions
And words but no
Way around it
I am tired
And I feel
Like I am drowning
Do what you want
With me for I
Am too fired to fight
I am a snail
Crawling around
On the rocks
Waiting for the
Sea to suck me in
Terry Shepherd
05/18/2013
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Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life.
Photographers, share a photo that says unconventional.
In my generation it was common to grow up and plan on getting married and having some kids. Moms worked some but for the most part they still worked more inside the home instead of outside for someone else.
The conventional love. The one everyone followed suit on. Even people who weren’t crazy about being married, got married because it was the right thing to do. Not uncommon in some countries but very unlikely here where I live was the arranged marriage.
You had your spouse chosen for you. A lot of figuring and planning went into those marriages. Many times they didn’t love each other, let alone know enough to be saying I do. Can you imagine what that was like letting someone bed you at night and you had no deep feelings for them. I can imagine that they grew to love each other, or they suffered their own hell.
Love and marriage has advanced so much today. People can love each other for a one night stand. Even say the words without feeling them for the passion of a fleeting moment. Some are infatuated with thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. They will fantasize about another married person, thinking if I was only married to them.
Others waste so much of their life by living a dream, hoping that one day that person will be come available, only to end up an old spinster, all alone.
I did the common thing. I married fresh out of high school. It lasted for several years and a lot of the years were good. But we are thrown rocks and feelings change. We become more mature and our needs and desires change.
Sometimes this leads to divorce or cheating for some. Others suffer through the relationship for the sake of the children.
I ended up being divorced, and married a second time, which was even a bigger mistake on my part. Now I define love totally different from when I was in my twenties.
I have room for many types of love. I love my kids. I love watching the birds and feeding the squirrels. I love my brother. I love caring for others. I love knowing that I made someone’s day special.
I would love to see a man come driving through in his car and pick me up. I have given up on the knight and shining armor on a white horse. That is fairy tale to me now a days. Now I think I can love someone for who they are. What they bring to my life, how I add to theirs. Sharing some laughs and tears a good cooked meal or movie; is something I can love unconventionally.
I have learned I don’t have to follow that yellow brick road. I can be myself and learn to let my feelings lead me. Accepting ourselves for who we are is a major thing to do today. Not feeling like I have to be like everyone else is a big thing that took me years to learn.
Can I learn to love unconventionally? Yes, I think I can, and I have in many ways
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We each have many types of love relationships — parents,
children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may
love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that
runs through all the varieties of “love”?
Love is a feeling
A flutter
A pitter patter
That you feel
Deep inside
Your heart
And soul
Love makes
You smile
Your tears fall
Your heart melts
Love means
Never wanting
To part, be
Separated
From the idea
Of what draws
You close to
The name
When you hear it
Or touch it
When you wrap
Your arms around it
This is love
That you never
Want to disappear
Terry Shepherd
05/11/2013
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Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?
This is something I struggle with more than I care to admit. I want to look at the glass as half full. I try really hard to see it with an abundance of goodness throughout each day.
I let my mind grow weak and weary at times. When this happens the glass looks more on the empty side.
It is the outlook on life that keeps us healthy and wise. To wake up each morning saying, thank-you God for a new day of sharing your goodness.
Having a good glass of pure positive is a wonderful way to stay strong living daily challenges. You see sunshine when it is raining and dreary outside. You understand riches although you are standing in your kitchen holding the last slice of bread.
You can have squabbles with your mate and yet still say, I’m sorry.
I know all this and yet the first time Al is having a bad day or we are on our way to the ER once again, I let that glass drop below the half mark. I begin to fret and worry that he will not recover.
You see, if I looked at it as half full I would know and understand that my powers are limited. I would realize that Al is in God’s hands and not mine. All my worrying and making myself want to run and hide would not happen.
I am a mere human walking this rugged road here on earth. I am a born sinner. I react before praying. I thank God that he forgives my sins. Many a time has he lifted me up into his arms and brought comfort when I can find no inner peace on these bumpy paths.
God wants me to look at the glass as full. He wants me to understand that no matter what is going on around me, I am safe with him. He wants me to see that he will walk me through life and I should lay my worries a side.
I won’t sit and beat myself up for being weak. Why should I? It would only wear me down quicker and maybe help toss me in the hands of ones who hate us.
I sometimes ponder on what makes me wake up some mornings with a bright sunshine in my inner soul. Maybe it is because I didn’t receive any late phone calls from the facility. Or maybe it is because I didn’t cheat and eat sugars that day. Or maybe it is because before I closed my eyes the night before, I talked to God. He loves us, he hears us, and he is always by our side. He knows I want that glass half full.
Do not suck
The life out of
My loins for
I will crumble
In front of your
Feet, tears
Scrambling to
Find a place to hide
My heart laying in
Pieces for the
eyes to see
Please don’t go
Stay near my side
Love me forever
Say you will never leave.
Terry Shepherd
04/30/2013
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Do you need to agree with an artist’s lifestyle or politics to appreciate their art? To spend money on it?
I believe beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I love antique paintings and wall hangings. I would never find myself in a modern art museum. I can’t understand the crazy swirls and blotches.
I have seen them before on TV and imagine myself just taking a paint brush and throwing paint on a canvas. Or maybe dipping my hands in a rag or even my bare hands making something according to my mood.
I like the Victorian era as I have stated before. Give me some children, or kittens or maybe dogs and I will be happy. Victorian houses with wide molding speak to me as I venture through each room.
Give me some history about the photo. Who painted it? Was the beautiful house ever lived in by some famous poet at one time? Is the house said to be haunted? The history is something that to me is the icing on the cake of the picture.
If I happened to be somewhere and saw a man sitting on a stool putting his talent to work I would stop and watch in awe. If he had a sign that said he was trying to feed his family, I would be more eager to buy it. Not for the picture but to help not let his kids to starve.
So to me, it is the history, or the situation of the art piece. There are various reasons I would buy it. Even if my friends didn’t like it or some mocked it, I would remember in my heart the story behind the work.
So no, it has nothing to do with agreeing or politics for this gal.
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National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.
Standing outside
Myself wanting
To fit in but
Every spot I
Try holds me
In fear creating
A backing a way
Back to the corner
I see labeled for me
I want more
I want what they have
But what is it that
Draws me to them
That I am lacking
Oh, you say
To only smile
And say a kind word
And people will
Come to me
And want to
Fit into my space
To know who I am
I will try as I
Have not succeeded
Being in their shoes
I will try to
Just to be myself………
Terry Shepherd
04/29/2013
I know you promise all your strength
But tonight I am so tired
I look out my window and see the empty trees
And try to calm my body so wired.
I know that you my Lord have suffered
Ten thousand more times than me
But I feel weak and oh so tired
Can you see me Lord on bended knee?
I really try to do all that I can
To be a rock for him
To show him how much I really care
But to them I am no longer their fan.
They run and hide when I walk in side
I know they fear my face
But who will stand up for my brother
Who in this human race?
I put the world on hold for now
As I target in on your care
I will do what needs to be done for you
I promise you I do swear.
The guidelines do not match your case
You are in a league of your own
Why are my eyes the only to see
I will call in the troops that I now know…….
I promise you, I do swear.
Love you brother.
Terry Shepherd
03/28/2013
Did you see her walking by
A twinkle in her eye
The stride in her feet
Grabbing the ground to meet
I saw a glow from a far
I wonder who you are
What brings that smile I see
I want one for me
Please tell me who did this
To give the spring of kiss
I stop her in her track
And I tap her on the back
Please tell me I have to know
What gives you the golden glow
Oh this is easy to say my friend
What gives me this I will lend
It is such a piece of cake
I walked around the lake
I saw a group of people
They formed a sort of steeple
There was a man inside
Who had absolutely nothing to hide
He said please believe in my word
You can trust me he assured
I am the son of God
I have been here sent with my rod
To gather all around
To bow down to the ground
Please ask for your sins
To be let go to the winds
Then I will remain with you
I will help you in all I do.
Terry Shepherd
03/13/2013
