So it has been forever since I have been on here. I love to write poems but with 5 kids it just doesnt happen very often. Tonight child #3 needed a poem for class and was not going to do it. She was going to do the free style....but the poem options has the chance to win 100$. I said kori you do know that your mom is a poet and I can help you right??? She jumped at this chance to win some money with of course first double checking that she would get the money. This is what 'we' came up with. It had to be about her fav. character.
The Real Lion King
In the African plain I was born and raised.
I was Mufasa's first born son, so learning to be king was how I spent my day's.
Nala is my BFF and Zazu is my watch bird. There is my uncle with the evil plan who tries to
steal my dad's loyal herd.
I was told it is my fault that my dad went away. Uncle Scar told me to leave, get out, you cannot stay!
So I go and meet some new friends and years go by. Than Nala shows up and she did not come to say hi.
After a fight- where she wins- we go back to Pride Rock. I am now taking over- " Uncle Scar this has got to stop!"
A battle breaks out , it is the hyenas verses the big cats. When it is over my place on the throne I have back.
Kori and charlene turney feb2 2011.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Poem/ It just seems easier
In the past two days I have had people I know die. One was a wife and the other was a husband with a new baby of 2mths.
I had thoughts going around in my head ,like I sometimes do for a poem and this is what I came up with. It turned out different than I started it to be but that sometimes happenes when writing. This is different thought I have had through 13 yrs of marriage and some I have heard from other people talking about theirs.
It just seems easier
Thinking it might be easier..........but.......knowing..
that...is...a lie.
The reality of it would ........be..........so .........painful
if he were gone or unexceptionally were to die.
I could do it by myself-------I already do.
I would have to do it by myself there would be no more
"Honey could you?"
If he is gone for a week I am wanting him back.
His strength and his presence is what our home really lacks.
He is back for a day when an argument erupts.
How come those earlier thoughts have so easily become corrupt
The fighting and the pain brings thoughts of a divorce.
Frustration and loneliness was not my chosen course.
Presenting a receipts after shopping for some clothes.
It would seem easier to me if only I had to know.
The enemy throws these imagines of peace into our minds eye,
and people grab a hold of them making divorce a record high.
The thoughts, they will enter but we must immediately make them flee,
or they will grab hold, take root, and grow inside of me.
This world runs on feelings like a car in need of gas,
but it is a choice to love and a choice to make it last.
If we can learn to communicate and we can learn to pray,
than we can grab hold of the thoughts and go another day.
Being thankful is like a light in a dark room,
it pushes the thoughts away and tells the enemy to move.
Be thankful for your partner and for the help they bring any given day.
Be thankful for their job-even if its the one that takes them away.
Be thankful for their income that comes because they give their time.
Be thankful for the moments when they do not bring home a dime.
Be thankful , Be faithful, and make choices you wont regret in the end.
Choose each day to love and choose each day to begin.
charlene turney. sept 6, 2010.
I had thoughts going around in my head ,like I sometimes do for a poem and this is what I came up with. It turned out different than I started it to be but that sometimes happenes when writing. This is different thought I have had through 13 yrs of marriage and some I have heard from other people talking about theirs.
It just seems easier
Thinking it might be easier..........but.......knowing..
that...is...a lie.
The reality of it would ........be..........so .........painful
if he were gone or unexceptionally were to die.
I could do it by myself-------I already do.
I would have to do it by myself there would be no more
"Honey could you?"
If he is gone for a week I am wanting him back.
His strength and his presence is what our home really lacks.
He is back for a day when an argument erupts.
How come those earlier thoughts have so easily become corrupt
The fighting and the pain brings thoughts of a divorce.
Frustration and loneliness was not my chosen course.
Presenting a receipts after shopping for some clothes.
It would seem easier to me if only I had to know.
The enemy throws these imagines of peace into our minds eye,
and people grab a hold of them making divorce a record high.
The thoughts, they will enter but we must immediately make them flee,
or they will grab hold, take root, and grow inside of me.
This world runs on feelings like a car in need of gas,
but it is a choice to love and a choice to make it last.
If we can learn to communicate and we can learn to pray,
than we can grab hold of the thoughts and go another day.
Being thankful is like a light in a dark room,
it pushes the thoughts away and tells the enemy to move.
Be thankful for your partner and for the help they bring any given day.
Be thankful for their job-even if its the one that takes them away.
Be thankful for their income that comes because they give their time.
Be thankful for the moments when they do not bring home a dime.
Be thankful , Be faithful, and make choices you wont regret in the end.
Choose each day to love and choose each day to begin.
charlene turney. sept 6, 2010.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Splash of Colors Birthday parties
I am starting this new business called Splash of Colors birthday parties. My first party was for my daughters 7th bday. It went great. I drew the pictures than the kids got to paint them. Kori loves animals so I let her pick through a few pictures and she chose the doggie. Here are a few pic. of her special day
splashofcolorsbirthdayparties.blogspot.com
Monday, October 26, 2009
My True love
My True Love I love when you listen to me for endless hours just to hear my voice. You give full attention, as if I were the only one, and you do this by choice. I am selfish and I apologize that I forget to ask about you. What you long for and wait upon-I barley have a clue. Your attention to detail is something to be desired. You have given me your all and yet in return nothing is required. You walk beside me in joy and hold me in times of pain. You selflessly give me you even when I am the one to gain. I feel like we have been together since the beginning of time. Thank you for not leaving even though I often act like a mime. Moving and no talking without a tangible word. You somehow still knew what I wanted. My needs you heard. I yell and I scream,I get angry and cast blame. You forgive and show me wonders as your love does not change. I have found love in the past that brought both joy and sorrow, but your love somehow brings healing for today and tomorrow. You sit beside me and hold my hand when I just need to talk. You go with me and than carry me when I am to tired to walk. You gently tell me to keep going when at times I want to give in, and you tell me I am strong enough and if I fight this I will win. With you by my side my enemies become a footstool for my feet. When we go into battle as one there is nothing we cannot beat. There is no greater love in all of this earth, and to me it is freely given I cannot even describe its worth. A love that cost someone the death of a son, when we believe and receive than forgiveness has begun. He would have done it for one,two, or even three. Yes, that is true love. Jesus dying for you and me. ©charlene turney feb 7, 2008
I was asked to write something for a Valentines spoken word show. This is what I came up with.
I was asked to write something for a Valentines spoken word show. This is what I came up with.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
If left untouched
If left untouched
If I were left untouched
you would see the effects.
my nails and hair would grow long,
my body a mess.
If an infant were left alone
It would eventually die,
without any milk to be fed,
with no one to answer its cry.
If cars in a pile
are left there untouched,
they would soon change color
and than begin to rust.
If a house is abandoned
you would know from the outside
because the paint is chipped
and the flowers have died.
If bills are left untouched
there would be a price to pay,
the collectors would be calling
and your belongings taken away.
When the love of a parent
Is not felt by a young child,
It is often that they grow up
to be one who is rebellious and wild.
The world, our water,
the animals, and trees,
how different it would all look
If we had not done as we please.
We know the natural order of things
when they are left untouched,
but how come the questions gets
Asked so loud
"Where are you God
when evil erupts? "
Would it be my body's fault
or the babies or the car
that turned to rust?
what about the house or
the bills or the child
that cannot trust?
We blame God because
we think it is the evil he directs,
yet, we never question life's
natural causes and effects.
Evil does not exist because
God has given up,
evil runs free because with
our actions we have told
God to shut up!
We have kicked God out of
our homes, our school,
and some of our churches.
We feel that He is not
The All Powerful,
that He is not even worth it.
The world is the way it is
because of the places we
do not allow God to come in
and it is those places that
are left untouched that
It seems evil will win.
Charlene turney October 1, 2007
If I were left untouched
you would see the effects.
my nails and hair would grow long,
my body a mess.
If an infant were left alone
It would eventually die,
without any milk to be fed,
with no one to answer its cry.
If cars in a pile
are left there untouched,
they would soon change color
and than begin to rust.
If a house is abandoned
you would know from the outside
because the paint is chipped
and the flowers have died.
If bills are left untouched
there would be a price to pay,
the collectors would be calling
and your belongings taken away.
When the love of a parent
Is not felt by a young child,
It is often that they grow up
to be one who is rebellious and wild.
The world, our water,
the animals, and trees,
how different it would all look
If we had not done as we please.
We know the natural order of things
when they are left untouched,
but how come the questions gets
Asked so loud
"Where are you God
when evil erupts? "
Would it be my body's fault
or the babies or the car
that turned to rust?
what about the house or
the bills or the child
that cannot trust?
We blame God because
we think it is the evil he directs,
yet, we never question life's
natural causes and effects.
Evil does not exist because
God has given up,
evil runs free because with
our actions we have told
God to shut up!
We have kicked God out of
our homes, our school,
and some of our churches.
We feel that He is not
The All Powerful,
that He is not even worth it.
The world is the way it is
because of the places we
do not allow God to come in
and it is those places that
are left untouched that
It seems evil will win.
Charlene turney October 1, 2007
Thursday, October 15, 2009
poem about abuse
this poem , like the abortion one is not written from experience. my goal in writing poems is to touch people who are hurting and tell them, in a creative way, about the hope in Jesus. this poem came to me after hearing a christian song about a girl cutting herself.
he enters at night and it is sleep that i pretend.he stops and he listens and than advances yet again.
i tell my self it is not my fault but the words do not work his abuse and selfishness has caused years of hurt.
every touch becomes a brick to this wall around my heart. i want to break free but i have no tools for with to start.
with hands to my head i am shaken it wild, i was forced to to be a woman no longer a child.
the years go by and the lack of emotions increase i am on a never ending search for healing, revenge, answers, and peace.
a pinch to check reality is for a world of fairy tales. i cut just to feel as i silently yell.
to ashamed to talk but the angry always shows, so relationships stay shallow for fear they will know.
than a gleam of hope spouts like flowers at the end of winter, for a moment pain is gone as love somehow enters.
it is only for a minute here and there, that the wounds begin to heal but it always ends with another tear.
than the impossible happened and i met someone who had experienced much grief, and with this relationship a friendship was started and i began to feel relief.
a brick starts to fall and the foundation begins to break. so many emotions pouring in that at times it is to hard to take.
my friend was not at fault but also felt rejection and was accused, with poison words and slashing hands he was beaten and abused.
to have someone he loved and called them his friend be the very same person who was his enemy at the end.
it gave me hope at last to know He felt the same things, He experienced the rejection and felt the raw pain.
He came through and had victory in his moment of hell. He taught me to rise up ,stand tall and my story to tell.
Lives will be changed, walls will break down, when I tell of this friend, named Jesus , that I have now found.
written by charlene turney may 20, 2008
he enters at night and it is sleep that i pretend.he stops and he listens and than advances yet again.
i tell my self it is not my fault but the words do not work his abuse and selfishness has caused years of hurt.
every touch becomes a brick to this wall around my heart. i want to break free but i have no tools for with to start.
with hands to my head i am shaken it wild, i was forced to to be a woman no longer a child.
the years go by and the lack of emotions increase i am on a never ending search for healing, revenge, answers, and peace.
a pinch to check reality is for a world of fairy tales. i cut just to feel as i silently yell.
to ashamed to talk but the angry always shows, so relationships stay shallow for fear they will know.
than a gleam of hope spouts like flowers at the end of winter, for a moment pain is gone as love somehow enters.
it is only for a minute here and there, that the wounds begin to heal but it always ends with another tear.
than the impossible happened and i met someone who had experienced much grief, and with this relationship a friendship was started and i began to feel relief.
a brick starts to fall and the foundation begins to break. so many emotions pouring in that at times it is to hard to take.
my friend was not at fault but also felt rejection and was accused, with poison words and slashing hands he was beaten and abused.
to have someone he loved and called them his friend be the very same person who was his enemy at the end.
it gave me hope at last to know He felt the same things, He experienced the rejection and felt the raw pain.
He came through and had victory in his moment of hell. He taught me to rise up ,stand tall and my story to tell.
Lives will be changed, walls will break down, when I tell of this friend, named Jesus , that I have now found.
written by charlene turney may 20, 2008
Monday, October 12, 2009
Not mine to take
Not mine to take
this life was not planned by anyone on earth
i cannot go through with this pregnancy or birth.
a child is not included in what i have as a plan
i am not even sure if this will be a future with this man.
so i make my decision by sorting through all the advice,
but i am still confused by all the brochures that encourage "SAVE A LIFE"
i choose abortion the deciding factor my pride.
the father and i agree,the uncomfortable feelings i let slide.
i do not want to be seen with a belly so swollen,
to be an unwed mother with the father, who gives up and is going.
i go to the clinic, sign the paper and give the money,
the lady behind the counter smacks her gum and says"your doing the right thing honey"
a min is an hr the time seems so long,
the waiting allows the fear to build up, that i am doing something wrong.
they call me by my name i am the 3rd on the list,
i stand up from my chair and realize ive been clutching my fist.
they say i will in and out the procedure will be done,
i cant help but wonder would it have been a daughter or a son.
.......I am done and there is pain this i expected.
but i was surprised to find that i also felt rejected.
......Now the physical pain is gone and the years have drifted
but the scars are still there and the pain has shifted.
it is often that i think of the life that was once mine.
i would have a child to hold if i could take back time
.
for years i felt alone as if i were the only one,
but then i heard a story,about the death of a son.
there was something about those words that made me feel accepted.
was it because he also felt pain and was rejected?
a multitude of sins Jesus' death has erased,
the ones from yesterday, right now,and what ever we may face.
i will never forget that day when i was so young, but i now
know i am forgiven because of the death of God's Son.
by charlene turney july 15 2007
the goal in writing this was not b/c i have been through it my self but b/c so many women have gone through this and it seems to be a hush hush topic that they are ashamed or embrassed about. I pray that someone will read this and be touched by it.
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