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…

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Islands In The Stream


walk way

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


vintage-teacupsA girl now eighteen

Was ready and pristeenwoman in mirror

The word was ever more

Flowers on the floor

Bouquet in both hands

People from all landslady_vienne2

Vows were said  I do

Yes I will marry you

Kisses, hugs and bows

A big Victorian houseCape-May-Victorian-homes

A night of passionkissing-love

Love and thrashing

A morning all new

A cup of tea with you.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/29/2013

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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 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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