Chuck is an educator, Young Adult Novelist, and passionate about helping people with depression and anxiety by sharing his own insights and experiences. He is founder of a Black Student Union at his high school, he works with teenagers almost daily.
Month: September 2020
This Country is Grateful to Those Who Serve-a Poem…#237
A Sacred Duty…
The old blind man down the road is dying, he is kind and good and the neighbors all know of his name. They say, that after the war in Vietnam his Country he would not blame. Family and friends all gathered around him in his final hour. I watch, as people would come and go their hands full of food and flowers.
His daughter arrived asking me to thank the neighbors for what they have done. Then she tells me that the old man is holding on to life waiting for his Grandson. Her eyes filled with tears, you see my Son is in Afghanistan and we have not seen him for a year. My father was in the military too, a pilot in Vietnam, he came home and for that, we were all blessed. The medals on his walls are evidence of him being the best.
We had only spoken for a moment when the sound of sirens filled the air it gave us both, a scare. The parade of cars pulled up close, doors opened; uniform men stepped out, all with a military flare. Behind them walked a young man straight and tall, wearing his Air Force Blues, said it all. They say that he went to the bedside of his Grandfather, took his hand giving him a small box along with a sharp salute. The young man was proud of his grandfather this was his last tribute.
In the box were the medals he himself had been given in Iraq and Afghanistan, “These are for you Papa and thank you for teaching me to be a man”. They buried him in that sacred place called Arlington, his job as son, brother, father, grandfather, and the service to his Country at last was done.
©2012.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com
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.
Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:
- Fragments of Time
- A Passage into Madness
- Asterial Thoughts
- A Sachet of Poetry
- Rutted Roads
- Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
- Reflections of Poetry
- Beyond the Voices
- Honeysuckle Memories
- Echoing Images from the Soul
- A Journey into the Soul
To Not Be Silenced
C.R.Murphree, Everything that we hang onto.
Donald Trump Pandering for the Black Vote…#236
Donald Trump said that he is devising a plan to get the “Black” Vote, so now he want to “romance” the Black’s in America. Donald Trump comes under the statement “Sheep in Wolfs clothing”.
Trump has been sued for violating the Fair Housing Act, evidence was found that Trump refused to rent to Black tenants. Itis said that when he came to his casino’s Black people had to get off the floor. He has been known to say that Blacks have a trait to be lazy. Trump falsely accused Obama as not being a citizen. Trump has suggested that Senator Kamala Harris, “doesn’t meet the requirements” to run for vice president. He has stated that, Blacks are “Living in poverty, schools are no good”. What have you done to correct this Mr. Trump?
Trump attacked NFL players for kneeling silently protesting the national anthem. He has stated that African countries are “shitholes”. He has stated that Black and Brown members of Congress should “Go back”. Donald Trump said that he had a plan to win over Black Americans. Then, he opens his mouth again saying, “That Blacks only care about power for themselves, his speeches are different for different audiences. He defended Confederate symbols, calling Black Lives Matter a symbol of hate. He consistently delivered a law and order message, calling demonstrators “thugs” and “anarchists” and “mob rule.”
They are those that say Trump is just a bad speaker and possibly racially insensitive. But when one pulls all of what he said and what he did together, he is a racist. He has put a dark cloud over our Nation, and has insulted most of our allies. If, and after, he is elected he will return as the same vile individual that he has been for 30-years. He makes me ashamed to be white! As we live in our white skin we must work hard to make this country equal for everyone; we need to heal, and we cannot nor will we be able to with the reelection of Donald Trump.
©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com
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.
Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:
- Fragments of Time
- A Passage into Madness
- Asterial Thoughts
- A Sachet of Poetry
- Rutted Roads
- Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
- Reflections of Poetry
- Beyond the Voices
- Honeysuckle Memories
- Echoing Images from the Soul
- A Journey into the Soul
FaceBook:
https://www.facebook.com./Elizabeth-Ann-Murphree-Write-111707974010781
Circle Of Control
C.R.Murphree is an educator, Young Adult Novelist, Mental Health Speaker and passionate about helping people with depression and anxiety.
Book(s) Promotion…#235
Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com
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.
Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com
Fragments of Time
A Passage into Madness
Asterial Thoughts
A Sachet of Poetry
Adoration Aspirations Anger Asylums
Rutted Roads
A Collections of Poems
Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
A Decade of Poetry
Reflections of Poetry
Beyond the Voices
Honeysuckle Memories
Echoing Images from the Soul
A Journey into the Soul
Writers Page: https://www.facebook.com/Elizabeth-Ann-Murphree-Writer-111707974010781
When Monsters Come To Play
Reblog post from C.R. Murphree on Depression.
Poetry-Waiting for the End…#234
Living under both fugitive and gracious light, living within walls that no longer make a home. Living with assumptions in a world that scorns. One cannot demand love; it leaves the seeker tired and alone. The heart is no longer inspired by life; it is dead it is made of stone.
Thirst for creativity, hours to feel un-whole, feeble, no power no control. Troubled with no rest, walking upon the fallow ground, the fields like deserts, barren no heart no soul. Youth has gone; strength is gone, one’s foremost self-lost in the past, haunted by what went before.
No music, not even the sound from a rustic flute. The clouds of an obsessed storm in the sky, it groans with sadness. Visions clear, to be mute would be golden. No cares, wandering, nomadic, living from place, to place, another plane, the way is lost. Heart-weary, harsh, a dwelling a void, silence.
Fear and fatigue consume, will the body die. Evidence is in the stillness of a stone heart, it has grown weary and cold. The heart beats faster and faster, like a runaway train, sweeping through the soul. The deep cut into the soul cannot heal. The night-wind blows through a whisper of silver hair, soon it will be dawn. The night passed slowly.
Another day under the leafless tree, dew lays upon the body, watching the Robin looking beneath for a worm. Fall is here and the Robin will go south, soon a cold and frothy sea of white will cover the ground. Death is welcomed, emptiness, the trembling are now all stilled; time is winding to a close. Ashes will soon lay upon an icy shore, waiting for the melting ice to float them away.
2020©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Where were you…September 11, 2001 – #233
Where were you…September 11, 2001
A date that like many other tragedies in history, most everyone knows where they were when America was attacked. It was a Tuesday, the attacks happened early enough on the World Trade Center that most of the workforce hadn’t arrived yet, If it had happened later, it could have been 50,000 people in the towers. The Pentagon was less fortunate it was hit at a time that most employees were in their offices or at their desks when the plane hit the building. United Flight 93 plane crash in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
I was in the grocery store in McFarland, Wisconsin. I went home instantly, when I entered my apartment, my son Chuck was there, I stood in silence watching television when the second plane hit the other Tower. I could not speak; it was unreal, like watching a movie! I went to work, most everyone there was glued to the T.V., work went on, the towns went on, the state went on, and the world held her breath.
The World Trade Center Towers went down and America stood up, all working together during such a tragedy. Stop today to pray for those who lost loved ones. Stop today and give a thought about what America is doing today. We should be standing together to change laws, to fight for equality for everyone, to welcome those wanting to escape death or persecution. We are not a county that turns away good people.
As firemen, policemen, volunteers of all colors walked about, pictures of them did not show color, all faces were ashen. Stop today, stop this fighting among ourselves as Americans, we are better than that, let’s set aside our differences and fight for equality for everyone, black, white, all races. It’s time!
A Moving Beast
Update from Chuck Murphree Blog
The Last Chapter 