This to shall pass…#249

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“I have won the election, and I am never going to leave the White House”

 Are we still talking about Trump?  He has lost the race to the White House, Joe Biden knows how to walk the walk and talk the talk.  I cannot believe that we are getting closer and closer to the final day and Trump is still holding on.  However, now Trump is trying to stay alive with his lawsuits.  Rudy Giuliani is being laughed out of every court room he enters. 

Trump wanted to disenfranchise millions of voters, without thought he would deprive a person or organization the privilege to vote.  Currently, I believe that Trump and his followers are beating a dead horse.  Trump is known to get upset if he does not get his way, like a child he pouts and hides in his room.  He has spoken to the American people a few times since the election; he is calm, reads from a script, he is not the Trump that reads until he cannot stand it and blows up.  I am beginning to believe they have him medicated.   

Then we have Russian President Vladimir Putin, whom I try to follow closely as he scares me; he is a dictator and that is why Trump admires him.   Putin said that he’s ready to work any American Leader, but still isn’t ready to recognize the election victory of Joe Biden.  He continued to say, “We will work with any person who will be given the trust of the American people.

In the mean time we must hold onto the hope of our future, we must, in America, fight the Covid-19 Virus.  We in America must accept the “new normal”, the loss of lives to a uncontrolled virus; rebuilding from job loss, learn to deal with rising cost of living.  We will have to fight to bring ourselves out of the darkness into the light.   

Flying with Broken Wings…#247

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Flying with Broken Wings

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 and bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought physical disability of Cerebral Palsy, living with Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. She lived not only with these disabilities, she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about the beginning, the 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

©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

A Right to have Rights…#241

Prejudices are alive and thriving within the borders of the United States of America. The blood of the first true American runs red upon the land that we hold scared, the American Indian.  I continue having a problem with the views of “immigration” in this country by the “descendants” of immigrates. These people are now citizens of this country by either birth or becoming a citizen after coming to the United States. The rhetoric has not changed throughout the years. It is like being ugly and poor, if you are not beautiful, rich and powerful your chances of getting into the “upper 1% club” is zero.

My father was born in 1903, he, his mother, grandmother  and their people the Southeastern Chickasaw’s were not recognized as American citizens until about 1940, by then he was married and had two children.  He was born in America, lived, worked and died in America, but he was almost 37 years-old.

In 1924, The Act governing Native Americans did not include those born before the effective date of the 1924 Act and it was not until the Nationality Act of 1940 that all born on U.S. soil were citizens; my father was thirty-seven years old before he was to be recognized as a “REAL AMERICAN CITIZEN”. Many Native Americans, who were granted citizenship rights under the 1924 Act, may not have had full citizenship and suffrage rights until 1948. My father’s right to be a citizen of the United States of American was granted to him by “Immigrates or the Descendants of immigrates”

I have to wonder what my father and those who came before him, those who were drove from their lands, walked the Trail of Tears, those who help build this country would have to say about how we look upon the way those in power, the people we voted into office are reacting to today’s immigration decisions, have they forgotten that we are all descendants of immigrates, your ancestors who came to this country and were welcomed with open arms.  They did not have to go over a wall or under one, their children were not taken away from them, some lost forever.

I believe we need to stop and think about how we look in the eyes of other countries, to people who may want to make America their home, are we moving forward or backward?  If Donald Trump is allow to sit upon his throne in the White House, how many more immigrates will fall to the wayside?  Immigrates built this country, Trump has twisted every law, the Constitution, to his favor and childlike behavior.  As Americans from all races, faiths and color, we need to take back our country, bring it back to the time when we stood at our borders with open arms for those in need, or those being persecuted by their own country.

This is only my opinion and mine alone, of one who watch their father being discriminated against when I was a child. A father who was not allowed, to walk down the same street next to a powerful white man. A father who worked hard to make a living with little education. A father who would take food off our table to give to someone passing through who was hungry and did not have a job. A father who would fight for all people, be understanding of differences, and fight against discrimination. My father, a True American!  Donald Trump is not, he is blight on this land!

Getting off my soap box…elizabethannjohnsonmuphree

Flying with Broken Wings…#239

Altered Senses

Existence, scene after scene, characteristic of life environment, genetics and promises that reveal nothing, the past descends like rain from the sky, washing away all dreams.  Phantoms of youth chanting within the soul, paths blocked; evil has spread across the landscape of a lifetime.  Loneliness limits love and happiness; boundaries set slow down the process of moving into the future…nevertheless, the future may be shrouded with abundant solitude from where there is no escape.  Rethink the future!

©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Flying with Broken WingsA Memoir

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 and bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought physical disability of Cerebral Palsy, living with Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. She lived not only with these disabilities, she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about the beginning, the middle and the end of her life.

Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:

  1. Fragments of Time
  2. A Passage into Madness
  3. Asterial Thoughts
  4. A Sachet of Poetry
  5. Rutted Roads
  6. Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
  7. Reflections of Poetry
  8. Beyond the Voices
  9. Honeysuckle Memories
  10. Echoing Images from the Soul
  11. A Journey into the Soul

©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Acceptance…#238

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Acceptance…

The future and its viewless things,

That undiscovered mystery.  Will

We feel death’s lifeless wings.

No one wants these ending things,

If so, it would be a lie.  I hide behind

Curtained windows to keep the

World from seeing my dying eyes.

My face bathed in the dew of morn,

Before me the snowy landscape

Spreads.  This is the world in which

I was born, the world which will be

Gone from me when I am dead.

Sick of this wasted body, the mortal

Strife, the pain of taking a breath.

Now sorrow is the course of my life,

My soul combats with death.

I pray for calmness within me, please

Let it grow, before my wilted spirit must

Go.  Life is beginning to be all too clear,

I am not afraid, for soon I will be gone

From here.

©2013.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree.honeysucklememories

Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:

  1. Fragments of Time
  2. A Passage into Madness
  3. Asterial Thoughts
  4. A Sachet of Poetry
  5. Rutted Roads
  6. Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
  7. Reflections of Poetry
  8. Beyond the Voices
  9. Honeysuckle Memories
  10. Echoing Images from the Soul
  11. A Journey into the Soul

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:

  1. Fragments of Time
  2. A Passage into Madness
  3. Asterial Thoughts
  4. A Sachet of Poetry
  5. Rutted Roads
  6. Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
  7. Reflections of Poetry
  8. Beyond the Voices
  9. Honeysuckle Memories
  10. Echoing Images from the Soul
  11. A Journey into the Soul

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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

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

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.

The Days go Slowly…#232

It has been one week since the passing of my little four-legged baby and constant friend Mason, the pain in me remains.  I know death, its finality!  My body I can feel, whereas for days afterward, it felt numb.  I walked yet I could not feel anything beneath my feet.  I washed, and the cloth could not be felt as I ran it across my face.  The numbness has left me and I still feel the hole, that the void.  My heart is swelling, filling up my chest cavity, so much so that I wonder if it will burst.  The lump in my throat will not go away.  I can hardly breathe, air flows toward  my heart then stop abruptly, all reminding me that Mason is no longer with me.

He was my constant companion for almost nine years.  My mind whirls with visions of him, the walks where he must inspect each tree, the belly rubs, and the wonderful kisses.  The storms that he sat at my feet.  Last but not least, running into the bathroom for a butt wipe after each poop trip outside.  Mason was so intelligent that I expected him to start talking at any time; he walked to his own drummer. 

He went so quickly I did not have time to think about the situation, one day he was watching my every move and smiling, the next day he was gone.  My home is now silent, a place where death came and left just as quickly.  Death has done this to me many times, each time taking a piece of me with it.  Why did Mason not show some clue that he was so sick, no he showed nothing until that last day?  He was faithful until the end, wanting only to be with me at any cost.

I am sorry for showing this weakness with all of you, however, the loneliness is thick and menacing, and the light has gone out of my life.  It left with Mason.  I took very good care of him; he did not even know that he was a dog, was he?  My mind void of thought as it chases the shadows inside as I continue this walk alone. 

E.

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