Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree

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Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree Biography

Author Bio... Born in northern Alabama, father was a Native American (Chickasaw) sharecropper; mother who was emotionally absent, raised by her father, Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all were great storytellers. Instead of playing like most children, she roamed the countryside alone or with her father and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. During the summer, she lived with her fathers’ sister; it was at this favorite aunt that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt’s circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was the weekend retreat and filled with these people from a different life than her own. This aunt encouraged the imagination; planted the desire to write, a seedling waiting to sprout from the warm southern heart of a child. The harshness that shrouded life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial from her mother. Today, she lives in Southern Wisconsin…far from her southern roots, writes and paints daily.)

The Best Poem Of Elizabeth Ann JohnsonMurphree

Death Of Humanity

In the darkness of humankind's
sorrow the mind's eye begins to
see the weaken spirit; a weeping
brought forward by the beasts of
death.

Do we live in a world of madness,
days and nights on fire with
turmoil, are we walking a winding
path toward certain destruction.
Death of humanity will ride the
quake into a long and tearful
night; the blazing light of day
will open the true self of a
restless world a deviant light.

A steady storm is flowing across
the soul of humankind, fear grips
the heart of fallen men and women;
the state of mind must cross a
threshold into a peaceful existence
if we are to survive.

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