Lella M Fulton

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  • Charlie

    Charlie

    A man strong and intelligent.
    A political genius of his time.
    A crusader for the Lord.
    A heart compassionate and kind.

    An evangelist of his generation.
    A man unafraid to speak the truth.
    A husband and father enjoying his family.
    Children his legacy will now live through.

    They lie and smear his name.
    They hated him because he was brave.
    They radicalized the weak against him.
    They dance in joy upon his grave.

    Evil walks the streets among us.
    It shows up in propagandist lies.
    Possessing those that belong in institutions.
    Preying on their fragile minds.

    They killed the Lord in jealousy.
    They came for Charlie too.
    The Lord rose from the grave.
    Someday Charlie will do that too.

    Charlie’s death won’t be for nothing.
    He’s with Jesus Christ today.
    The tomb still lays there empty.
    The stone is still rolled away.

    The King is still coming.
    On horseback he will ride.
    With heaven’s armies behind him.
    And with Charlie by his side.

    by Lella M Fulton

    ©2025LellaMFulton

    I wrote “Charlie” as a way to deal with my grief after Charlie Kirk was assassinated on a college campus in Utah for expressing his beliefs and making use of his constitutional rights. That a good man, husband, father, and brother in Christ could be murdered in front of his family for using his voice is devastating for me as a mother and grandmother. It was a horrific crime and now a family has been torn apart because of political violence. All people are entitled to their beliefs, but you are not entitled to kill someone for theirs.

  • No Progress

    No Progress

    Sitting in my desk chair, I think about my work.
    Bills of material on my mind, while I talk numbers with the clerks.

    I think about the future, industry standards in my brain.
    Working through the plans, bringing improvements is the game.

    Getting folks on board, is the hardest of them all.
    Someone always has a reason, to not make the forward call.

    Progress at a standstill, no one likes a different range.
    The battle is in the buy-in, no one ever wants to change.

    Let’s keep redundant work, don’t simplify employee jobs.
    We would rather keep on wasting time, and let the headaches throb.

    Part numbers should be intuitive, bills should be easy to explain.
    You shouldn’t need a PHD, for operations to be maintained.

    We can’t invest the money, to set us up to scale.
    Let’s buckle down and hang on tight, til the economy prevails.

    How long will that take, when will we take a forward path?
    If we are not moving forward, then we will keep on moving back.

    Sometimes you need a leader, that can scale the mountain side.
    One that can pull the team behind them, looking forward and turn the tide.

    -Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I poured my heart into this poem, reflecting a daily grind navigating workplace challenges. It captures my personal frustration with resistance to change, drive for operational efficiency, and a vision for bold leadership to push progress forward. I hope this piece resonates with professionals in business management, industry operations, and team leadership who feel the weight of stagnation and yearn for innovation. There is truly an emotional and intellectual battle to change and simplify processes in the modern workplace.

  • It’s Okay to Want More

    It’s Okay to Want More

    They say I have everything I could ask for.
    That there’s no cause for me to complain.
    Am I depressed or am I just lazy?
    I wonder sometimes if I’m sane.

    I am tired most all of the time.
    Motivation has fled from my sight.
    Why can’t I feel things more shallowly?
    Sometimes everything feels like a fight.

    A parent’s heart can feel heavy.
    Fatigue and exhaustion at times wear me down.
    Taking care of myself is too burdensome.
    The load drags my soul to the ground.

    Using hair products is not my jam.
    My wrinkles need lotions and salve.
    I work all week and take care of my family.
    Wearing makeup is effort I don’t have.

    I solve a backlog of problems.
    Soothe everyone that despises change.
    Making things better for people.
    Listen to objections come down like the rain.

    People tell ladies to smile so widely.
    They say to be happy while they wear a smirk.
    They judge mothers and call us ungrateful.
    When we go out and we f’ing work.

    Next time you sit on your high horse.
    Running your mouth and prove you’re a bore.
    Take your mediocrity and go shove it.
    This is my life it’s okay to want more.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I wrote this about my own raw emotions of exhaustion, self-doubt, and resilience. I wrote it because I was so tired of men and old women telling me to smile.

    Seriously, shut up and leave me alone. This poem captures the struggles of balancing motherhood, work, and personal identity while confronting societal expectations.

    I wrote it with raw and heartfelt honesty about my mental health.

  • I Love Thee

    I Love Thee

    I love thee in many ways, how shall I count them now?
    I love the way you smile at me, with joy upon your brow.

    I love that you are generous, even when I’m being a hag.
    I love that you still grope me, even though my breasts have begun to sag.

    I love that you treat me kindly, even when I’m feeling blue.
    I love that you overlook the way, my waist has gotten huge.

    I love that you are dependable, and you believe in the greater good.
    I love that you stand for what is right, when no one else would have stood.

    I love that you rarely cry, and that you hardly sit and brood.
    I love that your sense of humor, is often pretty rude.

    I love the sarcasm in your soul, it finds kinship with me.
    I love you love adventure, and new things we get to see.

    I love that you like my mind, and find passion in my thoughts.
    I love that you calm me down, when my stomach is tied in knots.

    I love the way you kiss my lips, and show me that you care.
    I love when you touch me, it’s like an answered prayer.

    I love thee in so many ways, I couldn’t name them all.
    I love thee so very much, in my heart you’re ten feet tall.

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I wrote this as a touching ode to unconditional love and devotion. I love my husband so much. I am celebrating the beauty my spouse sees in me, even after all the years together. I still love his quirks, resilience, and his unwavering support. I admire my spouse deeply and I don’t know how to express that to him.

  • A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    A Tribute to Penelope Bridgerton

    Alone in my chambers, quill in my hand,
    Ink pot on the table, quietly I stand,

    Pondering my future, whatever will be,
    Will I become a wife? Will I sit embroidering by the sea?

    London is my town, England is my home,
    But my deepest fear now, is being forever alone,

    Will I have a companion, a partner in life?
    Experience passion…between my milky-white thighs?

    To receive a man’s seed…for my belly to swell,
    Could I give him a child? Have a love story to tell?

    Am I condemned to a life, as a companion to mother?
    While I’m criticized mercilessly, forever to suffer?

    A home of my own, a place my patience won’t be worn,
    To run my own household, the task for which I was born,

    Wallflower I’m called, and no value I’m given,
    My dance card is empty, to my lips no one listens,

    Words trip my tongue, eloquent at parties…I’m not,
    My writing is witty and sharp…but being left behind is my lot,

    I watch from the sidelines, observe from the shadows,
    Instead of enjoying a ball, it’s like I’m watching the gallows,

    Those needing money and status, deal their daughters for power,
    The rakes prey on the innocent, looking for weak girls to deflower,

    I long for excitement, something just mine,
    Only for me, and everlasting of time,

    My words are my shield, my weapon of choice,
    The truth I will wield…to speak for those without a voice,

    I have built myself a legacy, and I will have my due,
    No one will fell me, just because they were offended by truth,

    After years of waiting for him…my love was suddenly devoted,
    Our passions blazed hot, and our desire exploded,

    Once he found out…he wanted to let my legacy expire…
    But I could not agree…as my work was worth society’s ire.

    I poured my heart and my soul, into those words taking shape,
    When no dance partners came, writing them was my escape,

    It took him some time, to see the value in my work,
    That bold truths had some value, even when they hurt,

    He finally came ’round, this deep love of mine,
    Realizing my heart and my mind, were simply entwined,

    I thought I would never…marry for love or with him…
    Fate brought legacy and love together for me…what a win,

    So I wish you this day, that you always be a believer,
    Don’t give up on your dreams, My Dear Gentle Reader…

    ~Lella M Fulton

    ©2024 Copyright

    I am a huge fan of Netflix’s Bridgerton. Penelope Featherington is my favorite character. This is a heartfelt poem about love, loneliness, and legacy in 19th-century London… capturing a woman’s journey from fear of solitude to finding passion and purpose through journalism and her greatest childhood love story coming true. Penelope stayed true to herself and convinced her husband to see that her writing is part of what made her who she is.