A dreary day in March
A hint of Spring I’ve had
Snowflakes and a little rain
Makes my mind a little sad.
A winter we have missed
The cold did linger on
I wish for heat and sun
It is the song of songs.
Darkness hovers close
Rain droplets on my pane
An eerie sense of realness
That Spring is dragging in slow lanes.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
I find myself loving silence
I think this must be my age
I love the sounds of night time
Noise often makes me flinch.
I see the news in the background
I see my cat cleaning once again
I feel my breathing in and out
And yet I hear a zero sound.
I find myself remembering
The past comes to me so clear
A tear falls for what once was
I can’t find myself to sing.
Then I think about the present
And the contentment is very clear
I have everything I could have needed
Nothing borrowed and nothing sent.
i used to think i needed more
i wanted what they had bought
And then I realized it was foolish
And threw those feelings out the door.
So as i sit here in my quiet
I realize I am blessed
To make it to this moment
Is life at its very best.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
I can tell you about my memories
I can speak about my tears
I can tell you about my laughter
I can speak about important keys.
I can’t tell you about tomorrow
I can’t speak about my upcoming health
I can’t guess about decisions
I’ll just pray, head up and go.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
12/31/2119
DON’T QUIT
When illness comes your way
And it interrupts the day
When you can’t say halt
And too weak to shout
You turn to your self
Place the soul on a shelf.
You give a nice speech
Although you wish for a beach
This is the deal
There is no free meal
I’ll fight with my might
Won’t quit even at night
I’ll find the good in each day
Until God takes me a way .
Written by ,
Terry Shepherd
A friend of mine and I were chatting today about our poetry we both write. She told me I was a Panster, poet. I thought it was a joke comment or something bad, so I asked her what it meant . She explained and when our chat was over, I looked the word up. The dictionary said it means, someone who writes with no plan or thought. Well that’s definitely me most of the time. I will pull a word out of the air, type it and see where it goes. Here, I will do it right now. The first word will be,,,,why.
Why do you call out to me
I hear the echoes deep in the sea
I float to surface to see who’s there
But I don’t see you anywhere
I am now your memories from your past
They float within me so they last
Don’t keep calling out my name my dear
For I am standing by you, very near.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
January 2016
The steam is rising
Slowly building in force
Rumblings are felt
No one prepares
The words spew
Like poison darts
Fire tips burning
As they Pierce the heart
The speed of each dart
Splatters those standing near
Slowly tearing emotions apart
You can’t escape
There’s no where to run
When you open your soul
And let love live within
You can silently weep
You can pray for all
But in the end
It is theirs to fall
Written by ,
Terry Shepherd
January 1, 2016
A year has passed
We’ve shared some smiles
We shed some tears
Hugs were sent
Giggles almost heard
We read others words
We made new friends
We gave up the enemies
We lifted each other
We prayed
We rejoiced
We made it
Through 2015
Through praying together
And guidance from God
We shall remain
Friends, bonded
Through the new year, 2016
Happy New Year my friends.
Remember one thing ; If you drink, do not drive. Better yet, drink within your own home.
Christmas time is here
Some of you will cheer
Others may spend the day
Alone, no other way
Families come together
Drive through wicked weather
Others will remain in bed
Lifeless, no tears to shed
Let us not forget the reason
Why we’re here, this Christmas season
Our Christ, the Lord was born
He is King, forever more
I wish each of you today
A Merry Christmas and glorious day.
Written by ,
Terry Shepherd
December 2015
INCURABLE DISEASES
I wonder what people say
Do they wonder if I squander my day?
The media makes me feel
Like I am a square, a real fifth wheel.
This illness is getting me down
My gait is bad; all around.
Light-headed is most of days
It keeps me from wanting to play.
Tremors keep me so uptight
I feel like I want to fight.
Arguing always with myself
Trying not to sit on a shelf.
I don’t want this again and again
I wish I could turn back and then
I’d pack more in each day
Nothing would stand in my way.
I keep God close to my heart
I pray each day at start.
I ask for this one day
To make it through your way.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
9/29/2015
PLEASE HELP TO FIND A CURE FOR PARKINSON’S DISEASE, ATAXIA AND MSA; THANK-YOU
A TALK WITH GOD
What can I do
Who can I ask
When I don’t like
Leaving the past
Who can help
Keep my memories fresh?
When I look ahead
I can’t give it my best
You say I have a choice?
You say I’m making it too hard?
All I have to do is this?
You say I’m the one tarred?
Oh I get it; your words
I completely understand
I can accept what has changed
Carry the future/past in both hands.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
4.7.2015
Who I am 