Daily Prompt; Non Sequitur


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Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph:

“He tried to hit me with a forklift!”

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a NON SEQUITUR.

Art hated me. I was what you say, the teacher’s pet, but at work. I never missed work. I was never tardy once. I needed my paycheck to support my family. You see, I have six kids at home and a wife.

It isn’t easy feeding that big of family on 12.00 dollars an hour. And with the way the health care has gone down the poop shoot, I end up paying more but getting less in return. It seems like every time I turn around one of the little ones has the sniffles.

Well shoot, I can remember one winter my oldest daughter came home from school with the chicken pox. Can you believe it? She gave it to all the other kids. I think we owned some stock in the doctor by the time we finished with that ordeal.

We are a poor family but we are proud. It has never been an easy street. We got plenty of bumps and gravel that we have to jump over. But you know what? We got love. Yeah, plenty of love. My wife Marie? She and I decided before we got married that we were going to fill our house with lots of love and laughter, and we did a pretty good job, I can tell you that much.

Marie stays home and babysits. I know, right? She can just take care of so many kids, bless her heart. She is a good woman, my Marie. With me working and her helping out, it made us proud when we were able to hand that bank man a nice handful of money.

We bought the house we are living in right now. It needed some tender loving care. But who cares? It is ours and the payments each month are right where they are supposed to be in our budget.

Out back we got ourselves a big old garden. Why, between the kids and Marie and myself, we can live off that all winter long. My Mama weren’t no fool. She taught us kids the same thing. She always used to say, “Joseph, yeah, that’s my name. She would say Joseph, it don’t do you no harm in doing a little bit of work. Look how hard the Lord worked. He worked so hard he had to take a whole day off just to rest. Yeah, my Mama was a smart woman. She taught us well. I sure do miss her, but I know she’s looking down from heaven smiling on me.”

We own our own car too. It ain’t nothing pretty to look at. But its paid for, and that’s what really counts. Just an oil change every now and then and a good wash job makes Myrtle, our car, purr like a kitten.

So it upset me real bad. This one day at work. I was working hard. You see I work in one of those dirty foundries you hear of or read about. Gets me all black, so by the time my day is done, I have to use the company’s shower so I don’t track it all over our house. I think Marie would have my hide if she saw my footprints trampled everywhere. She’d probably hold my dinner from me.

Now Art, this guy at work, he thinks he is pretty special, but I think he is just a little whipper snapper with a big mouth. He ain’t very old I don’t think. Well I doubt if he is dry behind the ears yet.

Now he keeps doing this thing with the boss. Whenever the boss is around he shows himself. No, not naked like, but his being stupid. I guess we could name it “kissing ass.” I don’t think the boss cares for it much. Every time I look his way he is just a rolling his eyes at Art.

Well there was one time he was a showing off and the big boss comes by and he pretty much ignores Mr. Smarty Pants. He comes over to where I am working and ask me if I could do some extra work. You know, sort of fill in since there was a guy out sick.

I said,” Sure boss, no trouble at all.” The next darn thing I knew, that smart mouthed kid jumped up on the fork lift and tried to hit me with it. I kid you not. He tried to run me over with it.

The boss was standing outside his office and he saw the whole thing. Yep, you guessed it. He got in trouble. He got put on a probation thing. This means he don’t get paid and he was put off of work for a week. All I remember is when the boss got through talking to him, Art walked by me and flipped me off. He gave me that old bird signal with his middle finger.

I turned a way but underneath I was chuckling. I couldn’t help it. Mama always said mind your P’s and Q’s and keep your nose to the ground or you’re gonna get into some mighty hot water, and I guess he did.

Well I am glad I didn’t get hurt. I was paying attention I guess, doing a good day’s work for my pay check. Well folks, that’s the end of my story. I better get back to work before I’m the one in hot water. You all have a good night.

If It Feels Good, Just Do It


You probably don’t realize because all you read from me anymore is sadness, but I hate it. I hate giving you my grief and my sadness.

Shouldn’t a writer be able to transfer himself into another pair of shoes and write from their angle? Shouldn’t I pick-up on the wonderful posts  that are heavily perfumed with happy signs?

MaxineI laugh when I read Maxine. She is hysterical. For a few moments I forget where I am and get in her mind of laughter.

Or I would like to post about the wonderful day I had today. A day at the park. Watching kids swimming and running. Playing in the sand.

divingOr maybe I should be out in my favorite store looking over the huge clearance racks.

Macys

I want to, I really do. But my mind and body are tired when I think of getting in my car. Heading out to where people are. I see them chatting, lovers holding hands, eating together at restaurants. And the crowds of people mulling around the clothes racks and I just can’t deal with it.

I love God. I believe in him, but I am lacking. I still think of my own feelings. Maybe I don’t weigh heavily like I should on his word. Maybe I am too selfish or too human. Maybe I can’t move forward or behind.

It feels like I am stuck right in the middle. My life is moving around me. I am the one in the middle watching it go without me and yet my feet are frozen to the ground. I am too full of what is happening in my own walls.

I try to move out, I try to move ahead, but it is difficult. Without your prayers Lord only knows where I would be. There are parts of me that just want this over. Slam the door shut. Write the chapter out, close the book, but I can’t, or don’t know how.

I know that yesterday when I took my memory trip I realized that this town I live in has nothing but sadness written all over it. My parents are from here and they are gone to heaven now.

Family that I loved and trusted are no longer in my life and they are too close in distance,  and my heart is too delicate.

I am not into sports so there are no ballgames for me to attend, my choice, of course. I don’t swim because the lakes are too unsafe anymore. My best g/f lives out-of-town, and my daughter is out-of-state.

Now don’t for one second think I am on my own pity trip here, because I am not. I am sorting things in my mind. Finding priorities that make me smile. Doom and gloom have filled my heart and soul for so long.

I need to break a way. My life will change when Al is no longer here. And I say that lightly because if God wants me this moment, I will be gone before him. I can’t live like this if he goes before me.

I can’t keep digging the hole of sorrow deeper, I will drown. I knew yesterday that some parts of my sadness are brought on by myself. I make my life what it is. So I have made a decision. I don’t care how much money I have or don’t have. I am not staying here.

It was great when family was here. It was wonderful when family spoke. But now, it is a terrible place for me to live. I want to move a way. Move to where the sun shines more and snow is less. I want to be where I am wanted. I want to see tons of trees and hilly land. I want to be where people talk whether I am a stranger or friend.  I will move. This is my goal, my yearning. I need to live, breathe, laugh and love again, and in this city there are too many memories to do this. I want to start writing a new chapter in my book of life.

I feel better now. It is out of my head and onto paper. Have any of you ever felt like this and made the jump? Made a change that not all agree with but you agree with it. It feels good, just do it!victorian lady

New Day


 

 

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken

It is yet another new day

A chance to help out

A chance to bring smiles

A time to ponder

On who I am

And what I have

Done with my life

I make many mistakes

Lord know this best

But learning from them

I plan to do today

My heart is big

My love runs deep

Now help me

To follow your path

For morning has broken.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

9/11/2013

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Do I Have That Right?


Sometimes, like now

I feel like I have to

Know all answers

But do I really

Have that right?

Am I special?

Am I  God?

Why is it I

Can not be satisfied

That things I pray for

Are being answered

In ways I do not see

To be content and

Live the life I

Have been granted

Is more than

I deserve

So I come to

You my God

And pray for

Acceptance, to

Acknowledge that

I do not understand all

For only you

The almighty

Have all the answers.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep


Now I lay me down to sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

God bless Mommy, Daddy, Janae, Preston…

Remember that poem?

I am repeating it now

Because I need sleep

Phones ringing

Deliveries made

Restless mind wondering

Al came home tonight

Tremors followed                                                                     newborn

Tears right behind

Dear Lord

Please let me

Lay down to sleep

If you want to take my soul

Then please do it while

My eyes are closed

Just do me one favor God

Take care of Al for me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/03/2013