The Waitress
I know you saw me
Standing there
Desire in your eyes
Your lips wet
Hands in pockets
I strike a pose
You change positions
I throw my head back
You love the slender neck
You legs begin to move
I take one step forward
You stand a little taller
Hands reaching out
Fingertips touch
You twirl me around
A smile widens on your face
Your hand around my waist
Hips come together
Music on the…
The Waitress
I know you saw me
Standing there
Desire in your eyes
Your lips wet
Hands in pockets
I strike a pose
You change positions
I throw my head back
You love the slender neck
You legs begin to move
I take one step forward
You stand a little taller
Hands reaching out
Fingertips touch
You twirl me around
A smile widens on your face
Your hand around my waist
Hips come together
Music on the jukebox
You rip my apron off
And look into my eyes
Feet moving in sync
Hearts beating faster
Spinning round and round
The cafe disappears
As we sink into the groove
The dance is over
My apron reattached
You walk towards the door
Taking one last look again
I blow a kiss your way
You reach out to grab it
Our eyes speak
As we know this
Won’t be the last dance.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
05.27.2014
A Ray of Light
When things look low
And you have nowhere to go
When the light is dark
No gaiety nor lark
A gentle…
When things look low
And you have nowhere to go
When the light is dark
No gaiety nor lark
A gentle breeze a gentle touch
A whisper in your ear you need so much
A ray of light, a touch comes my way
Gives me strength for one more day.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
01.22.2014
I have been blessed once more. My very best friend in the world came yesterday. She is staying with me a few days. Once I was alone. Then God sent me two caregivers. Yesterday he sent my girlfriend. I can see the ray of light.
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Did someone say something or did you notice anything that made you all of a sudden jump back? Did…
Did someone say something or did you notice anything that made you all of a sudden jump back? Did you in a blink of an eye realize that you are getting older or out of the hip hop age?
Did a fly land on your nose and you smacked it, knocking some kind of weird thoughts to fly through your head? Did you really think that you were like a balloon being blown up and at one point you would not burst?
I did have that moment last night. While laying in bed watching my Nick-At-Nite station this commercial came on. I sat up sort of snickering to myself. I was trying to picture it. Then as the commercial repeated itself several times, and this was in case you are so old that you didn’t catch it all the first time, I was laughing hysterically.
There was a small part of the stunt that I didn’t find amusing. No dimples were showing on my face. In fact, I thought, what will these TV programs do for a buck? Is this what most people want to see; or am I just out-of-date.
The show that was being advertised was Forever Young. The show is about mixing up young people with senior citizens. First of all why does this rub me the wrong way? Isn’t it the young people who laugh when I am walking through the street crossing and ask a young man to hold my elbow so I don’t fall?
Isn’t it those young whipper snappers always trying to show me their manliness by showing me their butt cracks in their pajamas bottoms? Or how about those young fillies last week that laughed their you know whats off when they saw me walking down the pier at the lake? I couldn’t help it a wrinkle escaped here and there through my new bikini. For heaven’s sake give an old lady a break.
But what about the happy Seniors that were brought up in a different era. Being taught to dress properly, respect all elders, obey your parents, and be a God-fearing person. Why is so important to show the younger generation getting the Seniors to get drunk or party on.
Is that the way people have fun today? Going to bars, bed hopping, getting plastered or making complete fools out of themselves? Is this what it takes to sell TV? What about medical conditions; shouldn’t that be considered before you pour that first glass down an older person’s throat?
The part that made me laugh myself until I almost peed was the thongs. Ya thongs, yep, I tried them one time. But it felt like I was always picking something out of my rear. Like a piece of chicken caught in my teeth, I was always picking at my britches.
The size of the thong for the TV commercial looked pretty large to me too. Sort of like where does that string go, or finding a needle in the hay stack thing. I don’t know; I tried to picture myself strutting downtown with the walk, but every few feet I had to stop and pick, just like a dog stops and scratches.
I always used to laugh when I was a snotty teenager about the brand of underwear that guys wear. Fruit of the Looms, I wondered naughty thoughts that I won’t write here, just use your imagination.
But now that I am older myself, I want comfort. I want the fruit of the Looms for gals. Cover up my whole area, no picking for me. The only thing I want to be scratching is my new lottery tickets I just bought.
So maybe I am getting dull or older or simple. But when I have a guy looking my way I want him to notice my Madonna breast and not my fingers that have been lost in the deep divide.
I don’t want to come to the realization that the only way I am going to attract the opposite sex is by being all fogged up and wondering who’s bed I am waking up in. I will be content with who I am and try to do good things for others. For entertainment, I will laugh my ass off at the TV commercials and be asleep by ten.
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Laying in bed all covered up. 9pm and watching Bad News Bears. Seeing the faces of these little kids wanting to play ball so badly with a drunk coach that cares more about the can than the kids.
The kids lose all respect for the drunken coach. They take a vote and decide to quit. They had been teased enough by classmates. As I am watching this show something in me is beginning to connect with these kids who are starting to believe they are losers.
Are they really losers or do they just need a push and words of praise? I believe the latter. I find that this is true for all of us who walk this earth. Believing we are nothing and worthless doesn’t make life a great place to walk among other human life.
I started to see my own self as a could be loser. I was having a good beginning to a nice big pity party. I thought about my swim class and how I have missed this week because of appointments for my brother and the known fact that I am too big of a scardy cat to drive on the snow and in the frigid temperatures.
I began to place myself in make-believe places. I envisioned myself fixing up my face. Using my make-up to make others believe that I was a hottie. I made my eyes pop. I had nice pouty red lips. Flawless skin with nice peachy colored cheeks. I would slide into my tightest fitting pants. Put on a push-up bra and slip a silky top over my chest. Spraying perfume that would drive the guys crazy, I agonized the pain as I squeezed my big feet into four-inch spikes.
There I did it. I looked like Olivia Newton John in the movie Grease. A real looker. I got in my car and drove to the busiest bar and parked. Standing outside the double doors I lit a cigarette and opened the doors making sure to stay there long enough to get the looks coming my way.
Reality smacked me right in the face as some big smart ass made a crack,look at granny there thinking she’s all that and more. Darn, she must be hard up for sex guys. Which one of you is going to be her first?
The smack was hard and I dropped the smoke from my lips and it burnt my perky little blouse as it fell to the ground in ashes. Stepping on it with my heels, I flipped my hair and gave them the bird and turned around and walked a way. I was not going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had broken this heart.
After letting that vision fall to the floor, I flipped the stations while a commercial was on. Ice-skaters were skating for competition. My visions picked back up as I saw myself standing in front of my dressing room. I had beautiful brown hair that was pulled up tightly into braids on top of my head. My eyes were deep brown and my brows were perfectly lined. Carefully painted red lips adorned my face.
As I smoothed my costume I ran my hands down the curves of my body. I had done good. There was not even an inch to pinch. Hard work outs and starving myself had paid off. I was beautiful. I could hear the crowds cheering. They were calling my name. They wanted to see me skate. I was tagged as a favorite for this years competition.
I walked out of my dressing room and put on my skates and laced them up. I stood at the edge of the rink and saw dozens of roses falling over the floor. All of a sudden I saw myself as the girl who stared in the movie with Rob Lowe. Was her name Lindsey? I can’t remember. She was blind but beautiful and a fabulous skater. She did her routine and then fell over the roses.
For me I walked out with an attitude of beauty and desire and tripped right over the roses. I fell onto the ice head first breaking my nose. Well, there goes that dream. Poof it was gone. The commercial is over so back to the movie.
Because of low esteem and anger towards the coach the kids were acting out. They were punishing the coach for letting them down. The manager had recognized his faults and came back to where he should have been all along. He wanted a second chance. How many times do we as adults give second chances? For kids I think this comes easier. They trust quicker than adults do. After a couple of practices they are all coming together as a team.
I looked at myself. I stripped myself down to nothing. All that was left was the heart and soul that the skin was holding in place. Having given birth three times was the first thing that was sticking out to me. Thank goodness for tummy huggers. We can hide what we don’t want shown.
Growing older is definitely a reason for the sagging to start showing. Boobs that once stood on their own now need a little help from a Madonna bra. The droopy butt needed a pair of panties with a lift for the behind.
Somewhere out there I know there is a woman who has been exactly where I am at today. To have created these wonderful allusions to make us go back to a time when we were younger and with skin much firmer is definitely a dream come true.
It was fun to play make-believe It made me laugh. It lightened my mood, and I learned a good lesson that I didn’t even realize until it was over. We live and we play hard in life. We are where we are today because of the paths we have chosen. I may not have that bar look, and I am definitely not one whose name is mentioned often. But I am me, proud of who I am. I have lived, had beautiful babies, taken care of sick, made others feel better. I write, I have what I am supposed to be having for the moment. Who knows what the next door holds that I will walk through.
I still have my dreams. I think it is very important to have dreams and goals. I don’t think it is silly to want to leave one mark on this earth. I am learning through experiences that laughter can be found in small places. I even laughed at myself and this is rare. Life is good isn’t it………
Who I am 