Tunnel Vision, The Daily Post


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You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?

 

THE TUNNEL

 

A house at the edge of the block

Covered by bushes and trees

A scary place to walk by at night

Can make you feel so ill at ease

 

And  inside lives an old woman alone

Who  cares  less about the outside view

She’s heard all the scandals and stories told

She smiles, because she always knew

 

That she is the only one who has

A secret place given only to her

A tunnel which brings her life  alive

Which she sees clear, not even a blur

 

When she feels cast out from the world

She only need walk through that door

She lets the light guide her way

To there and here for  never more

 

And waiting for her to say hello

With smiling faces of delight

Is all her family passed from here

And everything is finally alright.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

(Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry) Facebook

08.19.2014

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ENOUGH, I SAY


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ENOUGH, I SAY

Enough of the noise

Enough of the chatter

The bitching and like

Nothing seems to matter

 

I have to leave

I tell you now

I gotta get out

Or scream and shout

 

I clock out today

And go home and pack

I leave a note

I am not coming back

 

The drive out of city

The air begins to clear

I can almost feel

That I am very near

 

I get out of my car

And shut the door

I look back at the past

Thinking never more

 

I stand at the bottom

I look way up

I can feel my heart

Running over the cup

 

I get my gear

And I lock the doors

I head up the mountain

For ever more

 

No one will see

What my eyes can view

Understanding is gone

Between me and you

 

I find a place

A perfect fit

I place all my things

Then I bend to sit

 

The air is pure

My head is clear

I can feel God everywhere

He is very near.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

(Facebook) Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry

08.16.2014

OLD BLUE


OLD BLUE

Old Blue that was his name

The best damn dog I ever had

It almost seemed he could read my mind

He was always good, and never bad.

 

I found him on the back porch

He looked so thin and cold

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him

So I picked him up to hold.

 

He couldn’t have been no bigger

Than my two hands held together

His tail showed a little life

And I knew he would be mine forever.

 

I raised him all those days from there

Even taught him a trick or two

He was always by my side

The two of us were stuck like glue.

 

Then one day  I got old it seemed

And Blue he even got older

When  I went to give him his breakfast

He didn’t move and his skin was colder.

 

I  lost my best friend that day

Now I had no reason to live

Old Blue had kept me company

He had so much love to give.

 

I sit here with tears in my eyes

As I look out over the grounds

I sure do miss that dog I admit

Miss seeing him run around.

 

Lord you brought me a friend

And now you took him away

Do you think my day will come

When he and I can play?

 

I rock in my worn out rocker

And I look up to the skies

I thought I heard a familiar bark

Then I wipe the tears from my eyes.

 

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

08.15.2014

 

 

THE YOUNGEST I WILL EVER BE


THE YOUNGEST I WILL EVER BE

Today I am

The youngest

I will ever be

Another minute

Hour gone

Dusk sits in

Replacing light

Softness fall

All around

And I listen

To the quiet

And I ponder

On tomorrow

Wondering what

Is in store

As I look forward

To being the youngest

One more time.

WRITTEN BY,

TERRY SHEPHERD

08.15.2014

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Don’t Let it Win


Press deeply my friend

Don’t let it win

Stand tall

Hold close, don’t fall

Life will move on

You have to remain strong

It may look far away

I swear it’s closer than today

Don’t listen to the talk

Stand up, strut the walk

Bind your ears

Rid your fears

For there is nothing worth the price

Of giving up your life.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.03.2014

 

A Kiss is But a Kiss


A Kiss is But a Kiss


A Kiss is But a Kiss

A kiss is but a kiss

A smile is but a smile

But when you touch my face

And my heart begins to race

I want to sing and dance

My feet begin to prance

I want to  hold you close

I want to be your rose

Pluck my petals please

Bring me to my knees

For a kiss is not a kiss

A smile is not a smile

Unless you’re here with me

For all the world to see.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

06.03.2…

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A Kiss is But a Kiss


A Kiss is But a Kiss

 

A kiss is but a kiss

A smile is but a smile

But when you touch my face

And my heart begins to race

I want to sing and dance

My feet begin to prance

I want to  hold you close

I want to be your rose

Pluck my petals please

Bring me to my knees

For a kiss is not a kiss

A smile is not a smile

Unless you’re here with me

For all the world to see.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

06.03.2014

 

 

 

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The Waitress


The Waitress

I know you saw me

Standing there

Desire in your eyes

Your lips wet

Hands in pockets

I strike a pose

You change positions

I throw my head back

You love the slender neck

You legs begin to move

I take one step forward

You stand a little taller

Hands reaching out

Fingertips touch

You twirl me around

A smile widens on your face

Your hand around my waist

Hips come together

Music on the…

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The Waitress


 

The Waitress

I know you saw me

Standing there

Desire in your eyes

Your lips wet

Hands in pockets

I strike a pose

You change positions

I throw my head back

You love the slender neck

You legs begin to move

I take one step forward

You stand a little taller

Hands reaching out

Fingertips touch

You twirl me around

A smile widens on your face

Your hand around my waist

Hips come together

Music on the jukebox

You rip my apron off

And look into my eyes

Feet moving in sync

Hearts beating faster

Spinning round and round

The cafe disappears

As we sink into the groove

The dance is over

My  apron reattached

You walk towards the door

Taking one last look again

I blow a kiss your way

You reach out to grab it

Our eyes speak

As we know this

Won’t be the last dance.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

05.27.2014

 

In Honor of My Parents and Brother Al


In Honor of My Parents and Brother Al


IN HONOR OF MY PARENTS AND BROTHER AL

 

It is beautiful outdoors

The sun is shining

The birds are singing

I feel I must leave

Yet I fight inside

The clouds hang

Over me and they

Could lift if I only

Choose to see

And say hello

To my parents

And brother dear

This is so hard

Excuses galore

But I must go

Out of respect

For I will be

Grieving my

Own selfishness

So I say out loud

Go tell them

That…

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