The Green Child - Ronda

Three Things

2006-08-31T20:49:00.000-04:00

A). Three jobs you have had in your life:
Child, Student, and Writer

B). Three movies you would watch over and over:
Five Heartbeats, Boomerang, and Major Payne

C). Three places you have lived:
Absanie, Maddocha and that's all

D). Three TV shows you love to watch:
Law & Order, CSI, and Cold Case

E). Three places you have been on vacation:
Maddocha Beach, Texas, and California

F). Three websites I visit daily:
http://www.alwaysinspired.info
http://my.yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com

G). Three of my favorite foods:
Fried Chicken, Ribs, Chocolate cake

H). Three places I would rather be right now:
Maddocha Beach, an amusement park, or the park.

I). Three places I would never want to go
Jail, the prinicpal's office, or hell.

Random Questions

2006-08-31T20:34:00.000-04:00

What color are your kitchen plates? - Blue
What book are you reading? - None
What is on your mouse pad? - Don't have a mouse pad
Favorite board game? - Monopoly
Favorite smell? - Lavender
What is the first thing you think of when you get up in the morning? - I'm still alive.
Favorite color? - Pink
Least favorite color? - Brown
How many rings until you answer the phone? - Two
Future child's name? - Not sure
Chocolate or vanilla? - Chocolate
Do you like to drive fast? - Yes
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? - Yes
Do you like thunder storms? - No
What was your first car? - Don't have one of my own, yet.
What is your sign? - Whatever 10/9 is
Do you eat the stems of broccoli? - No
If you could have any job, what would it be? - A Writer
If you could have any color hair? - Pink
Is the glass half full, or half empty? - Half full
Favorite movie? - Five Heartbeats
Do you type with your fingers on the right keys? - Yes
What's under your bed? - Books
What is your favorite number? - Don't have one
Favorite sports to watch? - None
Your single biggest intense pain? - Headache
Ketchup or mustard? - Ketchup
Hamburger or hot dogs? - Hamburger (rather turkey burger)
What is your favorite season? - Spring
The best places that you have ever been? - Too many to name.
What screen saver is on your computer right now? - Insanaquarium
Favorite fast food? - MacDonald's

Five Great Things About Me

2006-02-07T14:01:00.000-05:00

I figured I would do something different this time, so here it is...

I love the Lord.

I am a good friend.

I like to write.

My favorite color is pink.

I'm that Green Child! (BIG SMILE)

Contemplating

2005-12-28T19:19:00.000-05:00

Thoughts fill my mind.
Wondering when it will end.
The world is turn asunder.
When will it end.
Young men and women,
Sent to do battle.
You left young,
Hope you don't return rattled.
I just pray that God takes control,
And make this thing end.
I also pray that in the end,
Broken hearts and spirits will mend.

One Cup of Water and You Have a Friend?

2005-11-19T14:33:00.000-05:00

One cup of water and you have a friend?

One cup of water and things are in.

One cup of water and you have what you are looking for.

One cup of water is all you need not a drop more.

One cup of water and you have a friend true blue.

One cup of water, what do you do?

Just add water and stir.

Just add water and watch it whirl.

One cup of water and you have a friend.

One cup of water and things are in.

Rabbits, How I Love to Feel Their Touch

2005-10-30T14:14:00.000-05:00

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

I really can’t say enough.

Rabbits, how soft they feel.

With their warm appeal.

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

I can’t get too much.

Rabbits, in my possession, I have one.

Not a real one, a stuffed one.

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

I can’t really say enough.

Rabbits, the one I possess is gray.

Another I wish to get, and I may.

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

I can’t get too much.

Rabbits, a part of the Easter season.

Although, I don’t understand the reason.

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

Rabbits are the best animals I know.

They could be for pets.

They could be for show.

Rabbits, how I love to feel their touch.

I can’t get too much.

The GREEN Child

2005-10-07T14:02:00.000-04:00

That's that GREEN Child, My Nomenclature

That's my nomenclature, "that's that Green child".
Not Ronda, not Denise, but "that's that Green child".
I wonder if anyone really knows my right name.
It really doesn't matter,
As long as God recognizes me, when I call.
As long as God recognizes me, when I get to Heaven.
I long to hear, "Welcome home my servant. Well done."
Until then, I guess I'll keep hearing…
"That's that Green child".

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I was born Ronda Denise Green to Helen and Charles Green. I have a little brother named John Anthony Green. I attend Northside Pentecostal Church. I serve on the usher board and sing in the youth choir. (That's that Green Child...)

I am the GREEN Child, but my favorite color is pink. Can't you tell.

Tell My Heart

2005-09-27T14:13:00.000-04:00

Somebody out to tell my heart not to break
Tell my heart that it can not cry.
That it can not weep
From my eyes not tears can seep
Tell my heart not to break

In the middle of the night
When I’ve turned out the lights
And there’s plenty of time to think
My eyes begin to blink
All because I want to cry
Then I begin to wonder why
Why no tears come from my eyes
Tell me why?

The pain is killing me
The pain is killing me
The pain I can see
The pain is all I can see

Somebody gotta please tell my heart

Pretending

2005-07-07T14:10:00.000-04:00

Smiling as people walk by.
Acting as if everything is ok.
Knowing full well how things truly are.
Smiling on the outside, but inside, it's not ok.
I'm just pretending.

Pretending to be happy.
Knowing full well I'm sad.
Pretending to be at peace.
Knowing full well I'm mad.
I'm just pretending.

Pretending I really like this.
Knowing full well that it's debatable.
Pretending I want to hear this.
Knowing full well it's hatable.
I'm just pretending.

That's what most of us are doing.
We're just pretending.

A Summer of Babysitting Hell

2005-06-28T22:54:00.000-04:00

I had the whole summer to myself. It was going to be one of the best summers I had ever had. I did not know I was in for a summer of babysitting hell.
It was the first day after school had ended and my mom came in my room. She told me that I would have to baby sit my little brother for the whole summer. I quickly demanded to know the reason. She said that she and my father had to work all summer. I did not know what to say. I just sat there dumbfounded.
The first day that I had to baby sit, he invited some of his friends over to play. I figured nothing bad could happen, so I let his friends come over. Boy was I ever wrong!
First, they broke my mother’s favorite lamp. It shattered into so many pieces; you couldn’t even tell that it had once had a shape. They had been playing football in the house. After that disaster, I told them to go outside. Why did I do that? They were throwing the football and broke a garage window. I could only as myself what more could happen. I got a break from the troublemakers when they went home for lunch. Much to my dismay, they came back.

They got into a fight over who was winning the football before they left. One kid got his nose busted and my brother got a black eye. After I got everyone calmed down, I told them to come in the house and watch television. That even turned into trouble. They had a fight over the remote control. They wasted Kool-Aid over the kitchen floor. The pillows and cushions from the couches were lying all over the floor. I was at the end of my rope. I yelled for all the kids to go home in a hurry. I made my brother help me clean up.
At about 5:25, my parents came home. They asked what happened. I recanted the story of everything that had happened and stood in anticipation of my punishment. My parents told my brother that his friends could not play in the house anymore. My mom offered these words of wisdom, just think; it can’t get much worse than this. She smiled, but I was not smiling at all. It was only two days after school had ended and I was wishing for school to start.

New Toy Syndrome

2005-06-17T18:56:00.000-04:00

It’s the new toy syndrome.
You’re gonna drop me when I’m old.
New toy syndrome,
How could you be so cold?
Looking for someone new.
What am I to do?

New girl on the block.
The brothers did clock.
Made the other girls mad.
Got treated so bad.
There you were to comfort me when I cried.
It’s a shame that you’re gonna say good bye.

It’s the new toy syndrome.
You’re gonna drop me when I’m old.
New toy syndrome,
How could you be so cold?
Looking for someone new.
What am I to do?

Ignored the other girls.
Cause I was in the world.
Forgot that they were there.
As if you didn’t care.
I was the new toy.
All attention due.
I was the new toy.
Played by you.

It’s the new toy syndrome.
You’re gonna drop me when I’m old.
New toy syndrome,
How could you be so cold?
Looking for someone new.
What am I to do?

I was played like a new toy.
That I was dropped by you.
You went to someone new.
It’s a shame I was played by you.

My Summer, My Grandmother

2005-05-14T16:24:00.000-04:00

That summer the thing that affected me the most was my grandmother’s death. We had her funeral in Los Angeles, California. My father gave the eulogy. It was the greatest task he had endeavored up until this moment. He had to preach his own mother’s funeral.

My mom was a real tower of strength. When everyone else seemed to be losing their heads, she told everyone that everything would be okay. She was a great help to my father. She helped him through the whole ordeal. She knew what he was going through because she lost her mother when she was 22.

When I first learned of my grandmother’s death, I didn’t believe that it was true. After a while, I found out that it was true. At first, I tried not to believe it, but my efforts failed. I just sat on the bed and kept saying over and over, Why her? Why now? My mom came in the room and gave me a big hug. She looked at me and said, honey, we have no control over these things. Your grandmother had suffered enough on this earth and it was time for her to go to heaven. There was a look in her eyes that said everything was okay. When she left the room, I just sat for a while.

I learned a great lesson that summer. Summer time is a time of fun and good times. It took a death to teach me that out of all of the fun that I was going to have, there were some people who were not going to be having fun. I learned that I should cherish each moment that I have. Thank you Grandmama, I have a memory of that summer that I will never forget.

What Really Never Was!

2005-04-30T16:24:00.000-04:00

I looked around me and there stood Super Dude, as everyone called him. I really can’t say why he is called that, but that’s what they call him. At one time, he was very handsome with muscles protruding from every nerve in his body. It was often said that no woman could resist him, I don’t know about then, but now he wasn’t much to look at. His super suit was ragged and torn. His face was all cracked and dry. His lips looked as if he had not hand a drink of water in ages. His once bulging muscles were now flabby and dull. His had had not seen a comb or brush in a very long while. He did not look like a super hero of any kind.
I was about to walk away when he looked at me and yelled, You! How dare you show your face around here after what you did to me? I just stood there in total shock. I did not know what he was talking about and I was not going to hang around to find out. I turned around and began to run full blast. I had been running for awhile before I turned and looked back to see how close he was. Either I was a very slow runner or Super Dude had only lost his looks.
I ran. He ran. I ran. He ran. Coming up closer and closer, was a thick, massive wall. There was no outlet. There was no where to turn, no where to go. I was at a total and complete loss. As the wall began to grow bigger and closer, a bird like figure swooped down out of the sky reached down and grabbed me. My eyes were closed. I was too scared to open my eyes even to blink. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and looked around.
I was high in the air. Flying, I was flying. I looked to see who was holding me. It was Super Dude. He was again handsome with every single muscle bulging. This was not the person that I had met earlier. HE looked good, very good. I started to speak, but he told me not to. We flew for sometime. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sites.
I sat on the edge of the chair wondering if what I had just been through happened or was it just a dream? I looked in my hands and a piece of cloth was in my hands. On the cloth were the letters S and D. It didn’t really happen; I murmured as I laid my head on the back of the chair and drifted to sleep.

I Don't Understand

2005-03-04T21:24:00.000-05:00

I don’t understand my fellowman sometimes.

He can be confusing.

He can get abusive.

He can be a whole lot more.

He sometimes yells four.

I don’t understand my fellowman sometimes.

I'm On My Way

2005-02-15T21:24:00.000-05:00

I’m on my way to do a special deed.

I’m on my way, His words I wish to heed.

I’m on my way to take care of business.

That’s what I’m going to do.

I’m on my way to help my fellowman.

How about you?

Just Can't Handle It

2005-01-07T13:32:00.000-05:00

I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

The world is bugging me,
It’s getting on my nerves.
I think sometimes,
I get more torture than I deserve.

No one can solve
The problems that we face.
No one can undo
The harm created by the human race.

We all have problems
That’s just a part of life.
But do these problems
Have to cause so much strife?

What more can be said
That has not already been spoken?
Take heed I say.
Quit all the slow poking.

I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

Try to figure out the answer
Before it’s too late.
Just solve the problems
Then maybe things will turn out great.

I can’t take it anymore!
Get out of my face.
I can’t take it anymore!
I need a solitude place.

Love's Reciprocity

2004-02-16T12:09:00.001-05:00

I love you, you love me.
That's Love's Reciprocity!

I care for you, you care for me.
That's Love's Reciprocity!

I hug you, you hug me.
That's Love's Reciprocity!

I kiss you, you kiss me.
That's Love's Reciprocity!

I love you, you love me.
That's Love's Reciprocity!

The Flower of Love

2004-02-16T12:09:00.000-05:00

Once upon a time, long long ago, a girl waited for her Prince to come. Day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, she waited and waited.

She saw her friends' Princes come along one after the other. But her Prince never showed. She was about to get discouraged and give up, but a beautiful flower grew in her garden. The flower was unlike any other flower she had ever seen before. The petals were bigger, the colors more brilliant, the fragrance far stronger than any other flower she had known. This flower gave her hope. Her friends continued to find their Princes, but every time she looked at the flower, she felt secure.

There was a season when suitors came by. With a long hard look at each suitor, she turned each one away. She didn't feel that any of the suitors were her ONE! Her flower kept her heart filled with hope each day.

Then one day, tragedy struck. The mean hand of fate crushed her flower. Her flower was gone and so was her hope. She held the crushed petals of the one thing that kept her going. She cried over each petal as she let it fall from her hand. As each petal fell, each petal was kissed with a tear. Each tear-stained petal fell into the river next to her garden. The flower petals floated down the river.

The flower petals floated down the river until they reached a Prince who was bathing in the river. The flower petals surrounded him in the shape of a heart. The Prince's heart made him pick up the flower petals. As he picked up the flower petals, the tears on the petals formed a letter. The Prince got out of the river. He dried himself and put his clothes on. He looked at the flower petals. The petals formed the name of a city. The Prince felt compelled to journey to that city. The next day, the Prince began his journey.

The girl had given up hope. She decided to just begin walking. She was gonna walk until she disappeared from the face of the earth. She began her journey.

The Prince journeyed to the city he had seen in the flower petals. The girl journeyed on a path that world surely be her end.

The girl had begun to grow weak and lose her strength after two and half days. Her body wanted to stop and rest. She refused to let herself rest. A few steps later, she collapsed.
The Prince was traveling to the city he had seen in the flower petals. He saw a body lying in the brush. He wanted to stop. His guardsman told him not to stop. The Prince didn't listen. He stopped and went over to the body. It was a beautiful girl. She looked as if she was sleeping, but the Prince checked her pulse to see if she was still alive. The Prince felt a faint pulse. He called for his guardsman to come help him carry the beautiful girl to his carriage.

The Prince and his guardsman carried the girl to the carriage. The Prince felt that his journey was over. He told his driver to head for the nearest city to get to a doctor. The driver did as he was commanded.

The girl woke up to see a drab white ceiling and to smell a faint medicinal smell. She knew that she couldn't be in Heaven, for Heaven would surely be more beautiful than this. A few minutes later, a nurse came by and asked her how she was doing.

The girl responded fine and asked the nurse where she was. The nurse told her that she was in the hospital. The girl asked the nurse who had brought her to the hospital. The nurse told her that a Prince has brought her. The girl smiled with amazement as she wondered if it could be so; could her Prince have rescued her from the deadly fate that awaited her.

Stay Tuned...

Expectations

2004-01-19T18:09:00.000-05:00

I am always expected to open my mouth, when no one else has to.
I am always expected to be good,
When no one has to.

Sometimes the expectations are so high,
I want to go somewhere to hide & cry.
These expectations are getting me down.
Because I am the only one who wears a frown.

I have to be a listening ear,
When what I say, no one cares to hear.
I have to give a shoulder to cries,
When I only hear dry your eyes.

I have to know everyone's need,
When my cries no one heeds.
I have to be strong,
Even when others are doing me wrong.

I'm so glad I can meet God's expectations.
He knows exactly what I can to.
I'm so glad I can meet God's expectations.
As long as God is pleased, I don't have to please you.

Snows Adrift

2003-12-13T18:09:00.001-05:00

Snows adrift in my heart,
Thoughts of times long gone.
Family times brings thoughts wonderful,
Laughs, love, and more goes round and round.
Snowflakes falling, each one with a story to tell.
Snow angels on the streets all over town.
Long coats, furry hats, and dark gloves,
Light up the days, telling the weather report.
This is Winter's Wonderland...
Snuggling by the fire,
Marshmallows roasting away.
Warm hot cocoa, with a cinnamon splash.
Snows adrift in my heart,
Thoughts new take thoughts old place!

Illusions of Grandeur

2003-12-13T18:09:00.000-05:00

There I go again,
Thinking too big.
Illusions of grandeur,
Messing up my wig.
Deeper and deeper,
Into the hole I dig.

A Christmas dinner,
To beat the one before.
Everyone smiling,
And me they adore.
Food so good,
They'll beg for more.

Food sure smells good,
For a minute or two.
There's a smoke smell,
What am I to do?
The turkeys burned,
And the rolls, too.

Illusions of grandeur,
Got me down.
Everyone is hungry,
All they do is frown.
No one wants to eat a turkey,
This golden brown.

Is Christmas Still Real?

2003-12-13T13:10:00.000-05:00

Once again, it is that time of year
When we get together to share some cheer.
There is but on question, I’d like to ask,
For the truth, I wish to unmask.
Is Christmas Still Real?

There are toys being bought,
Special items being sought,
But has someone has took out the time to think
Of the true Christmas reason.
Have you thought of the reason
For this special season?
There is but on question, I’d like to ask,
For the truth, I wish to unmask.
Is Christmas Still Real?

The trees have been hung,
Christmas carols are being sung,
But do we really know why we do these things?
Is it for a special joy?
Is it for a special toy?
Are we being given a reward?
Are we receiving any Christmas cards?
There is but on question, I’d like to ask,
For the truth, I wish to unmask.
Is Christmas Still Real?

God Please Guide Me Safely Through

2003-11-15T18:09:00.000-05:00

Tortured heart in the midst of warmth.
Scary thoughts run rampede,
Filling me with fear,
No one human knows what life holds.
That's the scariest thing of all.

Then, it's up to God.
To tell us lowly humans what to do.
But what if we don't listen?
What if we hear Him wrong?

There are so many questions,
Does God hear me, down here trapped?
Does God see me, down here concerned?
Does God know me, down here worried?
Does God feel me, down here cold?

God hears, sees, knows, and feels all
With that in mind, why do I still worry?
Why do I still fret?
Why do I still wonder?
Why do I still misunderstand?

“Precious Lord, take my hand.”
Those words ring true.
“I am weak, I am worn,”
Go please guide me safely through.

An Inch

2003-10-13T18:09:00.000-04:00

If you give someone an inch,
Then they take a mile.

If you smile at someone,
Then perhaps they smile.

If you give someone a hug,
Then perhaps they feel.

If you invite someone to lunch,
Then perhaps a meal.

I Wonder

2003-08-14T22:52:00.000-04:00

I wonder if things will get better.
The world is gone awry.
The cable is out,
I think I'm gonna cry.
I'm hungry,
But I don't want to cook.
It's cloudy,
And outside isn't worth a look.
I wonder if I am selfish.
My thoughts are of me.
The cable is out,
So, I can't watch TV.
Videos are boring,
I want to see my shows.
I wonder if,
This winter will bring snow.