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RIP Sam Shepard…

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“There are no words to describe how I feel, we have lost another great one!”

 

 

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FLYING WITH BROKEN WINGS

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BEYOND THE VOICES

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HONEYSUCKLE MEMORIES

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REFLECTIONS OF POETRY

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ECHOING IMAGES

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ASTERIAL THOUGHTS

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RUTTED ROADS

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SACHET OF POETRY

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MY JOURNEY INTO ART

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Thanks for reading and in advance thank you for your comments.  EAJM

 

 Painting below:  Acrylic and Watercolor created December, 2010-The First Christmas without Charlotte…

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NEW BOOK: FLYING WITH BROKEN WINGS…

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Flying with Broken Wings is about the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. the book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was made fun of by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Living with Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. Charlotte lived not only with herself but she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.

This book was a labor of love, Published in June 2017, now on sale at Amazon.com

 

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The Intention to Deceive…

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An excerpt from “Fire, Rain and Lies”…

 

The intention to deceive…

A sad woman and her children stood in the graveyard on top of a small knoll watching the funeral service of her mother; asking herself, why she had come to this so-called deified ground.  The real “family”, the one acknowledged by a small gathering of people standing quietly next to the little mound of Alabama’s blood red dirt accepted the family, the two people and their children worthy of mourning the dead.  These worthy people sat in front of the casket, chairs prepared for a “family”.  A relative, a lecher, a pander of a church, an on-line bought preacher spoke of someone that he did not really know. 

There on the knoll stood four people, the woman too proud to let it show that she was being insulted and snubbed; her children protectively at her side.  Treated like yesterdays garbage upon arrival for this audacious occasion, shunned, hate shown without remorse from the “family”.  Why, because she dared to be there.  The dead, the woman in the casket had never wanted her, and although she came to see her faithfully, the selfish woman pushed her away.  Is there a hell for such people, should they or do they deserve to be called Mother?

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One week earlier, when the Mother lay dying… the lies began, “family” needed time to  open Wills, to move around assets to the “family” coffers.  Like so many years before, greed was again desperately trying to kill the seed.  Kept an aged body alive for financial gain, keeping “it” alive was beneficial. 

She was told not to come to the hospital.  The lies quickly followed, while all the time the entitlement that raged through the “family” was all that was present, no grief, instead of the grimness of death there were on faces of greedy ploys.  Gluttony bloomed before the sun would set upon that final day; looks of lying and take, take, take, their lives took on the presence of a forged tongue.  Always speaking of God, hope and prayer will not remove the presence of lies.

She left with her children knowing the “family” would hope that she would never return and they got what they wanted for a time.  She eventually returned in hopes of finding change, finding a family that wanted her, as she had always wanted them.  Lastly, she said her final good-bye. Never again, to face open jeers, false deeds, see honors lost; the price of greed can be at a great cost.  Roars of detest, to feel abhorrence of; hate; dislike intense continues now with the one’s that worry she may return.  Most of the “family” has since died but there still lies in the misty breath of strife… hate.  She is glad that the “bad omen” did not follow her in life and now destiny has finally caught up with the liar’s and their lives.          

 

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The Poor and the Homeless…

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I spent most of my Saturday night binge watching a series from Australia called “Keeping up with the Jones”; although it was redundant, I found it interesting.   This family owned over one-million acres of land in Australia and the images were amazing, especially the stars dancing across the heavens at night.

Nonetheless, the show made me think of all of the poverty in the world.  This family owned a “fleet” of helicopters to herd cattle, and although I understood their need for the trucks, tractors, trailers; not to forget horses, boats, water skis, just about anything one could want.  And, their “cook” prepared great food, deserts and no one went away hungry; I repeat…no one went away hungry!

Today, my reflection on the series is not that the Jones’ have a copious amount of wealth, they work very hard and at times face dangerous situations; their lot in life was to be one of abundance.  I just have to wonder with such wealth all over the world why did fate not spread it around.  There should be no hunger, health care should be free and plentiful; I am not asking the Jones’s of the world to give up their wealth to the poor, no.

On this Sunday morning, I am questioning all Gods, the Gods of every individual in the world, and why these Gods did not spread it around; no one should be hungry or homeless.  Never do I see images of the rich worshiping their God(s), while images of the poor and middle class worshiping their God(s) are abundant.  The hungry and homeless need help, the help of people and the God(s).  I’m just saying…

 

And, if you get a chance, watch “Keeping up with the Jones” on Netflix, you will marvel at Australia’s landscape and those billions of stars.  Have a great day.

 

Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

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The Last Chapter

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Life is a mystery novel, chapter after

Chapter, words painting every scene;

Leaving the mind filled with anticipation.

 

Each day viewed with the trusting mind

Of a child, innocence shades the memory,

Memories hide in the mind

Can time change one’s past…No, and the

Future is unknown. Life is a sailing ship

Upon the waves of what is soon to be

Tomorrow.

 

Where dreams may be lost upon turbulent

Seas, disparagement rains unkindly upon the

Unaware. The guilty accepts no fault or

Responsibilities for a life that they may have

Brought fear and tears.

 

They do not have remorse, nor do they care.

Chapter after chapter, existence torn and

Ripped apart; the guilty never feel shame, nor

Show that they have a heart.

When one reaches the last chapter and the

End draws near, one’s mind returns to a

Childlike place, a place without tears and

Peace replaces the old fears.

 

No need to grieve that no one cared, no need

To be sad or try to bring back the good times in

Your yesterdays; the grieving will soon end and

One will no longer yearn for the love never there.

 

Now one’s heart beats alone and yet sometimes

Briefly filled with grief for those hearts that were

Long ago stilled.

 

Did sacrifice of the one-heart change how the

Guilty chose to live when the space they occupied

Is empty and the one-heart moved on; do the spirits

Of the guilty wander forever questioning where they

Went wrong.

 

With the last page read and the book closed

Shut, the one-heart watch page-by- page, chapter-

By-chapter many lives unfold; and the one-heart is

Left to wonder if re-written would a new story be

Told.

 

 

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Posted by on August 28, 2015 in Poetry

 

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The Simplicity of Life

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The Simplicity of Life…

 

The human race has many possessions; as time

has spawn generations of collectors where material

gain has become an obsession.

 

The fabric and spirituality of our lives are invisible

threads of contentment, need and greed, all connected;

true-life values can be misdirected.

 

Possessions for which we unknowingly yearn; weakens

the golden threads that weave the framework of our souls, Soul

yet it waits patiently for our lessons to be learned.

 

Unearth a simpler life, a time we have forgotten, remove

unnecessary fragments from the collection; what remains

will be a wise selection.

 

Simplicity holds that which is essential for happiness

freeing us from the bondage of extravagance and excess.

 

Many search for contentment in their lives; yet true wealth

comes from precious moments the memory collects and

it is in memories where the soul survives.

 

For those who walk the simple path collecting has been set

aside; it is within the depths of the uncomplicated mind and

soul that rich rewards reside.

 

Through simplicity the soul discovers that setting weariness

adrift in life brings a sense of order; living a simple life does

not mean one has to be a pauper.

 

There are times when one has to be courageous enough to

remove people or possessions from their lives that create

clutter, chaos and confusion; do not grieve when your spirit

tells you that it is the only solution.

 

Invite simplicity into your life and watch a more serene

tomorrow unfold; and tell those who would laugh and abandon

you, that for gain you refuse to sell your soul.

 

 

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Posted by on August 26, 2015 in Poetry

 

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