Charlene's poems and art.

a school project poem.

2011-02-02T20:29:00.000-08:00

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.

Poem/ It just seems easier

2010-09-07T08:18:00.001-07:00

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.

Splash of Colors Birthday parties

2009-12-03T04:51:00.000-08:00

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

The birthday girl

Melinda took the great pictures for the party. Check out her blog.

http://www.melindanicodemusphotography.com

http://nicodemusphotos.blogspot.com/

My True love

2009-10-26T07:23:00.000-07:00

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.

If left untouched

2009-10-18T11:16:00.001-07:00

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

poem about abuse

2009-10-15T09:46:00.000-07:00

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

Not mine to take

2009-10-12T04:58:00.000-07:00

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.

I am healed.

2009-10-09T11:38:00.001-07:00

I'm healed

A pregnancy that's gone we were put to the test,
and now we are diagnosed with incurable M.S.
You have got to be kidding this is to much for me.
I'm just Charlene, a mom of three.
But with the numbness still there and having to make some decisions.
Knowing God's peace and needing his provision.
I know we can do this with God we are strong,
with him I am healed, I cant go wrong.
My husband by my side and so much prayer and support.
I know I will be healed and be able to report.
Glory to God you have healed me of this disease.
I will bow at your throne, I will fall on my knees.
My healer, my provider, my strength from above.
Even in the desert you surround us with love.
Thank you for this test, that I may grow,
it opens the door for others to know.
That yesterday, today , and tomorrow the same is your grace.
You can heal them of all things if it is you they embrace.
Take this to bring glory to you dear Jesus.
I am open to be used however it pleases.
Physical or spiritual either can cause pain,
but we can always find the right answer when we call on His name.

charlene turney
feb 2 2006

I am sick and tired, Help me now Lord

2009-10-08T08:58:00.000-07:00

The positive pregnancy test
and my body is changing shape.
The first few months,
and YES, I am already gaining weight.

I am already sick and tired,
Help me now Lord.

Nothing sounding good
and I know I need to eat.
Wanting to get some rest
yet, I can't get to sleep.

I am sick and Oh so tired,
Help me now Lord.

The cute maternity clothes
that I can't wait to wear,
but in the end I can't stand
them and I just don't care.

Style is out the window
and comfort takes 1st place.
Flips flops can go with everything,
but tennis shoes win the race.

I am sick and tired
of that same maternity outfit.
Help me now Lord.

The time is drawing near and
I am about to give birth.
Fighting all the fears
and praying it doesn't hurt.

I think.......I am about to be sick and I am tired.
Help me now Lord.

The lack of sleep so I can nurse
but the baby is still crying.
I yelled, I cried, and oh ya, I cursed.

I am sick and tired of no sleep.
Help me now Lord.

The first few years, so much
I do not know.
Hold them or let them cry,
spank them or just say no.
(again and again and again)

I am sick and tired
of not knowing what to do.
Help me now Lord.

So fast ,yet so slow
the years they go by.
From toddlers to teens,
from a hug to barely a hi.

The fighting and the yelling
and that's just from me.
I'm locked out of their
room and I can't find the key.

I am sick and tired
of losing that key.
Help me now Lord.

The drawing on the walls,
the cutting of the hair,
the portion of the food,
as one screams "that's not fair !"

The " I can do it by myself"
yet, with the shoe on the wrong foot,
the learning to get them to bed,
to get them to stay put.

I am sick and tired of the need
for one more sip of water.
Help me now Lord.

I will not know before hand
what to do or to say,
but I can be sure of this,
get on my knees to pray.

Help me to see the joy
in all the little things they do,
like in their smiles or is that gas?,
and that sweet little coo.

Help me to remember
the times they say I am the best
because I cleaned up a cut
or helped wipe up a mess.

I love them and they are precious
but this I sometimes forget.
So help me to look past
the tears and stretch marks
and remember they are worth it.

To remember that they can
bring so much joy that
I could squeeze them to pieces.

And for them to know even in
the moments of discipline
that my love never ceases.

So even though I get sick
and I always seem tired
this is one job I am meant
for and I will never get fired.

I thank you for my children
for without them I would
not be a mother.

This is the hardest,
yet most rewarding job ever
and I would choose no other.

So on this Mother's Day
give your children a big kiss on the cheek
and let them know it is their presence
in your life that makes this day unique.

charlene turney april 25,07
wrote while preg with caden and than changed ending in april.

personal

burdens.

2009-10-08T04:45:00.000-07:00

Burdens

A mother with her children that she cares for as each year goes past.

She is now in disbelief because that position seems to be changing so fast.

She wiped the noses, tended the cuts, and gave the kiss to stop the bruising.

How can it be that she now needs help to get up or around, it all seems so confusing.

She is sadden and in pain because a burden she does not want to be,

but it is love that allows us to care but she forgets this with her attitude of "woe is me".

As a mother there is time when it is easy and all a bliss.

Than there are times when we scream " I cant handle this" !

With the fights and the broken glass because the ball got thrown again,

that anger can turn to love with a hug for the heart to mend.

Ask a mother who has lost a child if they could have one day back what would they give.

They say a life time of frustration to allow that child to live.

As a mother we have learned that the burdens are worth the fight.

For one small moment as we cuddle and kiss them each goodnight.

As this woman ages and is needing to be taken care of herself,

She might want to pause and look back and consider her wealth.

A history full of love with the burdens and the joy,

if she could do it all again you would hear her prayers say...if only.

When our life gets bogged down , the joy slips by, and the burdens to much,

we need to stop , take a breath, and remember the sweet touch,

of our child or another loved one because the days are already short as it is.

We need to take that time as a treasure so that each fleeting moment we do not miss.

charlene turney.
jan 25 09

personal

Ashley NIcole. poem for her wedding day.

2009-10-08T04:42:00.000-07:00

Ashley Nicole

You were a gift that was born in the middle of the year.

So wanted and loved and to my heart you are held near.

A brother before you who his age was 4yrs old.

You loved to pick on him and cast blame, causing me to be quick to scold.

Always quiet and love to draw and color but there was one thing that you hated.

It was barbies, yet I loved them, but you somehow found them overrated.

You were well behaved and hardly got sick but there is a time that comes to mind.

When you were a toddle and had a cold and the tissue I could not find.

Up your nose was the kleenex--- I guess it was to stop the drip.

I tried to get it out but with no luck, my fingers would not fit.

A trip to the hospital to remove what was stuck for good.

A costly cold that needed help to get you breathing as you should.

The years went by fast with time at the skating rink and the y and than the joining of the band.

Who knew back than that this would be the place that you would first meet your man.

Your instrument of choice was the bluesy saxophone.

If you had know you teacher would one day be your father in law you might have gotten in less trouble by watching your tone.

The green nova that you noticed when I would drop you off at school some days.

"There's Chris" is what I remember that you always used to say.

After high school it was college where you took the 4yrs to graduate.

You did amazing and passed but that's not what I appreciate.

It is the woman you have become that I am so proud to say "That's my girl"

Our life of many changes have molded and shaped you into a precious pearl.

Ashley Nicole Salley I love you with all my heart.

And I am praying for you and congratulate you on this journey you are about to start.

A child, now a woman, who tomorrow becomes a wife.

To the honored Christopher Rowe, your best friend and your husband, for the rest of your life.

I love you...

charlene turney. personal.

10 yrs. annv. poem to my husband.

2009-10-08T04:32:00.000-07:00

10 years

To start the month off with a different name,

with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

A wife I became, a mother soon to be.

A new season of my life at the young age of twenty.

With everything new and not much left of the old,

The 1st year went by fast but the memories are gold.

The birth of our 1st daughter, there is no turning back now.

We had no idea what to do, yet we managed some how.

Her 1st steps in our 1st home and the challenges they both bring.

'We' have to do the yard work and she is into everything.

The love for your daughter was so tender to see

and I seeing the man that I married changing right before me.

Three more years down the road and we prepare for baby # two.

This time it is a boy and we think we know what to do.

Two more years go by with you busy in your career,

we than push the pause to examine if we are sincere,

with the travel, with your hours and with your job overall

was there more we could be doing, more to answer God's call?

You quit, we moved, and started full time ministry.

Now no job, one car and awaiting baby # three.

Again we are overjoyed as we prepare for more pink

but we ask where did time go, it was gone with a wink.

We experience God standing strong and being true to His Word,

even with man made walls to break down and people calling us absurd.

Campus meetings and bible studies, groups big and small,

daily picking up the cross and putting forth our all.

The trials have been many with the loss of precious things

but our love is so much stronger and daily my heart sings.

It was in the 9th year we find out there were more babies to come.

We were overjoyed with gladness then confused by the birth of only one.

But God has been faithful time and time again

and no matter what happens, with God we win.

Through the 10 yrs there have been many changes in your job, in our family, and all through our life

and if given the chance to do it over I would gratefully still be your wife.

Love Charlene Turney

November 1, 1997 , November 1, 2007

10 years of marriage. personal

Poem to my grandmother for mothers day. her life story

2009-10-08T04:24:00.000-07:00

In 1936 Katie Bell gave birth to a daughter she named Kay. September 6 would now forever be a very special day.

Wanda would get a sister and dad, would be blessed with daughter number two. What started out as Billy and Katie Bell would soon become a full crew.

A house full of joy with 5 boys and 4 girls, now surrounded with trucks, lizards, make-up and curls.

Beautiful but very shy, Kay seemed to stay in the background, where she was no trouble to her parents, she barley made a sound.

As a little child she loved to go to the Fairhope pier. There was one thing she could do there that caused her to grin from ear to ear.

Her Father, who she was very close to, would take her roller skating and she would be at the door when he got home, ready and waiting.

Hand me down clothes that through the years she always wore. Some made her say yuck and some she adored.

Than as a teen she met an amazing man. They dated and than she said yes when he asked for her hand.

Once a girl, who became a wife and the future unknown. Frank Richard Nordstorm was the name that she would now take as her own.

He worshipped and cherished her and she knew that she was admired. His love for her was amazing, it was a kind that inspired.

So with the birth of a daughter named Frankie Kay, their family was started, but with some realitives still in Wichita, a move began and from Alabama they departed.

Two years later mom went in to give birth to one but woke up with girl twins. She was so shocked and full of joy that all she could do was grin.

Than along came Wanda in the next two years. Kay's sister said the name was beautiful and shed joyful tears.

Wanda, called Colleen, makes daughter number four and a father so proud that his heart daily sored.

A few years of a break than another baby added to the mix, this time a boy named Gary entered into a home full of chicks.

With 5 kids and a full house she was a very proud mother then six years later came the surprise of Gary's baby brother.

It was the birth of Charles Robert her sweet second son. The Lord gave her a gift for a job well done.

After 18 yrs. in Kansas and daddy's mom passing away, they moved back to Al. and decided to stay.

A stay at home mom is what she was blessed to be, mom was very laid back and trusting and for good parenting that was her key.

So with their family complete and the years slipping by too quick. Time was filled with school work, summer swimming, and bruises and some occasionally nicks.

Than a life was taken too soon and her best friend was gone, what was all so right, with him as a father and provider had now turned all wrong.

Her heart now broken and wishing she could pause this thing called life but she has to be strong because she is still a sister and a mother and yes, still a wife.

She has a heart that is giving and without pay she was a nurse and from the years of being a mother her skills became diverse.

So when her sister Kathy got sick and Kay's help was needed, She gave all that she had, the expectations she exceeded.

Though an earthy battle was lost to cancer a heavenly soul was gained. Another sadness in Kay's life and losses that cannot be explained.

The example of a mother is something she has perfected. Her friends, children, and grandchildren love her and she is well respected.

She was there for the birth of grandchildren or if her son had a reaction. She is now there for Sarah and always ready to take action.

She has many names and is a woman full of love. Kay, mommy, granny, child from above.

A mother for 52 yrs, and a friend until the end of time. Happy Mother's Day does not say it all when what we want to tell everyone is that "She's mine".

To let the world know that we have been giving such a gift. To have had a Kay Nordstorm to be born at such a time as this.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.

Love Charlene, your oldest grand daughter and Pam , your favorite daughter. :)

personal.

Scars

2009-10-07T18:34:00.001-07:00

Scars that I hide, that I'm embarrassed to show.

Scars that I remember the story that goes.

Scars that have faded and some that are there still.

Scars that don't show but the pain I still feel.

Everyone has scars related to joy or hate,

but its the ones that bring life that we all appreciate.

Like the scars on my womb from the shots I daily give,

though painful and ugly they are needed for this child to live.

The scars across the chest of a breast cancer survivor.

The husband who loves them b/c it means he does not have to live without her.

The veteran back from war without one of their limbs.

They are sad yet count their blessings b/c they returned home again.

The mother with her stretch marks that she does not like to show,

though they are evidence of the home where her child was allowed to grow.

A sort of memorial to look back on and remember each time

that life was produced , yet left a scar behind.

Each scar has a story but I believe the greatest of them still,

is the one of the hands where the holes did not heal.

We were lost and dying and quickly needed a breath,

and the only way to survive was through a new birth after Jesus' death.

He had scars on his body and on his head from the cruel crown,

left to die on the cross as it was placed in the ground.

His scars are a reminder of the freedom he wants to give.

We can have it, if we want it, when we call on His name and live.

by © charlene turney (jan 9, 09)

a poem about my Uncle Gary

2009-10-07T05:04:00.000-07:00

For 47 years, a gift was on this earth.
It was the 17th of February

that Kay Nordstorm gave birth.

To a son, what a surprise, after 4 little queens.
There were dresses and dolls,

now there's sneakers and jeans.

His parents would say 'our boy is one of a kind'
Spoiled rotten is what his sisters would say if they were
given the time.

He became a diabetic at 14

and that brought challenges in his young years

but he was strong with his family's support

and he conquered his fears.

You will find that his likes did not change

from a toddle to an adult.
Give him four wheels and some mud

and you get 6 owned vehicles as a result.

18 years have passed by since he became our 2nd Mr. Fix It.
Though really it was years before

that he started following in his dad's footsteps.

He was a man that lived his life

as it came and always as he pleased.
Gary never met a stranger and was so full of life,

taking every opportunity to tease.

Some would say that he was a bit accident prone
because he has been on fire, hugged a tree,

and even broken a few bones.

He had this determination to live life

for every moment that it's worth,
to love his family and make them laugh

while he was still here on this earth.

His friends will truly miss him and

for a long time feel the lack,
just like rocky, his dog buddy,

who will get no more tic tacs.

If you knew Gary you would agree

he had 3 things dear to his heart
There was dancing and of course softball

but the last one was set apart.

18 years ago Gary was blessed with a son of his own.
He now knew what it meant to have a child sent here on loan.

Gary felt joy for each day and the pressure

to make decision that are right,
with a child to follow his path,

he would work at being all that he could with all of his might.

We are all sadden because his life was taken to swift
but we have peace because we know that he accepted Jesus' gift.

With Salvation he is now in heaven and walking with mighty men
and what a time he is having to see his daddy once again.

march 09, charlene turney. personal

A moment of Joy

2009-10-06T21:02:00.000-07:00

A moment of Joy

Know for a short time
but I still loved you the same.

Gone in a moment and
we didn't have a name.

Baby number four the
timing would be just right.

My belly getting rounder
the clothes getting to tight.

My sister and I pregnant at
the same time.

Both a baby girl that we
could each say " she's mine"

One month, two, three
and than four.

We did not realize there
would be just one more.

A tiny heart beat,
a small little flutter,

than one day it stopped
there would be no other.

Going to the doctor thinking
I had felt her move that night.

Thanking God the whole time
that it was going to be alright.

Doing the ultrasound and
finding no movement.

Getting more test done
to try and disprove it.

How could this happen
did we do something wrong.

Leaving the Dr. in shock
but still praising God with a song.

My husband and I crying
we do not understand,

but knowing that God is
with us and has us by the hand.

The peace of God was evident
everywhere in our home.

Family and friends with us so we
do not have to go through this alone.

Going one morning to deliver
the baby.

Praying to my Savior that
he would protect me.

I will always remember the
birth in a very special way.

We had her on June 2
and named her Rena.

charlene turney
jan. 4,2006
had her 2005
her name means joy
you say her name with a long a.

personal

Value found.

2009-10-06T20:31:00.001-07:00

Two simple letters that made up a word I could not say.

Yes, was just easier- No- seemed to get stuck, there was just no.....way.

No way to express that this was not what I wanted to do.

A way to express..................t

o begin I had no clue.

To say no to the boy who kissed and touched on the 1st date.

Outside I went with it but inside was screaming JUST WAIT

To say no to the boy who used me as a trophy and for sex.

I knew this, yet stayed when he would cheat and go on to who's next.

Sick with regret and my inability to stand tall.

Always stuck in a situation with my back against a wall.

How did I get here with this incapableness to speak.

Was it lessons never learned, the divorce, or was I just weak?

Brought up with morals so I knew the rules.

Yet, I seemed to be always blown by the wind, always acting a fool.

Years later in life I have realized the cause.

It was my eyes-------they were broken and that made me pause.

l was seeing no value, like my words do not count.

I was like an old shirt you get paint on or trash you throw out.

I was seeing ME through my eyes and I saw a lack of worth.

I did not yet know that I was a child of God , through a new birth.

When you know the value of a jewel or a famous piece of art,

you would cherish it, keep it safe, and hold it near your heart.

See..my eyes were broken so I traded them in.

I now use the Lords Word and I see value with in.

By charlene turney
oct 3 2008

It just takes One

2009-10-06T20:29:00.000-07:00

It just takes one

Dance but don't move

Scream but do it quietly

Sing but don't talk

live life to the fullest but don't take risk

move but stay still

be different but don't change

be bold but blend in

make a difference but don't interfere

do good in school but don't interrupt and ask questions

don't worry about your looks yet 1st impressions count

you want to be different yet stare at someone who is not the same

you make your skin darker but don't like the other race

if I stand up for once and went against the current would it be so bad? maybe.

but just maybe I could make it, just maybe I could make a difference, maybe I could be the dam the stops the current

it just takes one rock to make a ripple

one twig to start a dam

one stick to stir the waters

It just takes ONE person to change a life

it just takes one person.

to dance, to get movement going

to scream and be heard

to sing and make a song

to live life to the fullest with no regrets in the end

ONE person to move and make new comfort zones

to be different and start a trend

be bold and be remembered

to ask questions in school and expand the mind

to take care of your body -it's the only one you've got-

BE DIFFERENT to make a change

BE HEARD on your campus for what you believe

BE HEARD with your friends to do the right thing

BE HEARD at your job to be full of integrity

BE FULL of truth to those that lie

BE FULL of love to those that hurt

BE FULL of character to those that lack

BE FULL of forgiveness to those who have none to give.

MAKE A CHANGE, MAKE A DIFFERENCE, MAKE A STAND.

IT JUST TAKES ONE.

Charlene turney October 30, 2007

Hope at the End

2009-10-06T19:55:00.000-07:00

The rope is to short

and the ground is far away.

Not wanting to jump

but knowing I cant stay.

Letting go after hanging

on for a moment to long.

Now with calloused hands

and heart, I am trying

to move on.

From the darkness that

surrounds me, that fills

every space.

I can feel a piece of me

still alive, of my old self

there is still a trace.

My heart tells me to keep

moving, do not adjust my

eyes to the dark.

I must keep searching for

the light even when I often

miss my mark.

Glimpses of hope catch my eye

through strangers that I meet.

A new start, a new life, a path

of destruction I can beat.

I WILL overcome and this battle

I will win.

I was at the last of my rope

but there was hope at the end.

charlene turney. sept 09