Tag: personal
member name: Terry S.
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December 12, 2006 12:33 PM EST --
Monday morning had arrived unwelcomed. Karen began her day by blindly following years of instinct; showering, making coffee, and burning some toast. The numbness of her mind told her to stay home. It was . . .
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December 10, 2006 03:33 PM EST --
I met a sweet young Lassie so many years ago. I am unsure of all of the sweet names we have traded over almost thirty years. My memory tells me that she didn't like meatball even though . . .
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December 04, 2006 11:24 PM EST --
In the summer of 1975 we had taken many trial rides. We would do 50 miles per day just to get in shape. One of our trials was an all day trip; one-hundred and fourteen miles to a relatives . . .
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December 07, 2006 04:17 PM EST --
I cannot walk through a day without thinking of you
Your gentle way of smiling at me
The soothing way you touch
I cannot sleep at night
Until the images of you clear from my head
Until the . . .
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December 11, 2006 02:19 PM EST --
It's smart not to speak to the matter
"Does wearing this dress make me fatter?"
I have no replys
I know that is wise
Last time my head wound up flatter
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December 14, 2006 07:28 PM EST --
You had loved me long before I knew,
Before I understood what could be known.
I mistook life as having shown me love.
Oh, so wrong I was. So wrong.
To others I had sought to give my heart. . . .
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January 10, 2007 05:03 PM EST --
It is better now
The difference wonderful
You have become a woman
But I was slow to learn
You were patient
Wise beyond years
I was terrified of you
How would you be different?
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December 08, 2006 02:53 PM EST --
Maybe, just maybe I shouldn't tell this story. I haven't asked my wife. But she is sort of used to be called Chicken. Oh, not because she is scared like one. And certainly I don't call . . .
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December 13, 2006 09:05 AM EST --
Some time ago I began the taking responsibility for doing the family laundry. I was reluctant at first. You see no one likes venturing into unchartered waters. There were some things for which I had . . .
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November 30, 2006 07:53 PM EST --
Let the good times roll. Let the fun begin. Cut loose. Let 'er rip. Don't hold back.
I am now in full swing. The effects of the colonoscopy prep medication is in full swing. After two hours of . . .
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January 04, 2007 11:20 PM EST --
Love Is A Verb
By Terry Sturtevant
It is easy to fall into love the noun
That great feeling we all know.
But feelings go up and go down,
It’s love the verb that makes love grow.
Love is . . .
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January 06, 2007 10:28 AM EST --
Soft touch
On my skin
I love your hands
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January 10, 2007 03:12 PM EST --
Soft flesh brushing my lips
Soft hair falling on skin
You are my night
You are my now
Moist fingers caressing my hips
Moist eyes drawing me in
You give me flight
You show me how . . .
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January 19, 2007 03:57 PM EST --
I say hello and drop a kiss
I whisper your sweet name
I ask you how your day progressed
You tell me "Just the same"
I watch each day as you so press
I help you . . .
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December 05, 2006 09:33 AM EST --
On December 1st I completed the colonoscopy. There was discomfort and no real pain. However, they did find a polyp and removed it. We are waiting for the reults to come back and my follow up visit.
I . . .
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January 01, 2007 02:14 PM EST --
Natural, your hand feels in mine
Soft, warm and tender.
It finds it place each walk we wind.
To mine your hand surrenders.
Years like minutes sped on by.
Quick, fast, now gone.
To know your hand is still . . .
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January 25, 2007 09:43 PM EST --
This is an ode to my dearest wife!! And this is a true story er poem uh verse
My name is not Earl
But my Daddy's name is Earl
My name is not Earl
But my Daddy's Daddy's name . . .
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December 15, 2006 12:59 PM EST --
ANGEL
An
Angel
Sits atop
Our tree. With
Outstretched arms,
Wings white spread free.
Sentry to decorations bright,
Tinsel, . . .
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December 19, 2006 07:27 PM EST --
These are the words to a country song I wrote many years ago. You may have heard it on the radio. And if you did, then someone stole it from me because its never been recorded. But I think it should be. . . .
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December 29, 2006 04:45 PM EST --
I wrote this poem at the ripe old age of thirteen. It was an assignment for 7th grade English. At the time The Beatles had already hit it big and you were nobody if you weren't wearing your . . .
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