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SHEASHIRE
Life, Prose, Poetry, Philosophy, Opinion, Religion, Faith, Arts, Graphics and more!
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WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME





A WARM HELLO, AND KINDEST THANK YOU FOR VISITING WHAT HAS BEEN DUBBED


"SHEASHIRE" 



Visit the LIBRARY; click on one of the SHELVES or LINKS for automatic linking to the writing.

Read and place some of your own writing; sharing ideas is encouraged, and ENJOYMENT is the SHEASHIRE WISH!

"SHEASHIRE BLOG CHARTER", says very clearly,
"LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR".


ID: 1228264   (Rated: E)
Ω FAITH SHELF 
FAITH SHELF - WRITTEN PRIVATELY, ALSO for the CATHOLIC CURSILLO COMMUNITY.
by SHEA


All posted comments should be GENTLE, SUPPORTIVE, CARING, and CONSTRUCTIVE. These are communication skills that must be adhered to; the "BOSS" is adamant about it.





Scroll just past the LIBRARY to log your BLOG.
Rotating LIBRARY, or go straight to the SHELF to browse.







ID: 1274207   (Rated: E)
Dreaming Fondness 
Dreaming Fondness - Warm caress, a loving touch; fondness long forgotten.
by SHEA







ID: 1239266   (Rated: E)
Outside Our Boundary 
Outside Our Boundary - With an inquisitive determination that is insatiable
by SHEA







ID: 1228306   (Rated: E)
Ω Faith 
Faith - My writing concerning faith.
by SHEA







ID: 1248957   (Rated: 13+)
Newfoundland II 
Newfoundland was her own country when we decided to join with Canada; our own nation.
by SHEA



*Star**Star**Star**Star**Star**Star*


ID: 1254834   (Rated: E)
PARLOUR & GUESTBOOK 
ENJOY some time in THE PARLOUR, PLEASE sign the GUESTBOOK, You KNOW YOU REALLY WANT TO!
by SHEA

ID: 1255618   (Rated: 13+)
CHRONIC PAIN SUPPORT GROUP 
CHRONIC PAIN SUPPORT GROUP for AUTHORS et al, SUFFERING in CHRONIC PAIN.
by SHEA



Thanks Tornado Day for sponsoring me in the "Rising Star Group" and being my friend.



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3.  On the StageID #745719 
Posted: 1-27-2012 @ 11:47 am EST 
Edited: 1-31-2012 @ 12:35 pm EST 

...

On the Stage

Standing on the stage with every light turned off, except one spotlight beaming on me.
That one light shining so bright illuminated me brilliantly, so all in the tightly packed hall could see.
Endless rehearsal, on countless days, had come then for a light to shine from my boyhood frame,
So the audience could hear the song coheres in me to entertain.

Centre on the stage, with a microphone standing alone there with me.
Gazing into the darkness, blank blackness stared viciously back at me.
In the thick darkness could possibly have been no one in that empty blackness peeking back to see.
An anxious shake in my bones, feeling every eye focused in anticipation; the spotlight's glare on me.

The piano began to play, ushering in the song for my young voice to sing.
That song I sang so many times, it flowed from the tongue, each tone rang-out so easily.
Yet, with all eyes transfixed with ears in wait to hear, I could remember not one word to sing.
Both tongue, and mind, frozen in fright; the stage had captured me.

The song played on as I stood without a word to mutter to the crowd waiting eagerly.
Each note played on in epic silence; a vengeful quiet sorrowfully crafted by me.
As the piano finished playing, that frigid silence grew more profound.
The spotlight turned off, and quickly made tears drip from my eyes and off my chin; if only they had seen.

Lost in an endless moment; that stage-fright had crippled me.
Far gone to fright who I was, and hoped that I could be.







 

2.  Run AwayID #745246 
Posted: 1-21-2012 @ 3:23 pm EST 
Edited: 2-5-2012 @ 9:30 am EST 

...

Run Away

Please I beg you - run away.
You do not have to take those beatings once again today.
Run away, free your heart and see.
The joy of gentle safeness embraces you with me.

The blows and blood have graced in you,
A heart pure as the finest gold.
Immaculate your journey gifted by you,
To those murderous thugs.

 

1.  GonnaID #744408 
Posted: 1-16-2012 @ 1:20 pm EST 
Edited: 2-2-2012 @ 6:03 pm EST 

...

Gonna

Gonna go there on a Monday.
Gonna stay there til it's Sunday.
Gonna stay until I know who I should see.
Gonna live these next few days like there's nothing left to say.
Nothin I could wish for, hope, or dream.
Stay each night and day until I foster what to say.
Until I grin a smile that only she can see.



 


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