Losing hurts,
But
Losing pain would
Mean a loss
Of joy,
I choose joy.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

How to reconcile
Love so large,
With Love beyond measure,
Love that is now,
With Love that is treasured,
How to still the ache
When sure the heart will break,
Is an answer most elusive
To that pain most intrusive.

Copyright 2017. L.L.Shelton.

Here I lie
Curled for sleep,
While You
In constant keep
My thoughts,
That You will  be
Included.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

An Advent dream
Dawned sweet and clear!
I was with you.
You were here.

The tree was lit
In candle glow,
Ornaments shining,
Pretty presents below.

The fire flickered
In bright warm hues,
We laughed and cried
While sharing news.

The feast was fine
Long table spread,
With delicacies
From toe to head.

Dessert was served
In frilly dishes,
We spoke of merry
Christmas wishes.

Then too soon
‘Twas time to go,
Still in sleep
I missed you so!

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

My big dog wants to sleep in the middle
My big dog doesn’t wanta be tall
My big dog likes to make me giggle
My big dog wants to knooow
That he’s small!

My big dog he wants to be little.
My big dog  he wants to be small.
My big dog he wants to be little
My big dog just wants to be tiii-ny.

My big dog likes his collar so shiny
My big dog likes to ride in the car
My big dog he would never be whiny
My big dog wants to knooow
Where we are!

My big dog he wants to be little.
My big dog  he wants to be small.
My big dog he wants to be little
My big dog just wants to be tiii-ny.

My big dog doesn’t wanta be crazy
My big dog he sleeps like a log
My big dog he likes to be lazy
My big dog wants to knooow
We won’t jog!

My big dog he wants to be little.
My big dog  he wants to be small.
My big dog he wants to be little
My big dog just wants to be tiii-ny.

My big dog he likes to go camping
My big dog doesn’t wanta wear clothes
My big dog is not in to vamping.
My big dog wants to knooow
I won’t go!

THE END 😁

Note:  The Bible teaches that a good man is kind to his animals.  See Proverbs 12:10. 😊

Copyright 2016, Bonnie Shelton

(For Jamie, Emily, and Zeek)

The day is new
And so Dear are you,
Both Mother and Son,
And Father, too.

Grateful I am
No question posed,
Barred your existence,
On you the door closed.

For Life can not thrive,
Creation survive,
Without the great risk
Of being alive.

Copyright 9/6/15. L.L. Shelton.

I know as does the ground that
I tread softly,
There are those steps I must not take
Lest she wake,
To rear her head from weary slumber
With passion quake,
To break the furnishings of earth that
Now surround her.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton

He’s forgotten how to smile,
Does not dream, nor hope to fly.
I’m sorry for him- more’s the pity,
To have no memory to make a wish,
For those happy moments truly lived
The ones you make and those you give.

Copyright 2016.   L. L. Shelton.

Her laughter, playful, amusing as a babbling brook in sunny spring;
Her smile, soft and promising as the sky before a gentle summer rain;
Her temper, changing, colorful as the leaves finding their hue in autumn;
Her posture, suggestive of deeply rooted seductive strength, solid as ice in winter;

She decorated his days as no other before her.
She infiltrated his thoughts in spite of time, in spite of distance.
She fascinated. She infatuated. She infuriated.
She pleased him as honey pleases the tongue.

His soul, nurturing his passions as a mother nurtures her young;
His mind, enslaved by intrusions welcomed as the morning begs the sun;
His heart, the master of illusion, as is Narcissus as he stares into the pool;
His dark delight grown wild in deepest night as the hungry jackal without prey;

He had to have her, but refused to plead her hand.
He must possess her, yet own her he would not.
He burned. He languished. He smoldered.
He forced her as winds force the storm,
Pinned her beneath the purple linen
Befitting the virgin daughter of a king.

She, used carelessly and tossed aside, as the bowl that held the soup;
He, placated only briefly, as the hog fed but an ounce of grain;
She, puzzled, a flash of anger in eyes as translucent shimmering glass;
He, lay breathless and confused, a hint of pain upon his chiseled brow;

Her rage now replaced by drops in glistening rivulets ran down golden cheeks.
His hurt now replaced by hardened stone held fast within his bronzed jaw.
Her tears trailing the valley where her heart throbbed, come to rest between ravaged breasts.
His princely face is set in grim determination to forget.

Copyright 2015. L.L. Shelton.

Memories like sand and snow
Fill my head till it overflows
Pour through my heart
And won’t let go

Murderers can be
As sentimental
As mothers
You know

Time swirled through my life
At the speed of light
Like sand and snow
Long ago

Something surely lost
May never be found
Be forever
Bound

Trapped like sand and snow
Twirling through globe
Of fragile glass and
Twisted past

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.