Tag Archives: Non-Fiction

Tears – a poem


Tears by Teresa Smeigh October 2017

The tears are coursing down my cheek,

The pain is bad, I am not weak.

My foot is numb, my hands are too.

The pain is like the turn of the screw.

 

I cannot stand nor walk you see.

Somewhere else I’d rather be.

I can’t lie down, or sit upright,

What can I do, this isn’t right!

 

To my Lord I do pray

Give me strength that I may stay.

I shouldn’t have to live like this

No one should I loudly hiss.

 

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).

 

 

Writing about the Military is not going to work very well.


I did some research and there is a large list of words and I mean just words that are trademarked and require permission to use. Believe it or not Just simply the word Marine if it pertains to the military is trademarked and requires a license to use.

Using it occasionally here and there is not going to be an issue I would think, but writing a book and using all those words and such could be big trouble. I found the military wives website and it uses that quote I used in the book name and chapter one. It talks about copyrights and such. It seems like it is going to be more problems than it is worth. I don’t want to get in trouble legally and it is such an important part of my book. I don’t know how I am going to rewrite this to be what I wanted it to be. I had a specific plan in mind and now I find all this stuff is trademarked and needs licensing to use.

I am glad that I got the inclination to look it up. The thought popped into my mind. The government in any form is something I don’t want to get involved with.

And chapter 2 about the skimpy dressing on base is against the dress code which I completely forgot about. I should have remembered. My ex-husband couldn’t get out of his car on the way to the base if he was in his camouflage. They were not allowed to be worn off base. I don’t know if I knew the dress code when I was dressing like that, but I didn’t get out of the car for the most part anyhow.

This really sucks. My whole project has come to a halt.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Now for some humor, non-fiction so I will post it here first. Think big cats…


First off this wasn’t funny the day it happened, but not many people can claim this happened to them.

ocelot-628109_1920 (2)It was a beautiful day and my husband and I decided to visit a friend who had a small zoo of a type within town limits so it wasn’t much. He had medium-sized wild cats called Ocelots and Margays. This picture is an Ocelot.

They were beautiful wild cats and he brought them out of the cage and tied them to a stake so we could pet them. I was a little scared of them so didn’t get too close. I petted them carefully.

Problem was I wasn’t close enough. The cat wanted attention and jumped up to put his paws on my body to stand up and I moved and he raked his claws down both legs. I was a bleeding mess.

I don’t blame the cat, as it was my fault for moving back before he finished his jump. Have you every been mauled by a jungle cat?

Tessa

Eyes Left – (Non-fiction)


I wrote this for a writing club I joined. I decided to redo an old flash fiction piece I wrote quite a while ago. I filled it out some since I was no longer on a word limit. This really happened. Those were the days (late 70’s).

Eyes Left

Non-fictional Piece Written by Teresa Smeigh 2019

After a very long drive we arrived late that night at the building in Cherry Point, North Carolina, where my husband, Andrew, a new Marine fresh out of boot camp, was supposed to report for training. He worked hard in boot camp and was promoted meritoriously to Private First Class and received the first choice of duty stations. Since we were already married when he joined it never crossed our mind that they would have a problem with him bringing me along after boot camp.

We chose Cherry Point, NC as it was the only duty station on the east coast. In fact, most of the new recruits were going over seas first thing.

We had driven from New Jersey with all our belongings. All the nice boxes I had packed did not fit in the car and finally in exasperation Andy ripped them open and just dumped all the contents into the trunk and back seat and we left what didn’t fit.

It was dark when we arrived and we were later than we should have been, but we had no idea where we were going. Exiting the car at the designated building, he went first and stood at attention. I slouched in behind him.

Looking at the faces of those Marines was not a pleasant experience. We were late and he arrived with someone they were not expecting.

“Who is that?” one of the Marines asked and it was obvious none of them were amused in the least.

“My wife sir!” I was wishing I could just disappear at this point.

“If the Marine Corps had wanted you to have a wife, we would have issued you one!” What?!? I don’t like new situations and confrontations, and this was both!

“What did you plan to do with her?”

“Sir, we have money saved since they never started the allotment to her during boot camp, so we were going to get a place to live in town.

Again, they talked among themselves. The recruiter knew we were married, and we had expected rejection since the Navy, his first choice, had already turned him down since we refused to stop the wedding and call back the invitations which had already all gone out. The recruiter said it was not a problem and Andy signed up and went to boot camp. These guys were uninformed of the fact that he was married and obviously had not been in this position before. They went back to the conversation about what to do.

I don’t know how Andy felt, but I wanted to cry. I was tired from the packing and repacking and the long trip and being in a place I didn’t know and the only person I knew was my husband. We waited with bated breath.

A verdict was finally settled on. There were specific rules since he wouldn’t be living in the barracks like the other recruits, but we could live with them. I had to drive him onto the base to the barracks very early every morning and then pick him up every night once they were done for the day.

We found a mobile home park just a short way off the base and every day I drove him to the barracks and back home.

Since he was available at lunch, every day I made a lunch and drove it to him on base. On the first day, I found the parking lot where he could find me and sat in my car with the door open and sat sideways in my seat with my legs out and on the ground. I was nervous. Then I could hear a group of Marines coming as they were marching to a Marine Corp Cadence. It was fascinating to watch them marching in unison and repeating the cadence their leader was shouting.

What I wasn’t ready for was as they came abreast of my car the leader shouted, “eyes left!”

Now I was 20 years old and weighed less than 100 pounds. I was a tiny little thing with a very big chest and all I was wearing was short shorts and a small halter top as it was quite warm. It was very disconcerting at first having all those eyes fastened on me.

I eventually got used to it happening and provided visual entertainment for the troops every day.

 

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

November Writing Prompts by Michelle – November 5, 2017


November Writing Prompts by Michelle

 by Tessa Smeigh November 2017

heard in the background

the musical undertones

they sound so pleasant

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (no longer canceling this blog, just not adding new work to it, sign up for http://www.tessacandoit.com for the new posts).

 

November Writing Prompts by Michelle – November 4, 2017


November Writing Prompts by Michelle

 

 by Tessa Smeigh November 2017

prolonged agony

makes me wish to cry in pain

when will it end please

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (no longer canceling this blog, just not adding new work to it, sign up for http://www.tessacandoit.com for the new posts).

 

November Writing Prompts by Michelle – November 3, 2017


November Writing Prompts by Michelle

 by Tessa Smeigh November 2017

my deepest desires

pushing their way to the top

will soon make it there

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (no longer canceling this blog, just not adding new work to it, sign up for http://www.tessacandoit.com for the new posts).