Weekly Writing Challenge; DPCHALLENGE


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This week, weave a story about yourself told through the lens of your past December 23rds.

When I think back to past Christmas years on the 23, I get mixed memories. Smiles, sadness can appear and then fade a way as I go year to year.

Christmas as a kid was always the same. Wonderful, magical, excitement! Those were the days.

Christmas as a married adult meant working over-time, need of more money, lots of presents under the tree for our children. Giggles and screams of delight as wanted gifts were opened.

A divorce and remarriage on the rebound means sadness to me. A husband who made life hard to exist. Him hiding when people came to our house. Embarrassment, replaced delight of seeing people. Wanting to get the day over with. No money, very few gifts. It was always a sad time for me and an angry time as well. I saved my little bit of money I earned each week and finally was freed from this relationship.

The loss of parents that you love leaves the biggest gap in your heart. Christmas joy is ripped a way. Tears and sorrow replace all other feelings. Robotic movements kick in as you try so hard to carry on in a normal way that Christmas is supposed to be. Always glad when it is over, but sad when my kids leave to go back to their homes.

Christmas this year I dreaded with all that I have. Excitement over my kids being here. Sadness over wondering if Al would make it to the holiday. Thankful he was here, sad he slept through it. Not as many gifts but gifts that were wanted and enjoyed. Plenty of food and good conversation took the sting out of what was happening in my brother’s bedroom.

I am glad Christmas is over. My tree is down and the house looks more back to normal. Al is still here having bad days, and some better days mixed in. I treasured each moment with my entire family, knowing in my heart that there will never be a Christmas like this again.

Christmas will come once again. The 23rd will arrive without delay. People will come and some will never be seen again, but hopefully the future will open new doors. New memories and I will once again smile, remembering the pasts and looking forward to the future.

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Can You See Me Dancing?


Every time I hear this song, no matter what I am doing or what kind of mood I am in, I get happy. I just want to dance and get happy. Do you have a song that does this to you?

 

Now this song is my ultimate favorite Christmas song. When I used to buy CD’s at Christmas time I would not even budge buying unless it had this song on it.

What Christmas songs do you enjoy?

 

Christmas Cards


44Alastair gave me an idea. He wants Al‘s address so he can send a Christmas card to him.

Isn’t that a great idea? I remember I did this for his birthday, but why not Christmas too?

If anyone would like to wish my brother a Merry Christmas, please email me at

tellmenolies2004@yahoo.com

for his address.

Thanks everyone. Don’t feel obligated, I know stamps are expensive and time is valuable.

You See That Mountain?


My Mountain

You beat me

When I was down

You whipped

Me to the ground

But now I

Am a man

Standing

On two feet

On solid ground

I ain’t gonna take

It anymore

You’ll never

Whip me again

For you see

That mountain over there?

It has my name on it

And I am going to

Climb it to the top

Open my lungs

And yell

Freedom!

This is all mine

And I’m gonna

Place a stake

On it right now.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

11/11/2013

 

 

 

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Daily Prompt; As Seen on TV


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Write a script for a late-night infomercial — where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “products” don’t? What are the benefits of reading your blog?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LATE.

Are you feeling blue, alone and sometime misunderstood? Do you need someone who cares to listen? Do you enjoy reading about real life stories? Do you want the truth instead of iced lies?

Well come visit my blog. Here you will read heart-felt stories. You will find out that you are not alone in your feelings. Do you think your messed up family is the only one out there? Here you will discover that there are many families with internal problems.

Do you know someone who suffers a chronic illness? Here you will see my daily walk caring for a family member.

What about poetry? Do you like poetry in simple form? Do you want to experience reading without digging out the dictionary? You can find that here. In my blog there are many followers that are caring and loving.

You will never feel alone. So the next time you are sitting up in bed, in the late of the night, feeling all alone and crying, come visit me. You can’t go wrong.Eyes Wide Open_0

Why


WHY?

Why do we have to feel pain
Why do we have to hurt
Why do we have to grow up
Why do we?

Why do we believe
That fairy tales come true
Why do we get so sad
Why do we?

Why did we want it so fast
Why did we want to grow up
Why do we want everything now
Why do we?

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

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Christmas At Our House


In bringing Christmas to Al I have spent a lot of time in his room today since he is home. Pulling out boxes and bags, looking for Coca Cola Christmas items. He was so engrossed with what I was bringing out the tears stopped.

When I first started bringing him things he cried. Each new piece, brought more tears. Then I started pulling out items he has not seen since he has been home from the Nursing Home. The tears slowed. I decorated his room with greenery and before the afternoon was over I had completely transformed his room into Christmas. Reds and Christmas music floated around him.

Holiday Snoopy, Charlie Brown stuffed animal that plays Merry Christmas, a musical globe with the traditional Christmas colors all lightened his spirit. I told him that since he didn’t think he would be here for Christmas I was going to prove to him that he was here for Christmas by bringing it to him.

Mickey Mouse is playing his horn. The ramp I push Al down in the mornings and afternoons are all decorated with silver tinsel and red bows. I found Christmas music on U Tube and our house has turned from death to gaiety.

It is sort of odd. The house is quiet from family and kids and yet there is a peace that is  flowing through our house as Al smiled at me as he looks at his collections of red, greens and sparkles in his room with music playing softly in the background. It is truly Christmas inside our house and Al isn’t missing a thing.christmaschristmas 2oct 13 13purple candles

 

A New Chapter of My LIfe Blossomed


I don’t know if any of you would be interested or not, but I thought I would put the word out here to you.

As you know if you follow me I have been writing more and more poetry. I decided I wanted to save them in one spot and hopefully later on I will publish a book on my poetry.

There is nothing more than my poetry I write on here. No stories or funnies, just poetry. This way it will be easy to pull all my work and gather it together.

My editor told me that the book Dahlia will be published very soon. I am so excited. I am working on the book about my brother’s life journey and now this. I am not doing it for any reason, just for myself, and hopefully I can help someone smile or remember something about their own life or past.

The link is at Face Book. It is called, Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry. 

https://www.facebook.com/poetryinthought

Well, there it is, out in the open. So if any of you want just a page of poems come check it out! Thanks for reading dear friends.

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If I Ruled The World


If I ruled the world                                                                      earth

I would wipe

Away all illness

Every day would

Be new and kind

No sharp tongues

Families holding

Thoughts and hands

No starving

No sleeping

In boxes

Children would

Be free to roam

Unafraid of no one

If I ruled the world

God would

Be smiling

As he would

Be pleased.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/18/2013

Amazing Grace


Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. Oh my God you picked me. A weak statue fumbling through thick forest here on earth. You chose to love me. Me Lord, for all that I am not.

As tears whip through the branches of my life, I can not even begin to thank-you my dear God for still walking beside me. You reach down and lift me up. You bring comfort to my weary soul.

You found me under a bushel of tangled webs. You saw my burning soul crying out to you Lord. I saw tears in your eyes as you heard me calling out to you. You know each and every one of my sins Lord, and yet you say you forgive me.

As I sit here professing my undying love for you a smile comes over your face. As I humbly lower my head, reaching out to kiss your feet, you let me know I am safe. You tell me the wolves will walk by me and leave me untouched, although they hunger.

Amazing grace my Lord. This is what I am offered as long as I continue to follow you. Miracles I shall see. Creatures I shall feed. Naked I shall clothe. What I have I will share. What ever it takes dear Lord, I will do it so that I may show honor to you God. You are the almighty one.

You gave up your life for me. You let them pound nails into your flesh. You bled for me. You are so great and I am so little and yet you provide me with love and amazing grace.

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