Everglades Shooter

Slowly rejoining the land of the living
I raise my weary head,
Acrid smell of smoke in the air
Seventeen lay dead,
I wonder what might happen if I slept for a week,
I keep a silent vigil from my bed.

L.L. Shelton. Copyright 2018.


She was a poet born to a strangler.
A female falconer,
She never knew when her life was in danger.
Eyes on the manger
She wandered earth’s offerings,
Perceiving its beauty;
Its many losses observing in crossing.
She cast her gaze skyward,
Cried out, and then softly
Surrendered herself to The One
Who’ll judge rightly.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

Glory’s End

I don’t have you on a pedestal.
I fully acknowledge your fallen state.
I made the decision to love you
And never to turn you away.

All it would take for death to triumph
Would be for me not to see your face.
While perfection may be pretty,
In our case it can’t be a mandate.

All I want to know is
Who you are on the inside.
Flawless is not possible.
Surely in that light,

I’ll convince you to be real with me.
Please don’t make that sacrifice…
Don’t murder the good so probable,
As thoughts of glory end the fight.

Copyright 2011.   L.L. Shelton.


No words are befitting
In this circumstance,
Cold and lonely, empty space,
A result of happenstance?
Measuring rod of chaos,
Also in His hands abide
The plumb line of destruction,
The ruler and the slide.
As  per His instruction,
There is a battering ram
Positioned soundly at the gate,
If we can take the idol down
We must not hesitate.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.

Please- Just the Facts

After a careful  perusing of everything I am able to access surrounding the evil house of horrors belonging to the Turpin family, I thought I’d let you all in on what I might have come to know about them.  After all, another one’s view of a thing often offers a helpful perspective, and please feel free to respond in kind as I haven’t yet made up my mind concerning these things.

First off- David and Louise Turpin are being accused of “human depravity.” According to God’s Word we are all charged with this at conception.  I guess maybe they just never managed to outgrow theirs.

Sometimes these deranged parents placed either apple or pumpkin pie on the counter and instructed the children not to eat it.  And then- God forbid- they ate it in front of the kids later! Of course, if you have thirteen of them and seven of them are a bunch of free-loading adults, it’s likely that would be the only way you’d ever get any pie!

One child evidently had a friend who was allowed in their house to play and remembers reading material concerning a possible Armageddon being strewn around the floor, but concerned citizens will be grateful to learn that so far no “girlie” magazines (or other such paraphernalia) have been found.

This family made regular excursions to Disneyland in the nice fifteen passenger van (parked in front of their home in each and every picture of the residence we have been shown), but these kids are so lacking in basic skills that one did not know what a police officer was! I would imagine the kid knew Sheriff Woody though- and he would have been glad to explain things to the little chap.

In light of everything, the Turpin’s seventeen year old was evidently the most disgruntled with her parents because she ran away from home.

The children were often seen wearing clean and neat matching clothing- of course the fashion may be considered a bit childish to some, but have you ever tried shopping for young ladies, today? If extreme modesty is a requirement, you may find it difficult to locate much ready-made. Sometimes the children were spotted in similar colors and blending styles of casual wear (as evident from photographs of the family when on a resort vacation). Possibly they found it difficult to keep up with all the branches of their family tree without a bit of coding.

Interestingly, David and Louise appear to have a tremendous fondness for the love songs of Elvis Presley.

David had a fairly decent job. He was an engineer for Northrop Grumman. Of course, no one knows how THEY managed to become so prominent. Obviously they hire stupid people. They seem to have lost a whole satellite that cost like a jillion dollars.

It may be true that from his salary of eleven thousand dollars a month, the couple had only managed to save 80,000 dollars. But then, I have half the children they do and I find it difficult to save fifty cents.

Sadly, the children are reported to have severe cognitive impairments and damage to their central nervous systems due to lack of nourishment. This has left me scratching my head as my children are obviously well-fed and a couple have occasionally been a bit on the pudgy side, and still they sometimes say or do something that manages to have me near convinced they have lost their minds.

The Turpin family appears to like having animals around, as well as children- and often times it’s a difficult thing to separate the two as many seem to come into the world with a genuine affinity for one another. And I speak from a place of authority as I was born under this very spell and so were more than fifty percent of my off-spring.

Some say the two dogs formerly residing in the Turpin home appeared to be beautifully cared for while the people were not so fortunate. This brings to mind that the kindest folks on our planet don’t always have the most common sense- they often value their pets more highly than they do themselves, and will do without to protect and provide for them.

Now, while we don’t particularly like Vienna sausages, as this family does,  I have come in from errands and found cans that once contained the things we do like, sitting around the kitchen when there stood a welcoming trash can not more than six feet away! This is one of those aforementioned things that has caused me to question the intellectual abilities of my own brood.

I was glad to know that neither David nor Louise had been convicted of any serious criminal activity before. Of course, that leaves me to wonder if that law-breaking they engaged in when they were just kidding would be anything to worry over…

It does appear that they did not enroll any additional students in their private home day school… Seems no one else was actively seeking their specific brand of education, in spite of the fact that one of the older boys was allowed to attend college classes off-campus, suggesting that he was able to get in! I’m willing to wager that some of you reading this now, know of a kid or two from one fine family or another that either didn’t have the smarts to get in to an institution of higher learning, or got in and then couldn’t make a go of it. However our capable authorities have agreed to spend more of our tax dollars in an effort to be sure they have the “no extras” fact straight.

Soon enough, I’m guessing we’ll all know the truth since authorities have confiscated hundreds of highly descriptive journals the children wrote themselves! My gracious! As awful as their parents were it seems these children are amazingly capable writers, and this reminds me that it’s difficult to be such unless you have first read a few good books. When they get free, I sure hope they’ll teach the rest of us how to cultivate such skills in children who, as a result of being severely deprived and possibly tortured for as many as twenty years, have damage to their brains.

And last but not least, having had plenty of experience with infants myself, I can’t imagine why, out of thirteen children, they would elect to keep only that howling baby well-fed.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.


A Representation of Loss- Part 1

Jonathan! I’m so thankful.
Please text me. After all,
I pay for these phones.
Pieces of my heart walking
Around on their own…
I’ll never get used to it.

Your chest is still aching?
But you did see the doctor?
What did he do for you?
Delsym and a shot. A shot?
Stainless refrigerator…
Fingerprints everywhere.

Colorful kitchen encircling
Us- a family. Beautiful and
Changing continually,
Experiencing new growth
And pruning regularly…
Pleasantries spilling over.

Even the edges are lovely.
Stop that Jack! That was my idea
First! I was using the icing.
Someone grab the cat!
Love filling the fault lines…
Geniuses all- to my tinted eyes.

Tiny structures suitable
For Borrowers who may fancy
Icing on graham dwellings
Line the countertop with cheer,
Brass charger so shiny…
Who’ll take it home this year?

Nativity to Tasty Trump Tower,
Expressions we will later devour,
Internet votes soon to be counted,
Speculation amid laughter,
Grace running through us…
What could undo us?

Grabbing for jackets, hats,
Gloves to stay warm across town,
Treading through huge hugs,
I love you’s landing on grateful ears,
Front door opens for first to depart…
Ushers in a rushing dark.

Call 911! Oh God- our baby!
I think as I call while I pray and maybe
It’s something else- what?
I hear her say Jamie. I see him.
Son-in-Love! No! I plead don’t go…
Please don’t leave.

I know. I worked SICU. I can spot
Blue lips, blind eyes, soul departing
Earth for Everlasting Life.
Ambulance arrived. You’re too late,
I sighed. I whispered to his father…
We stood there alive.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

Like Father, Like Son

Designed and engineered by He,
In whom universes generated,
At His command all came to be,
Consummate systems relegated,
Each to its place by Father God,
And Holy Ghost commemorating,
Messiah, Jesus Christ, The Son,
Worlds within worlds prognosticating,
Thoughts of all through lens of Him,
Meant to be contemplative,
Crafting love above all else,
We are meant to be creative.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

Strange Relations

I can’t belong to you anymore,
And of this you don’t approve.
I’ve never been a separate person,
In your mind, it means you lose.

I can’t pretend my feelings,
Don’t conceal them well.
Your anger is compelling,
There’s no motivation, still.

Pleasing you- no longer my forte,
I am surely to pain bound..
But for heaven I am fit,
In His righteousness I’m found.

Copyright 2017.   L.L. Shelton.

13 Reasons Why

Thirteen Reasons Why
Is really only one:
The darkness of the heart
Brings us to undone.
At that moment
Some look up
To find self in His eyes,
Capture worth and meaning
To face the next sunrise
With joy in His purpose,
For their precious lives.
Others look around,
Or even worse look down,
See only further night,
Can’t escape their plight,
End the way they started
In the dark and broken hearted.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.