Lawrence L. Luehrs

My name is Lawrence L. Luehrs III. A very pretentious name for someone who strives to be the opposite! I often write under the alias of 8upchef. I can’t imagine why people consider me ate up, but that’s okay. I am in fact a classically trained Chef, and went to school not far from where the “physical” gallery exists. I really enjoy writing, as it is an escape for me. I have no formal training in writing, other than the required English classes through grade school, and high school. I dabble in art and photography, but I don’t consider either to be all that appealing to others. I hope people enjoy reading my works, and that I somehow inspire something in them, if only a smile.

Fond Memories

A few notes

From a favorite song

A little scar

From adventures long gone

Subtle aromas

Whether savory or sweet

Faces in a crowd

Or passed on the street

Sounds of laughter

Or the creek of a gate

The touch of a hand

Or a whisper from a mate

They come as gifts

Like fruits from the trees

They shape our lives

These Fond Memories

I REMEMBER

I remember learning that I hadn’t made the cut.
The pain was unbelievable.
The fealing that I had worked so long for nothing.

I remember biting back the tears.
While congratulating the winners.
I’d have made a pact with the devil to be them.

I remember the balloons falling from the ceiling.
Falling almost as fast as my pride.
Falling in celebration of another’s accomplishments.

I remember falling to my knees in the green room.
Screaming for forgiveness from God.
Hoping I had not wasted the talent he trusted me with.

MY TEARS

What right have I
To mourn
To miss
To cry

For my time with her
Was but a minute
Compared to others

That brief flash
That point in time
A mere blink

A minute
Wrapped around a million moments
Wrapped around a million memories

And for each memory
An inspired
Loving
Tear