THE YOUNGEST I WILL EVER BE


THE YOUNGEST I WILL EVER BE

Today I am

The youngest

I will ever be

Another minute

Hour gone

Dusk sits in

Replacing light

Softness fall

All around

And I listen

To the quiet

And I ponder

On tomorrow

Wondering what

Is in store

As I look forward

To being the youngest

One more time.

WRITTEN BY,

TERRY SHEPHERD

08.15.2014

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Don’t Let it Win


Press deeply my friend

Don’t let it win

Stand tall

Hold close, don’t fall

Life will move on

You have to remain strong

It may look far away

I swear it’s closer than today

Don’t listen to the talk

Stand up, strut the walk

Bind your ears

Rid your fears

For there is nothing worth the price

Of giving up your life.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

07.03.2014

 

A Kiss is But a Kiss


A Kiss is But a Kiss

A Kiss is But a Kiss

A kiss is but a kiss

A smile is but a smile

But when you touch my face

And my heart begins to race

I want to sing and dance

My feet begin to prance

I want to  hold you close

I want to be your rose

Pluck my petals please

Bring me to my knees

For a kiss is not a kiss

A smile is not a smile

Unless you’re here with me

For all the world to see.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

06.03.2…

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A Kiss is But a Kiss


A Kiss is But a Kiss

 

A kiss is but a kiss

A smile is but a smile

But when you touch my face

And my heart begins to race

I want to sing and dance

My feet begin to prance

I want to  hold you close

I want to be your rose

Pluck my petals please

Bring me to my knees

For a kiss is not a kiss

A smile is not a smile

Unless you’re here with me

For all the world to see.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

06.03.2014

 

 

 

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The Waitress


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…

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The Waitress


 

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

 

In Honor of My Parents and Brother Al


In Honor of My Parents and Brother Al

IN HONOR OF MY PARENTS AND BROTHER AL

 

It is beautiful outdoors

The sun is shining

The birds are singing

I feel I must leave

Yet I fight inside

The clouds hang

Over me and they

Could lift if I only

Choose to see

And say hello

To my parents

And brother dear

This is so hard

Excuses galore

But I must go

Out of respect

For I will be

Grieving my

Own selfishness

So I say out loud

Go tell them

That…

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In Honor of My Parents and Brother Al


IN HONOR OF MY PARENTS AND BROTHER AL

 

 

It is beautiful outdoors

The sun is shining

The birds are singing

I feel I must leave

Yet I fight inside

The clouds hang

Over me and they

Could lift if I only

Choose to see

And say hello

To my parents

And brother dear

This is so hard

Excuses galore

But I must go

Out of respect

For I will be

Grieving my

Own selfishness

So I say out loud

Go tell them

That you love them

Let a tear drop fall

Break down the

Guarded curtains

Let down the cement wall.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

05.26.2014

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Is This Your Son, Memorial Day


Is This Your Son, Memorial Day

Is This Your Son

There was a child

Who grew in height

He became a man

Who wanted to fight

To keep us safe

And speak for us

I cried as I watched

Him get on that bus

The days ticked by

Life seemed to stand still

I know my soldier

Is fighting over that hill

As a mama I must say

How proud I am

Of who he is

And how it began

I am standing here

Touching the photo frame

Tears touching glass

No I hold…

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Is This Your Son, Memorial Day


Is This Your Son

 

There was a child

Who grew in height

He became a man

Who wanted to fight

To keep us safe

And speak for us

I cried as I watched

Him get on that bus

The days ticked by

Life seemed to stand still

I know my soldier

Is fighting over that hill

As a mama I must say

How proud I am

Of who he is

And how it began

I am standing here

Touching the photo frame

Tears touching glass

No I hold no shame

For this is my son

He is my only one

I give thanks today

For Memorial Day.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

05.23.2014

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