Friday, September 19, 2014

Poetry: Too and To

Too and To

Too sick tonight
  Too sick to fight
Too sick to be right
  Too sick to make it to midnight.

Too many broken dreams
  Too many failed schemes
Too many unheard screams
  Too many of life’s extremes.

Too is abundance, to is towards
  Too is my circumference, to is like new cords
Too is heavy, to is free flight.
Too will be laid down, to heaven I’ll go tonight.

Chere L Brown, Fort Worth, TX, June 3, 2014

Poetry: Pills


Round solutions
To all that ills
Pills, pills, pills

Hard solutions
For the over the hill
Pills, pills, pills

Scientific solutions
Can they save or will they kill
Pills, pills, pills

By Chere L. Brown, Fort Worth, TX 2012

Sunday, July 15, 2012

My Couch

This is the day I spent all day doing nothing on my couch. Oh, I watched a biography on Jamie Foxx and another about John Ritter; I guess that was something. In my mind I stayed busy. I checked my email, read my Google Reader, viewed my Facebook, and watched a half dozen Ted Talks. At different intervals, exhausted from such mental excursion, I took two naps. The only times I left my couch were to go to the bathroom and to warm something in the microwave, which I ate while sitting on my couch.

At times my couch is much like an astronaut’s pilot seat. It is very confining, but gives me an amazing view of earth and space as I observer uncharted areas on the Internet. My control panel has a navigational device called Google, which guides me and allows me to make amazing discoveries. I keep contact with the earthlings through email and Facebook and occasionally I receive a voice call from friends or family, which is a real treat. My Google Reader keeps me abreast with the latest news. Often my spaceship turns into a time capsule. transports me back in history were I find roads once traveled, but are new to me and just as engrossing as the present and the future adventures. At times I am hurled through Internet space so quickly and so engrossingly that I reach total weightlessness. I lose complete awareness of my blob perched upon my couch. It is like an out of body spiritual experience where I jump to another dimension and touch the face of God.

My aching body then flings me back to my dimension. My space capsule crashes on the landing pad of my couch as the gravitational pull on my hunk of flesh moans. I stretch trying to remove the stiffness. “Get up,” my body screams. “I can’t take this inactivity any longer.” I arise from my couch and the full pull of gravity on the weigh of my body registers the pain in my foot as a number 8. I limp to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for a sack. All along the way my foot is yelling, “Get me back to the couch. Quickly, get me back to the couch.” I respond empathetically, “I hear you. I’m on my way.” In great pain, I limp back to my couch and fling my leg up. As I eat my snack, the pain starts to let up. I consider taking another voyage into Internet space, but opt for a nap instead; I hug my couch and fall asleep. As I drift into a dream world, I am aware I have now embarked on a different journey---a journey of the unconscious mind. From my couch I can take many journeys except one- physical journeys. I have been waiting for six weeks for surgery for a blood clot in my left leg and an ulcer on a toe. Should I have this soon, I might be able to resume my normal activity and once again embark on some physical journeys. Life is a journey, but the modes of transportation are many.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Shannon's Story: Shannon's Obituary

Shannon Ivy Brown

September 14, 1968 – December 19, 2009

Shannon Ivy Brown died December 19, 2009 after thirty years of serious health conditions starting with a brain tumor at age 11. She died in Richmond, California due to a septic blood infection. She was 41 years old.

Shannon Ivy Brown was born September 14, 1968 to Daryl Thomas Brown and Chere Lynn Brown (Barnett) in Seattle, Washington. Shannon has lived with her mother in Washington, California, Nevada, Tennessee and Vermont. She has been a resident of Richmond for 11 years. She had a wonderful sense of humor. Shannon’s greatest attritubues were her simple faith, her loving heart, her patience and her endurance. She became know to her family as the “Comeback Queen” because, despite many near death experiences over the years, she always pulled through.

Shannon is survived by her mother, Chere L. Brown of Richmond, CA; her father, Daryl T. Brown of Tucson, AZ, her grandmother, Beverely Brown of Yerington, NV, her uncle Daniel C. Barnett of Incline Village, NV. Many cousins around the country also survive her.

A memorial service will be held for Shannon at 2PM on Saturday, January 16, 2010 at Central City Christian Fellowship, 1230 Bissell Avenue, Richmond, CA. There will be a reception in community room of the church following the service. For additional information call 510-407-1525.

Shannon’s urn will be buried next to her grandmother, Clara M. Barnett in Yerington, NV.

Driving Directions

From Vallejo

Merge onto I-80 W toward SAN FRANCISCO.

Take the SAN PABLO AVE exit toward BARRETT AVE.




End at 1230 Bissell Ave Richmond, CA 94801-3137

From Oakland

Merge onto I-80 W toward Richmond

Merge onto I-580 W toward Richmond




End at 1230 Bissell Ave Richmond, CA 94801-3137

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas In Heaven

My daughter, Shannon, will be spending her first Christmas with Jesus this year. I was so blessed to spend 40 Christmases with her. Christmas was our absolute favorite time of the year. I feel this poem is so appropriate for her.

Shannon died Saturday, December 19th at 10:10 pm of a septic infection in her blood stream. Shannon had been ill for 30 years. Her body was never very kind to her, but she loved and trusted the Lord deeply. She never let her pain or disability rob her of her joy or her faith. She fought a good fight; she ran and finished the race. She has crossed the finish line and is now in heaven celebrating her victory in Christ with Jesus.

I'm Spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this Year

I see the countless Christmas trees, 
Around the world below. With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, Reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular, Please wipe away that tear. For I'm spending Christmas, With Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs, That people hold so dear. But the sounds of music can't compare, With the Christmas choir up here.

For I have no words to tell you, The joy their voices bring. For it is beyond description, To hear the angels sing.

I can't tell you of the splendor, Or the peace here in this place. Can you just imagine Christmas, With our Savior, face to face?

I'll ask Him to light your spirit, As I tell Him of your love. So then pray one for another, As I lift you eyes above.

Please let your hearts be joyful, And let your spirit sing. For I'm Spending Christmas in Heaven, And I'm walking with the King.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.

For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.

Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

~© Wanda Bencke ~


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