Why do you feel it
or feel justified

When you advocate
that killing police
should even be tried?

Randomly select
an innocent man
and shoot him’s not “bad”

Go take another’s life
to retaliate
just because you’re mad?


What of these 5 men?
Guilty of nothing
to murder about

Keeping people safe
while protesting them
when the shots rang out

Not even thinking
killing them was wrong
tells a whole lot

Like morality
common courtesy
and right or wrong’s forgot


Calculating ones
who go run their mouths
I feel are to blame

They’re just pretending
they aren’t prejudice
what a crying shame


When all the power
to end this madness
lays right in their hands

They would much rather
lay the guilt on whites
for none understands

Since slavery days
the plight of the blacks
hasn’t changed at all

And black lives matter
so shoot up the streets
and watch the cops fall

That makes us even
for offenses committed
two hundred years ago

But we weren’t alive
to own any slaves
or injustice show

Consider that without
rose-colored glass
come on now get real

I will stand behind
the ones dressed in blue
’cause that’s how I feel!

Teresa Marie  7/18/16

As Neil Diamond sang “Hello Again, Hello!” To All American Heroes; Home and Abroad!!


It is been quite some time since I’ve had the energy/inspiration to write.  I wanted to say hello to you all and wish you a happy holiday weekend, even though it is now almost over.  I was watching movies today while laying around on the couch ( seems to be a daily thing of late ) and I said to Mark that I didn’t know why I started watching one movie in particular because it always tares me up every time I see it; Ladder 49.  I’m sure many of you know what I’m talking about but, for those of you who don’t, it has a stellar cast led by one of my favorite actors – large_An6ECPfiWWlh6k412QyTwr1WLjs (1)John Travolta – and chronicles the life of firemen at one particular fire station.  The main focus of the story is on John and Joaquin Phoenix’s characters.  I’ve watched it enough times to know how it ends but not enough to remember the journey between start and finish.

Now I remember why I don’t ever watch it when I see it’s on; I balled my eyes out through the majority of it and ended up with a head ache!

But, having said all that, it did remind me that I need to be more vigilant about honoring the everyday American heroes that are walking our streets night and day with only one goal; the saving of lives.  I have seen it and experienced it personally more than once; Mark has told me; my children, brothers, parents, cousins, friends…

No one that I know has come through this life without having been touched by one of these heroes whether it be Police, Fire Rescue, EMT, Nurse, Doctor, etc.  The list goes on and on.

So, in addition to my usual Military Honors given throughout the year, I want to add all of you Everyday American’s who are also our heroes and deserving of the same level of respect that we give the military.

Those of you who have personally touched my life and those of my family, a special thank you goes out to you with every blessing of God bestowed upon you and yours!!

Peace and love,  Terri


PS:  BTW I consider my cyber friends out there who have been so supportive and loyal to be my heroes also.  There are many days that I would not have made it through had it not been for your kindness and love!!  Cyber buddies, sweeties, and baby girls: I love each and every one of you!!!!  xxxxxxxxxxxx

Thinking You’re Smarter Than They Are Part 2

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So they told him that they were going to follow him home and talk to this “roommate” for themselves before they decided whether or not they were going to take him to jail for disturbing the peace.  Thinking that he was drunk, they had administered a breathalyzer test already but it came back negative.  Knowing that something wasn’t right, they were determined to find out what was going on!

By this time, I am sleeping soundly having made the proper conclusion that something had gone wrong and not feeling like dealing with it until later in the day.  I heard my door open and another roommate was at my bed whispering in my ear that the cops were there, inside the door, and wanting to talk to me.  Trying to shake the deep sleep out of my head, my heart leapt into my throat!  “They are already inside?!”

Oh my God!  All my well laid plans were shot to hell, now what was I gonna do?!  Telling myself not to panic, I told them to inform the officers that I was getting dressed and would be out momentarily.  I also said to try to get them out from in front of the door which was a straight shot down the hallway from my bedroom and they would see me as soon as I came through the door.

Grabbing the few things that were on my bedside table and throwing them into the tote, my mind was racing!  I couldn’t hit the balcony from my window, it was too far!  I had fallen asleep with my clothes on so that bought me a few minutes.  I cracked open the door and peeked out to see the police were facing away from the door as they stood half-way in between the living room and hallway.

As quietly as I possibly could, I opened the door the rest of the way and pulled the tote out behind me; silently cracked open the door of the next room and tossed it in to another person waiting in there to take it from me.

Whew!  Okay, that solved, I walked down the hall to talk to the two officers who were now looking at me and asking me to step outside and speak with them.

After giving me a rough overview of why they were there, they asked me to explain to them what had proceeded my roommate’s idiotic behavior at the apartment complex.

“I’m gonna kick your a–!” I thought to myself when I heard them telling me what he had done.  Thank God I was always fairly quick on my feet, cool under pressure and had an ample imagination (not to mention that they had no probable cause to search my apartment).  I dove in headfirst and picked up on the crumbs of the story he had started to feed them.

“I received a call from my step-niece saying that she was stuck at a party she had gone to with another friend who had left her there and wanted to know if someone could come pick her up.  My roommate volunteered to do it since I was tired and was already going to be when she called.  After he left, my niece’s friend returned to the party and picked her up but she didn’t bother to call anyone and tell them that.  So, apparently, after I went to bed, she showed up here on her own to say that she was okay while my roommate was over there aggravated on not being able to find her and yelling in the hallways of the complex.  That’s really all I know since I’ve been asleep and you just now woke me up with all this stuff.”

At that point, they asked my niece to speak with them outside as I went back into the apartment.  While they were gone from the room, I looked at my roommate and asked, “What the hell happened and are you out of your ever-loving mind yelling at 3 a.m. in the hallways of an apartment complex?!!  I hope you filled her in on the story you fed them while I was out there so we are all giving them the same thing!”

 I quickly walked to the other bedroom, cracked open the door and rolled my hand over in a questioning gesture to the person waiting in there.  They gave me a thumbs up to say that, yes the tote bag is gone!

A few moments later, the police came back in the apartment.  My niece had tears on her cheeks and I thought, “Dear God, what did you tell them?!!”  But I was much calmer now that I knew the “evidence” was gone.

“Is everything okay now officers?” I asked in my sweetest concerned mother type of voice.

“Well, it is with you ma’am,” they responded, “but we think there was more going on with this story than what you or us are being told.  However, we have no evidence to pursue this further, so we are going to leave it with a warning to them that, if we have to come back, someone will be going to jail tonight!  Sorry to disturb your sleep.”  And with that being said, they left.

Needless to say, nobody went to sleep for quite a while after that as I proceeded to ream each one for their contribution to this near miss we had just survived!

I don’t know why God protected me through days like this, but I do know that it was all Him and had nothing to do with me being smarter than anyone else!!

Teresa Marie 6/3/12 ©

Free Write Friday-Without a Paddle; The Real Police (Swat) Story

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How would you like to see this scene, multiplied by 10, standing outside your door?  I have!

A friend and fellow blogger, Charles Mashburn wrote a story for Free Write Friday today titled Police! Open Up!  (find it here at:  I thought “Wow, he has a police story too!”  After going to read his post, I left with a smile on my face and thoughts running through my mind on what I was going to do with this prompt.  Surprise!!  No poem this time but rather a true life experience with the state/county/local police and S.W.A.T.

This is a very long story but I will try to tell you a shortened version of the events for expediency.

It happened approximately 8-9 years ago.  My daughter told Mark and I that her dad was being mean to her and had slapped her across the face more than once.  After much discussion over the course of the weekend, we decided that we were not sending her home with him come Sunday on her next visit (she was in his custody at this time due to numerous reasons, a major one being that I had recently been homeless).

When the follow visit began, we started making arrangements to carry out our plan.  Sara went to spend the night on Saturday with her sister.  Her dad had no idea where her house was and we figured that was the best place to hide her.

On Sunday, around an hour or so before her dad was to pick her up, I called the local Sheriff department and asked to meet with an Deputy at a nearby convenience store.  I took all of my paperwork with me showing that I had joint custody; the different police reports that I had copies of showing calls made on her father; the report of when he kidnapped her from a grocery store and the police came; etc.

When the Deputy arrived, he was a bit confused on why I had called.  He stated that it was a civil matter and that I had to go through the courts.  He said that he didn’t believe nor disbelieve me but he had been lied to plenty before and was reluctant to believe anything that anyone said.

Finally, at the end of our meeting, I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “It is my intention to not return Sara to her dad and go to court.  What I am hoping to accomplish by meeting with you is this; when I do not give her back, he will go ballistic!  I don’t know what he will do but I do know there is going to be trouble because of how volatile he is.  I want you to inform all of the local agencies about your prior knowledge of this situation so that if he calls in an Amber Alert, everybody won’t be out there running around needlessly looking for her!”   It goes without saying that I was quite frustrated by this point and knew that I was running out of time.

The Deputy said that he would file the report as soon as he got back to the station and thanked me for wanting to save them some effort.  We parted and I drove the short distance back to our trailer.  As soon as I pulled in the driveway, Sara’s dad and his sister pulled up and blocked the driveway so that I could not back out.  I quickly got out and hurried inside.  As I came through the door, I looked at Mark and said (like in the Poltergeist Movie), “They’re here!”

What ensued after that point and lasted for no less than 2-3 hours was the biggest fiasco I had ever thought to be a part of.  The police were called alright and by the time he and his sister were done with them, they thought we were holding Sara hostage at gunpoint!  Although we were in the county jurisdiction, we were just outside the city limits and that is who was called to respond.  They sent several squad cars plus S.W.A.T, called in the State Police and that’s who arrived first.  It was only after about a half-hour later that the Sheriff Deputy that I talked to had showed up with another deputy.

When all was said and done, that young man got into his cruiser and began slamming his clipboard on the steering wheel saying, “Why didn’t I listen to her!!”  over and over again.

If anyone wants to hear the whole story in detail, let me know and I will do it in a series that will blow your mind (I think).  I know it does mine still today and although we laugh about it now, Mark is lucky that the officer who had a shotgun to the back of his head didn’t have a nervous trigger finger.  Things could have ended a lot differently than they did!

But, as they always do, our Guardian Angels were surrounding us.


Phrase Prompt

O.k., I know you have all heard that old saying, “…up shit creek without a paddle”, right? (Or maybe it’s just a southern thing, I don’t know.) Well, if you haven’t let me just break it down for ya. We have all been in a mess, a pickle, in a …tight spot, right? When times were hard and you couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, hence…up shit creek without a paddle. Often times we are able to look back on those situations and find humor, a lesson learned or just realize that it really wasn’t as bad as we thought…or maybe it was but you survived. Some great stories can almost always be found from these…ripples in life and for FWF, I’d like you to share them. Be poetic, be humorous, be inspirational…just don’t forget to be real, raw and most importantly, just write! You know what to do.

Where Did I Go? – Part Four


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Once the dispatcher answered the call, Susan was transferred to speak to another person.

After explaining what she wanted, to be able to go to the shelter, the officer on the line said they would dispatch a squad car to her mother’s house to make a report and then transport her to the Woman’s Shelter.

While Susan waited for the next nerve wracking 20 minutes, since it was not an emergency they seemed to be taking forever to get there, her father entered the kitchen with a look of mild surprise and a little more than doubt in his eyes.  

Susan wasn’t positive but thought she saw traces of disappointment mixed with relief in them.

“Hi dad,” she said as she stood up to hug her father, “are you surprised to see me?”

“Yeah, alive anyway.  Welcome home girl!”  Susan’s dad was a man of few words unless they were pulled from him in the course of a question and answer conversation.  Still, though he said nothing more than that, she was sure that she had hurt him just as much as she had her mom.

Now that was a whole other story there concerning her mother.  She had no qualms about saying just how she felt, sometimes with words that were carelessly chosen that left Susan with deep wounds.  It was not that she thought her mom meant to do it intentionally, maybe it was just how she was raised.  Her mother came from a very large family, 14 children to be exact, and grew up during the end of the depression years.

They raised chickens for eggs and meat, gardened and canned all their own canned goods, bartered and traded, etc.  And with all those children, Susan felt sure, living in close quarters, there were probably times that her grandmother was short on patience and time to worry about hurt feelings as well.

After she sat back down at the table, her dad got his cup of coffee fixed and took his seat as well.  “So what are doing?  You have a game plan?  Where are your kids?”  He had only seen her two oldest children and, other than a few pictures, not the baby.

Susan proceed to tell him what had happened thus far and what her intentions were.  “Sounds like you’ve thought this out.  Are you gone for good this time?  Sure you won’t go back? “

“No, dad, I won’t go back ever again!,” she answered, “If I did that, I feel certain that you two would see me in a coffin the next time.  Jason’s been threatening to kill me for about the last three or four months straight and I believe that he will do it too!  He said that he’s just trying to figure out how to do it without getting caught so that he can get ‘all my money’.”

“That bastard!” he replied.

“Robert!” her mother said from the sink where she was standing.

“Well he is!”, he shot back at her with a scowl on his face, “He should have been dead a long time ago.”

At that moment there was a knock on the door.  Being more like a rap than a knock, Susan knew instantly that the police had arrived.  Her mother went to answer it.  She was grateful that the conversation had taken up her waiting time and she had not had to think of what she was about to do.

It was going to take every ounce of inner-strength that she could muster to “betray” Jason.  It was something that he had drilled into her head for 15 years, loyalty – “nothing that goes on in the home is ever told outside of it” was like the mantra of her life with him.

An officer walked into the kitchen with her mother and began by saying, “What can I do for you?  Dispatch said that you wanted to make a report of domestic violence and go to the shelter?”

She could barely get the words out, “Yes…”

Teresa Marie  1/23/12 ©


A Safety Message Forwarded By My Daughter – A Must Read For All

VERY IMPORTANT INFO!! Please read and stay safe

While driving on a rural end of the roadway on Thursday morning, I saw an infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over it.

For whatever reason, I did not stop, even though I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. But when I got to my destination, I called the Canton PD and they were going to check it out. But, this is what the Police advised even before they went out there to check….

“There are several things to be aware of … gangs and thieves are now plotting different ways to get a person (mostly women) to stop their vehicle and get out of the car.

“There is a gang initiation reported by the local Police Department where gangs are placing a car seat by the road…with a fake baby in it….waiting for a woman, of course, to stop and check on the abandoned baby.

“Note that the location of this car seat is usually beside a wooded or grassy (field) area and the person — woman — will be dragged into the woods, beaten and raped, and usually left for dead. If it’s a man, they’re usually beaten and robbed and maybe left for dead, too.





Please talk to your loved ones about this. This is a new tactic used. Please be safe.



Some knew about the red light on cars, but not the 112.
It was about 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend. An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren’s parents have always told her never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road,but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc.

Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called112 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was and there weren’t, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way.

Ten minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes. 

I never knew about the 112 Cell Phone feature, but especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going to a safe place.

*Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112 was a direct link to State trooper info.So, now it’s your turn to let your friends know about 112.

You may want to send this to every woman (and man) you know; it may save a life.

This applies to ALL 50 states 

Justice – Weekly Photo Challenge

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 As I kneel here waiting
the scene I am contemplating

Those people staring at me
with their shock and curiosity

Whispering in each others ear
looking at me with fear

 Yet I won’t hang my head
but hold it proud instead

Although I broke the law
and everybody around here saw

What would you have done
if he molested your son?

They can take me away
’cause I got my justice today!

Teresa Marie  12/2/11


Weekly Photo Challenge: Waiting

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