Poetry Contest

For this contest you will write an ABC poem about old letters. Here is how- Pick any letter and start. Each subsequent sentence is a sequential counting of the alphabet. If it is A, the next sentence begins with a B. Then it follows with the third sentence as C and so on. This is a form of acrostic poems. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

MY DESIRES

A stack of papers

Beholds my mind

Creating chapters

Days, weeks and months

From our time together

Giving me tears

Holding feelings in

I only wish

Just one more time

Keeping eyes tight

Longing to see you once again

Mirrored reflections

Now, are all I hold

Open the veil

Pierce your way through

Quicken my heart beat

Rush blood to my toes

Stand  here in front of me

Tell me you are here

Under my spell, my mind

Vacating my space

Wishing I could touch

Xeroxing my thoughts

Zagging in and  out of my mind, are you  here?

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

8/19/2015

 

Take Me Back

 

Take me back

To a place of pinks

And blue skies

Where nothing

Mattered.

Laughing

Skipping

Family

All around.

I don’t like

Being grown up

It hurts

Some days.

Just take

Me back

For awhile,

Please?

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

6.20.2015

My Thoughts to You

Well my friends, it is 9:30 in the evening. It has been a long and yet fast-moving day. I have so much to do here at home yet, but it is those things you can’t deal with until the last day and sometimes the last hours.

Today, I went and met friends for lunch. Tonight, my neighbor and I went out to supper. I have packed some things. My place definitely looks like I am moving. Tomorrow evening will be the last time I can write to you until the internet is hooked up in my new place.

I will be able to use my cell for some internet, but it just isn’t as good as the real deal. So if I don’t respond back to a comment, don’t think I am being rude, I probably can’t until later.

Maybe a break will be good for you and me. I know I haven’t written any real good writing since Al passed. I wonder if it will ever come back. When Al passed, a lot of my followers died too and the ones who remain, are friends forever.

Hopefully, new scenery, new thinking, and better days ahead will help me out. I know I had been writing a third book while writing the book about Al. I plan on continuing that one. I also have plans to write a pamphlet on the real details of MSA for those who are wanting more than a general idea.

With new people to see and a new job waiting, who knows where this will lead me. I have thoroughly enjoyed my camera. This has been a new discovery for me this year.

I dread tomorrow in a way because the only thing left in my freezer is a package of hot dogs. It isn’t that I don’t enjoy them once in a while, but they don’t like me and besides; they are much better on the outdoor fires than in a pan of boiling water. I have two cans of soup left, so there is no planning on my meals for tomorrow.

Well I know I will write one more time tomorrow, so I will talk to you real soon.

For Anyone Who Has Lost a Loved One

A Day With Myself

A Day With Myself

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A Day With Myself

Your Smile

Your Smile

Sitting under the skies

On a blanket oh so soft

Arms used as pillows

Legs resting flat-out

I look up at the sky

And gaze at midnite black

Something catches my eye

And I turn to study the view

Then a tear begins to fall

And I blink to clear my way

I see a vision of stars

And their form is in a smile

I whisper I miss you

As I wipe my tears a way

I have no doubt it is you

My angel,…

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Your Smile

Your Smile

 

Sitting under the skies

On a blanket oh so soft

Arms used as pillows

Legs resting flat-out

I look up at the sky

And gaze at midnite black

Something catches my eye

And I turn to study the view

Then a tear begins to fall

And I blink to clear my way

I see a vision of stars

And their form is in a smile

I whisper I miss you

As I wipe my tears a way

I have no doubt it is you

My angel, Alvin watching over me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

04.14.2014

My Angels

No one understood me

Like you did Mom

You knew when

I was hurting

You knew when

I needed to talk

No…

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My Angels

No one understood me

Like you did Mom

You knew when

I was hurting

You knew when

I needed to talk

No one understood me

Like you did Daddy

When I followed

You where ever

You went

When we

Talked about nothing

I would give

Anything for just

One moment

If I could talk

To you again

I would say

All the things

I never said

When I did

So many things wrong

You looked the other way

You were the best

Parents a girl

Could ever have

I love and miss you both.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

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