Unknown Truth

You shouldn’t touch him. People may point their fingers at you. Your prints will be on him. Quick let’s leave. Let’s just go get the car and get the hell out of here. She looked at him. Fear matched both faces.

The two had been hiking. The sun was hot and above were vultures circling their prey. Water was scarce. Throats were dry. Finding a big enough rock for the two of them to sit down on, they rested.

They were being watched. Sets of eyes upon them. Wanting to be the winner of dinner; they all sat as statues. The two could feel chills running through them. They were aware they were not alone.

Were their lives in danger? Who would save them? Breathing became hushed. A twinkle of light caught their eyes. Getting up they walked towards it. Laying there in the brush was a man.

He hadn’t been dead that long because the birds had not eaten the meat from his bones. A middle-aged man, dressed in shabby hiking clothes. Blood dried on the ground next to the head.

The two looked at each other. Now they realized they were the interruption of the creatures of the wild. They had no way to call for help. They realized they could not carry the body for more than a mile.

They hated leaving him there but there was nothing else that could be done. A helicopter was heard above. Panic took over as it hovered above them. Picking up their gear they fled for their lives.

Voices came over a megaphone. “Stop, stop you two”. The two ran deep into a cave. They needed to think what to do next. The sounds of the chopper came closer. The winds picked up enough to rip wild flowers heads off.

Silence surrounded them. Where were they? Someone must have been looking for that man. The two were innocent, but running was destroying them. An hour went by. No noise could be heard.

The two came cautiously out from the cave. Gun shots fired. Pain seared their bodies. Life fell to the ground. Breathing had stopped.

Remember friends; it is always better to face our problems instead of running from them.



Want a Flatter Belly?

I just heard that the new way to get your belly flatter is make strange noises. Guess what, I tried it and it works. So you don’t want to go to the gym or don’t have time to work out? Do it at home the easy way just make noise, loud noise, noise with power. I might add that you may want to do this when no one is looking. You really don’t want that thick, cotton, white, wrap-a-round around you and be hauled a way.


Poetry Contest

nakedThe cover photo on this page is a photo of the nine modern Muses of the Arts, a sculpture by Napolean V. Abueva. The muses are theatre, literature, architecture, painting, dance, music, film, computer, sculpture. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write a poem in any style or form but it must be inspired by this picture. Write about one of the muses or just a muse- what or who inspires you. Post the poem only. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from February 24 until March 3, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win.

A new prompt will be posted every week

intertwined Minds

I sit here very still

Staring at your face

Winding my wandering eye

Through the curves of your life

I ask myself if I can somehow

Think of words that you will hear

If sometime in our future

Our branches will intertwine

Oh how lovely that would be

Two hearts become one

Arms and legs bound

Minds thinking alike

Love for both to share

I can feel you within me

My soul reaches out to you

Come to me my darling

Let us create the

Art of our love.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


If You Are Bored

Have you ever been bored enough on your computer to check your spam in your email box? If you haven’t please don’t open any spam, but check out the titles to draw you in. Sometimes I sit here and laugh at what I read; they are so ridiculous. Other times I want to reach through the screen and choke some of these spammers.

Anything and everything is running through our spam. From something really rotten like trying to get the innocent readers to open up something that looks like it is from their bank, to crazy, wild crap like how a guy can expand his manhood.

I have even had email spam letting me know if I want a bigger penis, this is what I should do. I have to sit back and laugh so hard I almost pee my pants. I guess it doesn’t help that my name is spelled like a guy’s name; but I believe the spammers send this crap out to anyone.

So if you are bored, just glance through the email spam box, but please don’t open any of it,  unless you are positive it isn’t spam.


Home Skillet

There are a lot of popular shows on TV, that are talk shows. All sorts of topics are discussed such as; depression, movie stars, drug abuse, sex abuse. It doesn’t matter what time or what station, you can usually find one of these shows.

What draws the audience to them? Curiosity, maybe a subject close to home? What about the topic of mental therapy? Is there a therapist that sits behind a desk holding his pad and pen and writing down everything you say; for what ever topic?

When my mother was alive, she used to throw a fit at shows that were on the boob tube back then. I think Sally Rafael and Phil Donahue. She would always say the same thing. “People just don’t want to face the fact they made a mistake. They and the courts want to blame their problems on someone else or mental illness or being unstable”.

What do you think? Are there excuses being made for people who don’t want to stand up and take responsibility for their own actions? Are there times when going to a therapist can actually be helpful?

Give me your thoughts.


Me, Myself and I

Tuesday morning. I have been out of the house once for this past seven days. I am going stir-crazy. I have chatted online, talked to my friends on the phone. I have cooked up pots of soup, broken a heart, and now I can’t think of anything new to do; unless it is cleaning and I don’t feel like doing that.

I decided to visit my own beauty shop here in my bathroom. A shower, clean clothes, some goop for my hair, a hair dryer, comb and brush and make-up. I feel a little more perky now, but when I look back at my new look, I hesitate to the thoughts of; does this make me look my real age? Maybe I should stick with the old look.

Now the voting begins. Which photo do you choose as the better look; the old me, or the new me today? Don’t be afraid to be honest. Honesty is what I am looking for. Remember, we are always our own worst critics.

me, nov 14This is the old me


Feb 24The new me.




In this moment of my life

I looked back   behind me

I saw where once upon a time

I wept, I wept for all I had

Life bloomed, life loved

And silence fell over me

At memories I carry close to me

And I wept, I wept for all I had

Those who came before me

The ones I loved for ever more

Time moved on but I’m still here

And I wept, I wept for all I had

Age is but a number

Our bodies continue on

Our souls shall last for all time

For just this moment

I wept, I wept for all I  had.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd






Out and About

Well my friends. This blizzard of 2015 for TN and KY was something else. I stayed at my daughter’s home the first part of the week then I came home because of predicted ice forming. My chances of moving the car on ice were slim according to my son-in-law.

I just can’t rave enough about him. No matter what he always looks out for me. Don’t you wish all son-in-laws were so awesome? From Tuesday evening until today, Saturday, I have been trapped within my house.

Well, trapped may not be the appropriate word. Maybe it is just common sense that kept me in. A driveway filled with snow, and more snowing, then freezing rain and today it is finally above freezing and pure rain.

We can’t have it all can we? I stayed in side for the reasons above. I went out today to get the essentials but came straight back home. From the ice melting it produces slush. Slush as you well know can be slippery. Along with the rain and the ground not deeply frozen as up north,  everything is thawing out quick.

Flood warnings are posted for TN and KY. I wasn’t worried about flooding at my house, but when I left my mushy driveway, I saw a nice, big pool of water at the corner of my house. Oh no, I sure hope it doesn’t try to seep inside the walls.

It has been a real riot this winter here in Kentucky. This week has reminded me much of my home up north. I am content though. I am dry, warm, I have food and water, so I can say nothing more for now. Oh wait, I can think of one thing I want to say. SPRING, ARE YOU REALLY COMING?


Raisin Bread Bread Pudding

yummy bread pudding

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I buy this brand of Raisin Bread (Rothbury Farms) all of the time at Wal-mart…

Just for toast at breakfast…

or to make French Toast…

so… I thought this would probably make great Cinnamon Raisin Bread Pudding…


After finding a simple recipe… Allrecipes.com

and having all of the ingredients on hand…

I began to tear bread… about 6 slices... into small pieces...


Melted 2-1/2 tablespoons of margarine in microwave

and drizzled over the bread…


In a mixing bowl combined…

4 eggs


3/4 cup white sugar

1 – teaspoon cinnamon

1 – teaspoon vanilla extract

beating until well mixed


Poured over bread…

and lightly pushed down bread with a fork…

until bread was covered and soaking up egg mixture...


Baked in hot oven of 350 degrees F…

for 45 minutes…

Top will spring back when lightly tapped and will be a golden brown…


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