When We Wish Upon a Star


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When we wish upon a star

We’re not really

Wondering who we are

We are thinking

Far from this

We are thinking

About that kiss

The one that was

Placed upon our lips

The magical night

Brought with so much bliss

Terry Shepherd

04/23/2013

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The Burning Image


A troubled life followed the kid into his adulthood. Drugs and too much sex destroyed his

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mind and his body. He was filled with guilt and now equally filled with a bad sickness. Lying on his bed filled with other  patients he wanted to die.

He blamed everyone for where he was today. He didn’t like his parents rules so he ran a way from home. It didn’t take him long to learn that he had made a mistake but his pride kept him from going back, so he learned to let the streets suck him in.

Having nowhere to go after his friend’s parents kicked him out he stayed at different homes eventually sleeping in cars. For a couple of weeks he found an abandoned garage and he curled up in some old blankets each night. Then he got busted and almost had the cops called on him but he ran faster and escaped.

During his travels he experienced what it was like to be used and dumped. He slept with whom ever offered him a bed as the nights turned colder. It wasn’t important to him who he stayed the night with. It was more about staying warm and free from snowy weather.

He found a small town bar and he began a routine of hanging out and playing pool. He used his wit to lure people into trusting him into their lives, even if for a short time. He not only let others use him, he traded sex for theft of money or valuables on his way out the door early in the mornings.

He used the money and sold his finds on the street. This fed and clothed him. The vicious circle consumed him and he began to drink so much he didn’t even remember who he had been with the night before.

Had he even had sex or had he passed out before? Did he sleep with her or him or were there several? He didn’t know and he didn’t care anymore. This was his life as he knew it and there was no going back.

One night as he was doing his trickery of getting into a safe warm haven he got the tables turned. Instead of him doing the joke the joke was on him. It was a Saturday night and he was in his favorite bar.

Drinks were flowing and lies were being spoken. Eyes were concentrating on what could be taken. The time was coming near for the closed sign to be placed. A group of both sexes got together and invited this poor kid to their place for a continuing party.

He didn’t hesitate at all. He grabbed his coat and hat and took off with them. As soon as they got inside more drinks were poured. Lights were dimmed and music began to mesmerize the mind.

One drug was taken out and the table cleared. Later more types of drugs were used. Needles were exchanged from one person to the next. The minutes turned into hours and although he knew he was being passed from one person to the next, his mouth could not open to stop it.

He felt rough hungry hands feeding his body parts lifting him to heights he had never experienced before. Pain seared his body but in some mysterious way brought him even more pleasure.

Darkness turned to dawn and when his eyes opened pain was piercing his entire body. When he tried to sit up he fell back to the spot he had secured for the night. He looked around him and saw people sprawled around him.

He had to get out of here. He couldn’t do this anymore. He had enough. He laid there and his body hurt so bad that he began to weep. He wept for what he had done last night but did not remember. He wept for his life that he refused to change because of his pride. He wanted to die.

People started stirring and he forced himself to sit up. People were looking in empty bottles to see if there may be one more drop. Some were eating left over foods that had set out all night.

Without saying a word he stood up and walked past the zombies and out the front door. No one said goodbye, no one cared. He walked down to the bus stop. Hopping on and taking the first empty seat he was dropped off at the city park.

Snow was falling gently and it was a few days before Christmas. He found a cold bench and sat down. Looking out through hazy eyes he spotted the sparkly lights from the biggest Christmas tree he had ever seen. The star resting on top seemed to be speaking to him as the lights bounced off of the snowflakes.

His eyes were locked on the glistening picture and he felt a strange heat coming over him. It made him afraid as it felt like something strange was entering his body. He continued to sit and watch the magic until his body became so cold he had to move on.

He walked without knowing where and his body followed his footsteps. He was now standing in front of a big church and he saw shelter. He made his way up the steps and snuggled up as close to the wall to keep the winds from blowing on him. He didn’t sleep and he didn’t rest but the nagging feeling that someone was following him could not be shaken.

Startled by the music he stepped a way from his spot and walked around to the front of the church. There on the virgin snow was a live manger. People were gathered around it in a circle with lit candles singing songs.

He stood just out of sight and listened. Words of love piercing his ears entering his soul and touching his heart. Your sins have been forgiven, Jesus loves you, I surrender all. Come to me and I will give you rest.

He slowly moved closer to get a better look at this group that was singing. Then he collapsed. The next thing he saw was two children leaning over him. candle3

Mom, he’s awake. Come look Mom. His eyes are open.

Through the next few days he remained at this family’s home. He was nursed with good hot food and a warm soft bed. He was sick though and fevers came and went. He eventually had to be admitted to the hospital.

. When a diagnosis came in he was moved to a special floor that held many patients with the same sickness as him.

He remained here for some time. He continued to feel as if someone was close to him but seeing no one he tried his best to ignore it. One morning he awoke to a burning temperature. He dreamed in and out of reality. One time he saw a man with a gentle smile. This man burned into his mind. He heard a soft whisper and a hand reaching out to him.

 

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Hold on to Hope

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Standing on the beach alone

Listening to the ocean call my name

Looking back to see if someone

Other than myself is standing also

Waves of fingers reach out to me

Motioning for me  to walk forward

Come into the sea I will keep

You safe and I will be your friend

One foot stepping in front of the

Other leaving washed prints  to fade away

Heart beating faster as I

Move closer to the unseen voices

Rippling waters grab at the edges of my dress

Pulling me  along ever so gently

Come with me dear friend I can

Bring you so much more

Comfort and love than you have

Desired so strongly from within

Water touches my waist as

I am  guided  toward  hope and dreams

Knowing no one will ever miss me

The sea smiles and I  realize

Water is closely wrapping its entire body

So close just a few steps further

Two arms gently pick me  up

Placing my body in strong arms

I  look  into the face

Of someone who cares

Someone has noticed

That I didn’t really want to die

He walks me ever so gently

Back to the beach and lies

Me gently on the sand

Caressing my cheek

Laying his lips atop of my lips

No pretty lady you will not do this

Today   I have heard your heart

I have come to rescue you my lady

I am your every wish and deepest dreams

Today is the first day you will feel  loved.

Terry Shepherd

03/01/2013

I Can Feel


Waves rush over  me

As my toes sink in the sand

Reliving moments from before

Washing ore me new life

Looking out ore the horizon

Trying to see my future

English: Turtle Bay Beach at Caneel Bay.

Hazy skies cloud my mind

Nothing is crystal clear

An empty shell comes in my view

I kneel down and pick it up

Peering inside I speak softly

Are you in here or have you also moved on

Reaching for higher grounds

Where prey can never find you

I turn my ear and listen

To the echoes of once lived life

I place it in my pocket and

Carry this close to my heart

Where I can connect with

What this poor creature has endured

Already in its short life

Looking down and forward

Rubble laying in my path

Who has walked my footprints

What thoughts crossed their mind

As they looked out over the horizon

Trying to figure out their next plan

I have reached the end of the path

My walk is now complete

Make my way back to my beginning

Answers still remain questions

I see a masterpiece as a

Turtle is giving everything she has

To bury her eggs deep within the

Grains of sand, protecting it

Until it is time to be born

Life continues no matter

What is on our mind

No matter where we are

Life moves forward with

Or without us

I look ahead and see the steps

Taking me back to my own thoughts.

Terry Shepherd

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Fairy Tales


Once upon a time in the land of every day living a woman looked out her window. A car had pulled up in her drive way. Julia didn’t recognize it. She stood up and quickly walked to her full-length mirror. She placed some stray hairs  back in  place.

She was still in her night-clothes and now she did not have time to change. The door bell rang and she asked, “Who is it”?

On the other side of the door a voice said,” It is me Julia. You had invited me many months ago. Now I am here. May I come in?”

“What is your name sir? I don’t remember inviting anyone here”. she said to the stranger.

“Please let me in. You will recognize me once we begin to speak”. Julia knew that she should not open this door but something internally nudged at her. She slowly opened the door a crack and peeking out she saw a man standing there. Very nice looking. Neatly trimmed beard. Clothes all with matching attire. He took his hat off and nodded at her. With a beautiful smile he said, ” Do you remember now pretty lady? It is I the man in your dreams”.

Julia stood back for a second slowly remembering the  many dreams she had. They seemed to go on for ever and ever. Dreams to take her a way to a beautiful sunset near an ocean.

She slowly opened the door and invited him in. He stepped through the door and laid his hat on a nearby chair. She shut the door and showed him to a comfortable chair. The two sat quietly for a moment.

” I have come to take you a way dear lady. I am sorry I have not been here sooner but I have been very busy”, the stranger said. Julia blushed as she realized this man knew all of her inner most desires.

” Are you ready to go? We must leave soon or we will not be able to go today. Please do not worry about packing a bag. I have everything that you will ever need”.

Without hesitation Julia stood up and went towards him holding her hand out. He reached for hers and the house became silent. It was if they were floating in air. Traveling through time she opened her eyes to see them standing on a beautiful white beach.

The grains of sand so fine that her feet felt like they were standing in cotton. Waiting near by were attendants to wait on her every whim. There was a gazebo with colors of the skies. Inside was a sunken couch and a couple of chairs.

A man dressed in only a loin cloth walked towards her. He held out his hand and placed hers in it. Julia turned to thank the stranger but he was gone. She followed the man and he helped her get comfortable on the couch.

Soon others were bringing her cool drinks and food. Grapes and strawberries were among the cheeses that lined the golden plate. One attendant drew a chair up close to her. He sat near her feet and began to take off her slippers.

Julia rested her head back as she felt warm oils being massaged into her tired old feet. She must have fallen asleep because when she awoke she was no longer in her house coat. She was adorned in white and gold.

A flowing white dress with a gold belt. Atop of her head rested a crown made from gold trimmed in white. Strands of gold rested gently around her neck. Her skin shone from oils. No longer were there callousness and wrinkles. Skin so soft and supple.

Another servant came to her and helped her to stand up. He walked her to another section of the beach where a small orchestra was waiting for her. There was a square table with white linen draping it. Sitting on top were two virgin white candles. Their  flames softly blowing in the breezes.

The gentlemen began to play  music. He took her in his arms and they waltzed. Julia’s head was spinning. She felt like she was in heaven. Never before had she experienced anything like this. Every worry had vanished. Every ache within her body gone. There were no signs of her job as a housekeeper to be found.

The two continued to dance for what seemed hours. Douglass spun her around. The two became as light as air. He bent in and softly kissed her neck and behind her ears. The kiss he placed on her lips sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned into him and his hands felt the dip in her back and he held her close.

When the music ended he led her to the table and helped to seat her. Servants brought pheasant and lamb. The brightest colors adorned their plates as fresh vegetables were being placed next to the meats.

The two ate saying nothing. With eyes only did they speak  to each other. From under the table she could feel his feet brushing against her legs. After they finished their meal he led her to another gazebo. This one was entirely black with silver sequins. When the breezed moved it looked like stars were dancing for the two of them.

Inside was one bed. He laid her on it. The orchestra could be heard softly playing in the background. He made love to  her like no other had ever done. He found erotic spots that she never knew she had. Her body felt like it was rising above her as he took more and more of her. At the precise moment he put her flaming fires out.

The two rested in each others arms and fell asleep. When she awoke she was in her house coat. She looked down at her feet and her slippers were where they had always been.

She looked around her home. It was dark outside. There were no more servants or white pearls of sand. Silence replaced the softly playing orchestra. Sitting beside her on her tray was the remains of her soup she had been eating.

She had been dreaming again or had she. Her inner spirit felt new again. She carried hope and faith for a new beginning. She got up and peeked out the window but saw nothing. She walked in the bathroom and saw sparkles in her eyes. There were specks of gold hiding in her hair. She moved her hand to her neck where she felt one thin strand of gold.

English: Julia Butterfly or Julia Heliconian (...

She smiled to herself. Dream or not it was so real. She walked into her bedroom and got ready for bed. She shut the lights off.

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Word Bank: Opal, Vague, Whirl, Dream, Sheer, Conjure, Bare, Allure

Pierre’s fiance died only three months ago. Taken from him by a terrible car accident. Each day he sat in mourning on his veranda. The setting sun would cast shadows on the walls signaling him to return to the indoors only to wait until the morrow to grasp his soul once again.

Danielle was visiting his country when he spotted her opal skinned body. He watched her with interest as she took photos and jotted notes in her book. What beautiful flowing hair she had. It was a deep auburn that flowed heavily down her back. Her eyes were sea green.

He never took his eyes off of her during the hour she did her work. Her beauty allured him to her. He took his hat off and introduced himself to her. She smiled at him with vague eyes that he understood she did not recognize his language.

Danielle stopped what she was doing and pulled out her dictionary and with a little struggle communication was transpired. Pierre asked her if she would like to have a drink with him. He had to know more about her. Her smile seemed to conjure him and he felt he could not leave her side.

Danielle agreed to go with him a few yards a way to a tiny cafe that served many varieties of coffees, teas and wines. He helped her to sit and he ordered for the two of them. The two laughed and after some time a touch of flirtation became obvious.

The vocabulary of words became replaced with body signals. When it was time to depart Pierre asked her to dine with him for dinner and she accepted. He bent and kissed her bare hand and replaced his hat as he bid her farewell until their next meeting.

While the two were not visible to each other, Pierre’s mind whirled with thoughts of love. He was infatuated with this beautiful creature. He had never felt these feelings before. He must not let her escape.

He arrived a few moments earlier than Danielle. He waited patiently for her. Then he saw the white bonnet nearing him. Her body was draped in a sheer white dress that made his head dream about what was hiding under the flowing layers.

The two dined and afterwards walked hand in hand through the beautiful park. Under a tree with leaves casting privacy around them he kissed her. She returned his kiss with vigor. Two hearts becoming one at this very moment. He vowed he would never let her go. She had to be his forever and ever.

The two continued to see each other every free minute they had. Danielle was to return to her own country in five days. They talked little about the speed of the days ending. They centered more on the spontaneity of each moment. They lived and they loved.

On the night before she was to leave Pierre took her to a restaurant that was filled by soft shimmering candles. The lights were dimmed low. He had requested a table a way from all others. The service was magnificent, the food was delightful, but the beauty was held in their eyes.

After their creme brulee  was eaten, he knelt in front of her and offered his love by placing a diamond ring on her tiny finger. He stood up and pulled her to him kissing her passionately on her lips. The two left and walked to his home where he gently lay her on his bed. With every fiber in his being he professed his love to her.

The two fell asleep after many hours of passion. In the morning plans were made for her to move in with him. Before they bid each other good-bye for the three weeks they would be apart, each detail of the plans were in place.

He saw her fly into the heavens and he remained glued to the plane until he could no longer see even a speck. Returning to his home his heart felt pain as he missed her so badly.

Time went by slowly at first and then became a snail as it crawled to the last few days before they would finally be together again. He had last-minute errands to run and he was on his way out the door. When he opened it a messenger man stood

there with a telegram for him.

He closed the door and read to himself and then sunk into his chair. Tears started streaming and soon he was hugging the floor sobbing. The telegram had read, This is Danielle’s father. I regret to inform you that she was killed instantly in an automobile accident two days ago. I am so sorry that I have to tell you this.

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Walking In Faith


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I know it isn’t the prettiest subject, but my life is not always pretty. You want to know the good and the bad in my days right? I always said life is not really a bed of roses.

Right after supper last evening I got this tiny sharp pain beside my eye. No, it wasn’t from my throw together meal. LOL. I heard you thinking. It didn’t go a way, and by bedtime, I wasn’t in any crucial pain, but that stab was still there.

I went to use the lady’s room prior to jumping in my nice warm flannels sheets and I saw the culprit staring back at me in the mirror. I panicked a bit My one eye lid was pretty swollen. Oh no, I am supposed to stand in front of people on Thursday and give a verbal reading of my poem. What am I going to do now. I don’t want to miss this opportunity and I also don’t want to be questioned.

For the past two years the doctors are letting me know that I am getting older. Me? Getting older? Well, when the doctor says it, I guess I will believe it also.

My eyes are showing their age also. This is about the fourth time I have gotten another infection in my eye. A tear duct gets plugged. It doesn’t stick with just one eye, it goes to either one, but I have never had it in both at the same time. My eye lid gets swollen and tears run down my face. I have to use this gel type medicine and put it on my eye lid and hope I did a good enough job that it will saturate up under the lid. The antibiotic in it then heals the tear duct, unplugging it.

I put the gel on at bedtime but when I got up this morning it was in full force to the naked eye. I need to use this gel three times a day and it had been used once in several sleeping hours. I did as the doctor said. I washed my eye with Johnson’s baby shampoo and then applied the gel. It is almost time to use it again and now the redness is mainly gone. I am just stuck with the eye that looks like someone punched me.

I am going to go to the book reading tomorrow. I am not contagious, and I really don’t want to lose the opportunity to do this. Maybe a door has been opened for me, who knows. I did not see Al today because it is an infection and all kinds of germs run rampant through nursing homes. I haven’t seen him since Sunday in fact because of the frigid temperatures. I did call him but he could not talk as he was playing bingo. I told the nurse to tell him that I would be in tomorrow afternoon. The weather will be better and I also don’t want him to think I don’t care. My eye should be much better as the medicine works quickly.

Now to the last topic. You all know I have been praying without hearing anything about needing to work. For weeks I heard nothing. I placed ads without anything positive coming from it.

Two days a go I had this idea come into my mind but I brushed it off. I was afraid. Afraid of not being able to write anymore. Afraid of losing my friends on here and afraid of not being able to do any type of work because of my bad feet. I can’t stand very long and I can’t sit very long.

Well after the second day of swatting this fly a way, he kept returning. It was getting on my nerves to be quite honest. Have you ever had something on your mind that no matter how you tried to dismiss it, it would not leave until you dealt with it?

I made a couple of calls that my mind kept telling me to do. I have no answers but there is a chance that a program will assess my damages from my diabetes and they may be able to find a match for me that fits my health.

I still  want to worry about not being able to write. Writing has become such an important part of my life. It represents who I am. I have a sneaky feeling that God is behind this. He is answering. If it is him, he already knows my dreams. He will guide me through each door and put me right where I am supposed to be. I believe this is called faith, and I am going to walk in faith that this will turn out alright. I probably won’t have answers yet Friday. From what I was told there is many steps to this.

I feel and did feel calm after I made the phone calls. So now I will not worry or bite my nails or eat everything in my cupboards. I will trust, just plain trust and go to the scheduled meeting Friday afternoon.

Daily Prompt; Sweet Sixteen/The Daily Post


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When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

I don’t remember a whole lot at the age of 16. I do remember me getting my driver’s license. I had my first job. Mom and Dad always said if you want extra’s in life, work for it. I remember in my mind thinking that I was going to be in the health care field. It wasn’t going to be what I am actually doing today. I was going to be a Physical Therapist or a counselor for teens.

Life was fairly simple at that age. The normal drama that teens go through was really not that much out of the norm. Dating, good grades, helping out at home, and getting a pay check, and most of all friends. Not one or two, but as many as I could gather. Quality was not the issue then, quantity was.

I dreamed of getting married and having kids. I dreamed of the happily ever after that a lot of girls do. It doesn’t always work out this way, and it didn’t for me either. God brings changes and test in to our lives to strengthen us and hopefully find our own path in life as individuals.

Today, I have been married and am divorced. I did have the fairy tale dream for a while, but that was short-lived. I do have three wonderful and beautiful kids. I guess they are not kids any longer but in my heart they are still my kids.

I did go into health care, but on a more personal level. I did schooling and certificates, but have spent the last 23 years taking care of someone else. The goal was not like I thought it would be. Help them heal and they walk out of my office in the end, paying me and skipping on through life.

My goal now is to bring comfort. To wipe the brow of a lonesome soul. To gently wash the tears a way. To bring comfort the only way I know how through my words and touch. I am proud of where I have been led. I have come to know many wonderful human beings. I have touched hearts and souls with so many.

I may not have a glamour life. I may not spend my spare evenings dancing and bar hopping. I may not even be the life of the party. But, I am where I am supposed to be at this time in my life.

Now with Al being in another home, I am searching for the road that will lead me further into helping another soul. Maybe it will not be in health care. Maybe it will be through my words. I don’t know. I loved my dreams back when I was sixteen, but I love me more for the lives I have been able to touch and heal.