The Broken Mirror

The Broken Mirror
The coldness of your heart
Touches deep within my skin
The day you wanted to part
Gives me chills from deep within

I can still feel your heart  beating
I can taste your oh sweet lips
The stolen moments of meetings
Your hands sliding down my hips.

When you laid me on the bed
And you stroked my face that way
When you kissed me toe to head
And you showed your loving way

When you and I together
Clinched hands and tasseled hair
When the lightning from the weather
Was quieted and our souls were bared

I touch the place that you once touched
And I smell the pillow case
I can’t believe the hush
Tears running down my face

I will learn to forget you
I will sense you no longer more
I will forget your eyes so blue
I will forget the walks along the shore

Don’t come round and beg me
Don’t let thoughts of me come near
For the weakness of my knees
Will surely show my fears

So this is how it shall be
A tearing of the heart
I stand looking back at me
Touch the mirror and it breaks apart.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd



Wok Supper

I have never owned a Wok nor used one; but I saw one on sale for a good price at the store over the weekend so picked it up. Going to the market on my way home I picked out fresh vegetables I enjoy.

Yellow squash, green peppers, carrots, onions, cucumbers, potatoes, granny smith apples, and a block of cheddar cheese. Along with my spices I cut everything up and placed it in a hot, canola oil. Not quite sure of what to expect, I remained close-by. It wasn’t long at all I had a nice meal and it smelled good. I had some left-over chicken breast that I diced and added to my dish along with some squirts of lemon and lime juice, along with some cubed cheese. I really enjoyed this meal and have enough left for another meal tomorrow. I will definitely use the Wok again, because I like fresh, color, easy, healthy and on top of all that, good.


Home Skillet

This is your time to shine. To make a comment on the topic below. I had a question asked to me today by a lady who blogs on another site. Her question was this.

If I want to be able to speak and voice my thoughts on any topic in the world what would you suggest it to be?

My answer was, religion. I say this because there have been places I  have been to and people I have been around that I tend to clam-up about my views. Various reasons come into it such as fear of ridicule, being set apart.

It is another thing to write or say things online. My reason for saying this is because strangers read what you write. It is very hard to keep what you do online private; no matter which buttons you click on.

I have heard stories about how politicians read postings on Facebook. I know of one time a police was in a chatroom and busted a minor for sexual content. (This was years ago). Point being we just don’t know who is reading what anymore; so my question is:

Are you willing to state how you feel about religion or politics to anyone anywhere? Would you be willing to be stoned as Jesus was? Or do you pick and choose the topic and where you are?

Please place your comment below.


Sixty-Watt Light Bulb

I had to share this experience with you. I used to be a Pharmacy Technician. I am not the brightest light bulb in the world but I am at least a 60 watt bulb.bulbSo yesterday I went to the pharmacy and I will not name the business. When I arrived home and was looking at the medications I received, I noticed one was not the same amount of pills.

Since all of them were supposed to be for three months, I felt like there was an innocent error so I called the doctor. They assured it was and would call a new prescription in. By today I hadn’t heard back from the doctor nor the pharmacy so I once again called the doctor.

” Yes, we called it in yesterday. Sorry that happened. If there are any problems, let us know.”

I called the pharmacy to see if they had received the script for two months. This is the moment I wondered who was actually on the other end of the line. Let me explain that the medication instructions were,  po bid pc;

take one pill by mouth twice a day after meals, usually after breakfast and after dinner. So for this script I would require 2×30=60 pills for one month supply.

I am talking to the pharmacy technician and she says they did not call a script in for two months; only one. I asked, ” How many pills were given and did you fill?” She states,”120.”

I didn’t say a word, but I was thinking oh brother.

I said thank-you and told her I would be out tomorrow. I don’t know what she was thinking but I am glad I am at least a 60 watt bulb. Other wise I would have been back on the phone with the doctor raising cane about the mixed up prescription again.