Best Chula Poems
Bola de nieve
Triste boriken
Esperanza de tu
Regreso
De mar y cielo
Mi gente con Dios
Las palmas te
Llaman
Mi musica te canta
A tus playas tan divinas
Los altos del campo
Tamarindo chula
Caminos solo para ti
Nuestro amor
Tomando cafecito *****
Y sonando bajo sombra
De un pino
Bola de nieve
Recuerdos al pasado
En mi cielo de amor
Mi Dulce color
Una epoca en Los
Ayeres de hoy
Volveremos Otra vez
A mi Rincon
Mi India Borincana
Los bohios
De mi gente
Mi familia
Mi Puerto Rico
Tierra Mia..
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A.camacho jr.
1996-2015
Categories:
chula, beautiful, dedication, longing, spanish,
Form:
Verse
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside
I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint
Hiking was a meaningful part of my life that I’m afraid has died
Trails and long-distance walks innately like a vortex I was drawn
I strolled along some of the most Linda, Chula, and Buena Vistas
Twisty Canyons I trekked, climbing on days of daunting dusty sands
Hair-raising steep slopes so high I crawled ascending on my hands
Forestry paths I reflect on, missing the woodsy mist and earthy smells
Bone trail pumas and cayotes to be wary of, there was no buffer
I have trodden the main trail as I lead myself into a tranquil meditation
Began my journey by giving thanks and with an informal salutation
I meditated mostly on the Indigenous journey of many sorrows
I imagined what hell it was for the man, woman and their child
Mile after mile day after day, by night besieged, saw no tomorrows
Endlessly they marched far away from their own land evergreen sublime,
Known as “The Trail Of Tears” that lead to a promised land of all time
As their bodies fell embracing the earth after hardships suffered
One by one with their dying breath, their spirits finally were set free
How I long to re-visit the colorful mountains I loved and knew so well
They kept me of sound mind and body and soul, I long for their song What had made me strong now feels so far away I wonder is it gone?
Categories:
chula, betrayal, feelings, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Time spent in Indian village, is - wisdom won plenty,
Wealth in the urn of common sense, here, never go empty...
Day here, though with chirps of birds, never dawns with no prayer,
Whether from Temple, mosque, church, Gurudwar - none does bother...
Sweeping, cleansing the courtyard; doing the daily pooja,
Day goes almost dead devoid of milk-tea from mud-chula...
Rites of milking, sheds-cleansing, washing cows, buffaloes,
Dung-cake making by womenfolk go with social chat-shows...
Small boys, trousers-stripped, respond to nature-call in open,
Small girls, fetching water, peep, eyes wide, mockingly make fun...
Men, elder, in small gangs, enjoy conventional hookah,
Talks on humans and beasts become part of the agenda...
Smiles, laughs, scolds and cries are like sun-rise and sets, in joint homes,
None has anything to hide; frankness is in flesh and bones...
Gandhi our Mahatma, told our villagers, to be true,
This we keep up; though for this, we, happen to stand in Que...
Amid friendly embraces and wrestles, women, young and old,
Pick lice from hairs of each other, with fondness hundred-fold...
These are but train-berths; heart of India is broad and deep;
Folks, here, are uncomplicated; they've no vengeance to keep...
They might not have plenty, yet, they do not forget the poor,
Portion to ants, birds, cats and dogs, out of their meals, is sure...
Guests, rich or poor, known or unknown, gets godly treatment here,
None ever to them ask - whence they come, why, how or go where?
Honesty and hard-work, for them, are like wheels of their carts,
Compassion, courage and temperance are highest of arts...
Living just a day here, is like retreat of weeks elsewhere,
Great haven, like an Indian village, I've found nowhere...!
18 December 2021
Categories:
chula, feelings, humanity, life, peace,
Form:
Couplet
Our love once smelled new
Blossomed with life, grew in time
Like flowers at noon
I miss you Chula,
You left me without a word
Hurricanes come fast
I once overheard
“If you bow at all, bow low.”
Our leaf flew from branch
Death would be softer
Without you I am not whole
Snow covers my heart
Categories:
chula, introspection, loss, love
Form:
Haiku
With hurry-home drops running down her cheeks,
She wrapped her small, soft arms around my neck.
“Daddy, don’t go!” she begged me.
“Daddy, please don’t go!” she cried.
All I could do was hold her,
And try to keep my fear and pain inside.
I smiled, and kissed her soft, sweet cheeks,
“Now, don’t you cry, my little darling.
Daddy will be back real soon.
Every time you miss me, Sweetheart,
You just tell it to the Moon.
“Tell it to the Moon, baby girl,
And She’ll be sure to let me know.
I’ll send you back a loving message
In the light of Her golden glow.
“Tell it to the Moon, my darling,
And we’ll never really be apart,
Cause as we gaze at the full Moon together,
You’ll feel the love that’s in my heart.”
Tonight, as I sit alone on the side of this distant hill,
My cold weapon weighing heavy against my chest,
Thousands of miles away from those I love and miss,
I eagerly wait for the full moon again to rise
So I can send a message back, across the velvet skies.
“Send my love to my precious little girl.
She’s so lonely and deeply afraid.
Send my love to my beautiful and caring wife,
And remind her of the lasting love we’ve made.”
It won’t be long now, they tell me,
Until my tour over here is through.
I’ll hurry home to their waiting arms,
Just like I’ve always promised to.
Until that day, all I can do is pray,
And send my love on moonbeams bright.
When the Moon smiles down on their sleeping heads
I’ll thank God that He has held us safely
In His strong arms so tight.
With happy-home drops running down my cheeks,
I’ll quickly run into their waiting embraces.
With grateful tears and happy smiles,
There'll be no more sadness upon our faces,
I’ll raise my eyes to the softly glowing Moon,
Vowing never to leave them alone again.
I'll thank Her from the bottom of my heart
For being my constant and faithful friend.
Copywrite © Chula Fleming May 17, 2018
Categories:
chula, absence, father daughter, fathers
Form:
Free verse
What would you do,
What heights would you sail,
If you really knew
You could not fail?
Would you talk to yourself
In a brand new, positive way?
Would you only listen to the
Encouraging things people say?
Would you take bigger chances
And blaze new trail?
Would you reach for the stars,
If you could not fail?
Would you create a new life
Filled with happiness, joy and light?
Would you open your mind and heart
To a greater vision and broader insight?
The Universe is on your side and
Only wants you to succeed.
So, affirm success with every thought,
Kind words, growing hope and generous deed.
You can achieve each goal and dream,
Your heart can possibly hold.
So, be brave and true, stay focused.
Remain confident and bold.
The Creator of the Universe will support you
With abundant, flowing multiple streams.
You cannot fail if you don’t waiver,
And fight for your biggest dreams.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger Fleming © May 22, 1975
Categories:
chula, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A young female child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016
Categories:
chula, child abuse, childhood, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
Poetry is a dance of words and feelings,
Bouncing off my inner ear;
Laughter, tears and joyous giggling
That only the writer's heart can hear,
A tension playing against life's strings,
Vibrating wildly to my soul's quickening pace;
Rushing, gushing, struggling to be
The first upon the mighty page.
Chula Fleming © 3/16/2015
Categories:
chula, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Angels of Light, tenderly touch her brow.
Remove the pain that binds her now.
Gentle, peaceful passing into the rainbows beyond,
Where light and love meet joy and peace,
Rising with every brilliant celestial dawn.
Release her spirit to the universe,
Set her Soul now free to fly.
Unshackle every earthbound debt,
And vanquish all the tears she's cried.
Angels of Light, spread your wings
Of Grace and Love, unfurled smiles.
Keep me close to her heart as now
She crosses Heaven's incalculable miles.
Release her body etheric, and
Take her Home at last.
Gently lay her in the arms of the
Loved ones who have already passed.
Angels of Light, with Mercy and Grace
Remove the pain from her beautiful face.
Open her eyes to the new horizon
Gently sweeping upon celestial shores.
I know she'll be waiting for me
When I fly through those heavenly doors.
Copyright © Chula Fleming Aug 9,2013
Categories:
chula, angel, blessing, death, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
The Great Wheel
I'm hot. I'm cold; afraid, now bold.
I'm good. I'm bad; silly, now sad.
I'm wrong. I'm right, filled with clarity.
Now, no clue or true insight.
How do I shake and awaken?
Break the great seal of the wheel?
Will I ever know calmness,
Peaceful joy, and be still?
The great Law of Polarity rules my life.
It keeps me entangled in karma, unaware of my plight.
In moments of quietness the Truth seeks me out,
Whispers the answers that banish all doubts.
There is an awareness higher than this
Where I am One with my Source,
Drifting in moments of stillness,
Confident, resting in peaceful bliss.
Captain of my soul, the truth is mine to weld.
I am anchored in ancient knowledge,
Breathing deeply in life giving Prana,
Finally free from the oppressive wheel.
I control the frequency, the ebb and the flow
By focused thought and clarity, directing the show.
Creation is my destiny and joy its end,
No longer strapped to the unyielding spokes within.
It is only what we look for that we really see
And we can only truly see it if we believe.
Opposites appear, retreat and fade.
They are not even real, just a harmless charade.
But the truth stands fast. There's nothing to fear; it's merely contrast.
Only consciousness remains and eternal Love that lasts.
It's the highest emotion. It's at the top of the list.
It has no opposite, no karma, only peace and bliss.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 2/9/1989
Categories:
chula, inspiration, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
when u dont got nothing u do everything to make something just to have u around even tho
its nothing u made it something thats never forgotten marcy is what i see when i see u cry
wondering why adorable beautiful in i wanna be here for u in never should leave u i alwayz
wana be wit u. Miracle is a good gift in i thank god for having u waiting to see what he
could do for u .interesting in would good that i could see in u hopeing that u could see
it through how are love can make it through alwayz with me in you .caring is something i
appreciate in you never forgetting how i was being with you. Hatred is the thoughts i had
when i was sad not knowing what i had. Undecided moment the seckret lies she have not
spoken having me feel bad in broken now my girl is lost in stolen how could u let them now
where both alone in seperate now my heart feeled with hatred love is what we have not
feeling sad i hopeless.me having u is worth it wondering how sweet ur heart
is how my babies is with her beautiful soft lips *******
I feel in sight of me thats why i wonder why babii hides from me so i prey in tell god
whats insight of me wishing that my gurl dont run from me now im all alone torn deep
heavenly im . Flooded to sleep how i cry so deep as i go to heaven to weep then god tells
me is it her u wana keep in then i speak in then i tell god is it because i want her all
for me
Categories:
chula, love, passion, god, beautiful,
Form:
Romanticism
Release the world from your faulty perceptions,
And all the threatening things you believe it to be.
We see the world through our own tinted lenses.
Only the things we look for, are the things that we see.
When we question the origin of misguided beliefs,
They cannot hold up to scrutiny’s piercing gaze.
When exposed, they cauterize our gaping wounds by
Forgiving the sins, releasing the pain in a glorifying blaze.
The devil is in the details.
It's a house of cards built on shifting sand.
Release one false belief and let
The rest collapse in your trembling hand.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 8/10/24
Categories:
chula, freedom, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Thought crystallizes. Its edges become sharp and hard.
Soon we begin to believe the illusion of its boundaries.
We forget it is a wave of energy, in flux, pulsating,
Reaching out to every glowing atom, moving faster than
The speed of light to create a new version of Reality.
Reality is in transition from moment to moment, never solid
But spinning like an old airplane prop, its edges disappear.
It becomes invisible and all our slow tracking eyes can see
Is the outline of its trail, fluctuating and vibrating in echoes of our fears.
We move from moment to moment tracking the deep grooved
Impressions of the same thought over and over, like waves pounding
Against the solid rock foundation of our fantasies and warped realities.
Oblivious to the magic and power of intention that shatters illusion in an instant,
We are trapped in the reality of our own making believing there is no way out.
We are all in transition from one reality to another,
Not one living the same life exactly or experiencing the same universe.
It is a hologram of confusion infused with snatches of Truth just out of reach.
The Matrix is the scaffolding upon which it weaves and grows.
The magic of transition is that we can,
at any given moment,
Through free will make a new decision,
starving the groove of its power
to contain our vast possibilities,
multiple streams of abundance and conjoined strings of realities.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger Fleming © 9.8.24
Categories:
chula, change,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Some people paint with their words,
Creating images with contrast and flow
That lift the hearts of others,
Inspiring both their spirit and soul.
Some paint with their life’s work,
Their canvases deeply composed
With connections to millions of people
Reflecting music, artistry and prose.
Some paint with anger, frustration and pain.
Angst colors every word, movement and action
With splashes of fiery reds, silvery grays, and blackness,
Reflecting unresolved and uncontrollable abrasions.
Some paint with their unwavering devotion to God.
Their vision holds the glory of heaven’s reality on earth,
Dispensing enrichment, peace, grace and love
To the starving masses aching for redemption and worth.
Some take from every genre: a drop here, a splash of color there,
Adding whatever comes to the surface until the canvas
Of their lives erupts in a rich tapestry flowing into connecting spirals,
Rising higher to fill in the stark and dark spaces like mighty Atlas.
They leave behind the depth of their emotions,
The heights of their spiritual devotions,
The breadth of their swelling consciousness,
The rhythmic dance of their hope in joyous explosions,
Sprinkling inspiration, awe or heartbreak among the rest of us
Circling within their obit and dwelling in the spirit of their being,
Dripping from their fingertips onto the canvas of our lives,
Each magnificent Soul embeds their unique mark before leaving.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger-Fleming © Sept 23, 2024
Categories:
chula, feelings, inspiration, people, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Bochincheras
"ayo, peep shorty on the corner—pants saggin like gravity owe him money."
"¡ay dios! look at them boxers—bright like they from the 99 cent store.
he walkin like he own the block, but can’t even buy a metrocard."
"let me be pacific—he cappin heavy.
actin like he important when he just buggin.
all flex, no check."
"y esa muchachita? the one wit’ the neon braids?"
"thirsty as hell, mami. out here twerkin like rent due tomorrow."
"draggin it! odee draggin it!
talkin loud, laugh even louder, got them lashes battin like wings."
"she got on bamboo earrings and them slides with socks?
whole outfit look like she lost a bet—but she think she killin it."
"a mess, chula. but she feelin herself.
you know how they do—young and unbothered, like life ain’t got bills."
we sit on the stoop like two chapters from a novel—
one in spanish, one in black girl blues,
but both written in block ink and burnt summers.
"you remember when we was them?"
"mm-hmm. we ain’t have no chill neither."
"but we ain’t wearin pajama pants outside."
"¡claro que no! mi abuela woulda thrown la chancleta from three floors up."
we laugh so hard the pigeons side-eye us.
sip our café like holy water.
"still, i pray for them."
"always. one day they gon’ glow up or grow up."
"same difference."
the sun hits our skin like we earned it,
and we keep watch like always—
narratin, judgin, rememberin.
but never hatin.
just talkin.
just lovin.
just loud.
Categories:
chula, character, community, culture, funny,
Form:
Free verse