All posts by L.L. Shelton

About L.L. Shelton

Bonnie is a Jesus Lover, and in light of the fact, loves His wonderful church. She is interested in many things and enjoys sharing her view of some of them on this blog. She is a poet and a singer of songs. She resides in Memphis, Tennessee, where she is a dedicated wife and the mother of seven children- five of whom she educates at home, as the eldest two have graduated homeschool and are pursuing their own interests. In her spare moments she may be found in her home office with a client, as she is a practicing Biblical Counselor and a Life Coach. She welcomes you to print and share her articles and poetry, and to quote freely from them with the understanding that she is to be acknowledged as the author. Mrs. Shelton does NOT OWN the copyright to the majority of the photos and other types of illustration used on this site!

D Is For Dear

Poetry

I never dreamed it
My heart could close so tightly
Ward off your embrace…

I never imagined
This place where I’d be startled
To see you in my space…

Trembling blind and scared
Wondering what you want of me
When you’re too near my face…

It’s post-traumatic stress, Dear.

Copyright 2016.  L.L. Shelton.

Gaslight Cocktail

Poetry

You push the pills
Into her hand,
Desperate to make
Her understand.

As she is slowly
Drifting away,
Tell her how it is…
Tell her what to say.

She’ll wake up
To a brand new day,
Even less sure
Than she was yesterday.

Copyright 2014.   L.L. Shelton.

No Letting Go

Poetry

This world is a scary place
Filled with people
Who don’t see your face,
And I have to wonder
How it is that you ask
Us to stay and ponder
What’s behind those masks?
When we grow weary,
Tired and sore,
Feeling certain
There is no more,
Again you prompt,
Telling us to give,
Reminding of our purpose,
Commanding that we live.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.

Maybe Fair Is Fair

Poetry

We are only human
didn’t you say so?
What did you expect that we
would do with our humanity,
maybe lay it down
in the deepest ground
when we had taken our last breath?
For most of us
leaves many hours
for messing up your finest
despite your power;
we are clay in our deepest parts
unable to save the day,
rather in our romance
only carried away
with ourselves.

But you are you
and in divinity
do bless us anyway.

Selah.

Copyright 2017.  L.L. Shelton.

About That

Health & Disease, Humanity & Sin, Poetry

She was born into a war
being waged in suburban America.

Its origins were untold.
Soldiers frequently forgot
on which side they had enlisted.
Skirmishes were frequent and furious.

The match had been on
at least these fifty years,
though battles were less often.
Sometimes there was a cease-fire.

Then came a loud lull…

She mistakenly believed
they were in a state of truce;
sent the watchman home and gave
the guard a well deserved night off.

Gigantic force
collided with her tired skull
before she knew the fight was back on,
and so made suddenly aware she sprang,

Further injury was abated for now,
but as time would tell only to her face.

Copyright 2014.  L.L. Shelton.