The First Time



Walking hand in hand

Ore hills and through trees

On a trip to lover’s world

But all I see is you and me.


We lean against a tree

And you lift my chin to you

Your lips taste mine so firm

And my body follows  your cue.


Sliding down to the ground

You wrap your hands around my face

Our eyes meet and won’t let go

We are the only ones in the human race.


Your body guides me in the grass

One arm around my back

Your face buried in my neck

My mind has lost all facts.


I feel your gentle fingers

Exploring every curve

A hush falls around us

No mouthing a single word.


The rise and fall of our breathing

As you wake my secret place

I feel like I am in heaven

As you take me with such grace.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd







The days we spent together

On the beaches and the

Romantic nights that brought

Stars to twinkle brighter

Those few days my love

Were what I dreamed of

Why couldn’t we hold on tighter

Never return to the days of dull

Now all I have are memories

As I sit here at my desk

The phone doesn’t ring

Our love faded into night

Please come back

For only a few days once again

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



Five Minute Test

WRITEI saw this post on my Facebook page just now. I felt like it was speaking to me since I have felt lost for way too long. I decided to post it here and see if my brain still works. I am going to time myself for five minutes and see what comes out in words.I have no idea of what I will type in this blank, white space. Will it make any sense? Will it prove to me that I have lost something in my writing also? Okay, here goes.


A foolish person I have become at my age still waiting for that second chance at life. Grabbing hold of bubbles filled with sparks of new ideas. Love, is tagged in one beautiful bubble but my fingers can’t quite touch it.

Must I give up hope? After all the years I have lived, the experiences I have acquired, I surely have much to give and share. Wait, hold on. A bubble is floating in my direction. Should I dare? May I reach out and hold it gently in my hands?

Could this be the answer to so many prayers? I walk towards it, closer, it starts to breeze by me as if smiling at me with bursts of colors. Amazingly without thinking another thought, I extend out both of my arms and it gently rest upon me.

Inside there is a beautiful butterfly. Colors of blues and golds. I watch with intense interest at the gentle wings moving within the walls of my own invisible world. I touch it with my finger tips and it calls out to me. Somehow with spectacular grace it slips through its own shell and when I can feel it, it turns into a piece of paper. The bubble burst into mirrored, colored fragments and what is left are the words, this is your life. I have granted you a new opportunity.

Time is up.bubble