Daily Archives: September 29, 2013
Daily Prompt; Clean House
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Is there “junk” in your life? What kind? How do you get rid of it?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us JUNK.
Of course there is junk in my life. All kinds of junk. I have my…
German Apple Pancake
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Delicious German Style Apple Pancake with Saigon Cinnamon Syrup!
this looks so yummy
Islands In The Stream
The love I feel for you
Is wild and over due
Budding blooms
Perfume looms
This can’t be wrong
As my heart sings a song
As we meet along the boardwalk
There is only hush and no talk
Dipping fingers in the stream
Causing skin to gleam
Hearts beating faster
I want you for my master
We walk hand in hand
Deep into this land
Leaning against a tree
I sit and you come to me
I unbutton your dress
And you begin to caress
Lips softly touch
I want you oh so much
Lay me in the grass
We will be one at last
You make me feel so good
Just like I knew you would
Let’s promise to never forget
Let’s never have regrets
Hand in hand we walk
Only hush and no talk
Smiles on our face
From visiting sacred places
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
09/29/2013
Picture It & Write/ Ermilia
A girl now eighteen
Was ready and pristeen
The word was ever more
Flowers on the floor
Bouquet in both hands
People from all lands
Vows were said I do
Yes I will marry you
Kisses, hugs and bows
A big Victorian house
A night of passion
Love and thrashing
A morning all new
A cup of tea with you.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
09/29/2013
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Picture It & Write
Daily Prompt; Clean House
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/29/daily-prompt-junk/, DP, Daily Prompt
Is there “junk” in your life? What kind? How do you get rid of it?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us JUNK.
Of course there is junk in my life. All kinds of junk. I have my remaining issues of never being good enough. This probably is my worst trash in the can that follows me every where. As of this summer with the help and wonderful comments from all of you I am beginning to heal.
I also carry the trash called fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the dark. It started many moons ago when I slept in a bedroom that had a wall socket. Dad had taken it out and put up a ceiling light. He didn’t get around to plugging the hole for a while and I dreamed night after night big, bad snakes were coming out of that hole to get me.
I also had a less than perfect childhood, way back when I was still a toddler. The things that were allowed to take place with me still carry in my mind and when conditions are right, those thoughts will plummet to the surface once again until I beat them down.
I carry with me the fact that marriage doesn’t always last a life time. Scars from hurtful words cause trust to be a high priority when I meet new men. I want a relationship, but this time I need to go nice and slow and develop it at a nice pace. So many guys don’t want this kind of turtle pace today. They want a rabbit pace and I just can’t do it.
I also carry too much blubber on my gut. Three kids, three layers of fat. It sounds nicer when I call it baby fat. The guilt follows me when I see a commercial with a girl in it with a perfect 10.
How do I get rid of it? I am not sure. I am better today at accepting what it was, was and what it is, is. Now that I am much older I think oh well, at least my legs don’t look like pork hocks. At least my facial skin bounces back. At least my boobs don’t fall to my navel.
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German Apple Pancake
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Goodbye My Lover
It is finally here
My wedding day
I have waited so long
For the month of May
But now as I stand
Her…
