A beautiful day came my way

Sun and clouds both did stay

Lazy, no one calling my name

I can play any old game

No phones ringing at all

No voice mails to call

These days are rare and few

I feel almost brand new

Tomorrow Monday comes

The leisure becomes undone

Back to schedules once again

But I will be doing all with grins

For I am rested and ready to go

Come on Monday, let yourself show.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



Something Stupid

I felt like I

Did not fit in

All I wanted

Was to

Be noticed

He was in my class

I caught his eye

He smiled and

I smiled back

On Friday night

We met

We went

To the park

I said something

Stupid like

I love you

And now as

I look down

At my baby

In my arms

I weep.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



For Today

Someone on Facebook just said it was Thursday. What? Are you sure? Where did Monday through Wednesday go?

What did I do in those three days prior today? Maybe for today I am a box or Rice Crispies Cereal. I think I can hear myself snap, crackle, and pop.

All I really remember from these past few days is Al and frustrations. Maybe I was standing beside Michael Buble when he sang roseA Foggy Day In London









It is time to put the cereal box feelings a way. Today I want to be beautiful rose with gentle petals opening after a morning dew. Walking with grace and confidence, calm and graceful. Strong standing tall.

A rose that I do see

Standing oh so near to me

Never afraid to stand apart

Showing steady a beating heart

For today I will breathe and inhale

This flower’s strength and I shall

Take the day as it comes

And I shall sing and also hum

That the soul of the Rose is inside of me

And the beauty I carry for all to see.

Terry Shepherd