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One More Behind Me

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Another birthday

Over once again

Not ready to think

About another one

Beginning again

I have to now say

That for one single day

I turned the ripe old

Of a young 59

I don’t know why

It scares me like it does

But I am afraid of

Getting older

And afraid to die

I look at my skin

And I can see its age

I look at my eyes

And can see the new sag

But on the other hand

I have to think right

I have lived half

Of my life

And it wasn’t too bad

I hope for the best

And refuse to

Think the worst

I will just enjoy

Each day

And live like

It’s the last

Terry Shepherd

04/22/1954

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Picture It & Write

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Is this really me I am seeing staring back at me? It can’t be, because this woman I see in my mirror is beautiful, and I am so ugly. I am fat and he has told me so many times over the past years that he felt sorry for me.

He wanted me to know that I wasn’t alone, that he would always be near my side any time. He told me lies. He helped me to believe that no other would ever desire me and because he cared about me he would always try to make me feel beautiful. I have learned that he needed me. But I didn’t realize at that time that I did not  need him. I I was the rabbit and he was the hunter with the gun.

Holding me captured not by his physical power but by his words so full of emotion. Tearing down any self-esteem I may have ever had. Forcing me to believe that I was  a fat worm in a rotten apple.

He never paid any attention to me until I blossomed at 13 years old. I was very shy as a child and when he smiled at me I liked it. He had a way of making me feel so special. I got extra pretty birthday gifts. For Christmas I received expensive gifts. One long box that I opened had my first diamond necklace in it.

He took it out of the box and raised my hair to place it around my neck. I could smell his Old Spice and feel my hairs standing on edge as he breathed so close to my neck. He lured me as a fisherman brings in a beautiful bass.

He took my trust and innocence and broke it into millions of tiny sharp shards  all over the floor. He did this on one night when a knock came to my door and when I learned it was him, I innocently opened it and he stole from me all that I had saved for many years.

Now today years later and an excellent therapist, I look into the mirror and try to do my exercises I was given. I stare at my reflection and I force myself to look close. Is this really me?

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Picture it and Write, Blind Sight Edition

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Her grace, that face

So kind to human race

The walk, the talk

Puts all in shock

Every person she sees

Is bending at knee

As she passes their way

To only brighten ones day

Words are spoken of her

All true I am sure

The one who was  chosen

From the womb unfrozen

Our Princess our pride

Known deep and wide

If I could just reach out and touch

Her hair I would clutch

The smell of the rose

Would infiltrate the nose

Oh what would be such a life

If she would become my wife

But alas she is taken

My loins will keep achin

But I will always have this

My hand did she kiss

I will always remember

That day in November

When she did look at me

With eyes the color of seas.

Now the time has passed

And this is the last

Time I will see her walk by

And look into my eyes.

Terry Shepherd

03/24/2013

 

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A Dog Named Boo

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A dog with no name

I saw you looking up at me

When I was driving by

You looked at me and I think you said

Please give me a hug and wipe my eye.

Your hair I noticed is such a mess

It hangs down in your face

Has someone left you behind

To fight this human race?

I pulled my car over and shut it off

I opened my door and walked towards you

I don’t know if I’m doing right or wrong

But I have to do what I must do.

I held out my hand and bent so low

You didn’t back off or seem afraid

You came closer to me being a little shy

Please trust me now don’t walk a way.

I went back to the car and got a blanket

I brought it to you and you let me wrap you up

I carried you gently and placed you on the seat

You sat very still you didn’t even fuss.

I’m taking you home with me today

I will clean you up and wash your hair

I have been praying for some companionship

I think you and I can connect and share.

Once inside the house I put you down

You looked around but didn’t stray

I found you some food and I hope you will eat

What a good job you did there’s none to throw a way.

A bath I am giving you now you smell so good

I combed out your hair and you sat very still

I see your eyes follow me where ever I go

And now you are sitting on my lap at your own will.

I am so thankful that I passed your way

I realize I needed you more than I knew

The Lord answered my prayer of a companion today

I love you my new friend, you are my dog named Boo.

Terry Shepherd

01/05/2013

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In Looking Out

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Snowflake

The frost is on the pumpkins

And covering all the ground

The snow is gently falling

Not making any sound.

The fireplace is burning

And I am watching from where I sit

Drinking hot chocolate from a cup

With an added bit of nip.

Soft music playing in the back

Fills the room with so much grace

I love how it relaxes me

And takes me away from human race.

Some don’t care for winter cold

They would rather it be real hot

But for me, the beauty of virgin white

From snowflakes falling will not be forgot.

Terry Shepherd

10/26/2012

 

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Picture It & Write Sept 30,2012

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The picture is this: As I looked at this photo I wasn’t sure what I should really be writing, as it seemed that certain thoughts were running through my mind, but then the more I looked at it, I began to see different things. Isn’t it strange how our minds work?

We see something and our fist impression can be totally different from what we see if we take the time to let our brain expand and take in what really is the whole picture. Is she trying to portray herself in a sexual way? Is she doing a certain exercise? Maybe she is a dancer with a play that is being acted out. If you let your mind wander you can come up with many things.

She lay there her  fair skin showing

And eyes are certainly bound to be  roaming

The beauty we see with our first look

Reminds us of contents in a book

Or maybe a play that we just saw

When our eyes were big and our face in awe

Or maybe the grace on the exercise floor

That we noticed as soon as we opened the door

For what ever the scene that our memories do bring

This photo brings beauty to all who have seen.

 

 

 
 

Picture It and Write, Sept.15,2012

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The wickedly beautiful young lady admired herself in her poisonous mirror. Thoughts of how no other could be as beautiful as she, were the thoughts that ran through her mind. She had always been praised by her parents of her beauty and her smarts growing up. Her parents wanted to encourage her out of her shyness as a young child, so they filled her mind with their own desires of their hearts.

She did come out of her shell, and once the clam jaws were opened they sucked in the innocence of young men, anxious to fulfill their adolescent  minds and wondering eyes. Once she even lured with her natural bait, the married man who lived in the next block down from her house.

What was to be a promotion from shyness to acceptance, ended up being sucked into the soul, as if the devil’s breath was breathing heavily into her. She walked with her head too high, she chose beauty, and power over school books and learning. By the time she was 16 years of young age, she walked away from the school doors, never to return again.

Her life was wasted, never leaving anything on this earth but a black mark on the sidewalk, where the cops found her dead body, showing evidence of her neck being sliced. She laid there alone, life seeping out of her veins, dying alone.

The moral of this story is that your outer beauty is only the peeling of the apple. What hides in the inner core, is who the person really represents. When we believe that there is no one better than us, along comes a spider and traps you in their web, replacing your thoughts with theirs.

 

What Did I Do To This Old Lady!!!!

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I had to do something. Too much stress going on, which I don’t seem to be able to rid myself of. So went to the beauty salon. Minus make-up, this is my new look. Gave myself a boost of pink for a change

I Believe

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I know that I have Jesus living with me, and I also know that I don’t understand many things about life. I realize I am a simple-minded person, but I believe, and to me, this is what matters most. I don’t understand the whole idea of why others and my brother suffer, I don’t understand the reasons behind it, but I believe.

Here are some photos to help someone questioning if God is here among us. I hope you enjoy.