Dad, I’m so sorry
I didn’t let you go to my graduation.
I will forever regret that situation.
To my dismay..
I never apologized for that day.
Never made amends..
Wasn’t a good daughter or friend.
I’m sorry Dad.
I’m sorry for every time
I made you sad
Because you were
the best.
Better than all the rest.
As I look back, I know when
we drifted
Though faulted with being
believed
Trust this, I emptied my soul
Holding will destroy your soul
Forgiving myself first, open
door to be free
Forgiving mom, allow healing
can't you see
You missed real love Mom
shared
Forgive is to heal , so life
enjoyed
What Happened
When will your excuses stop
Mom waited, you lost
I believe you like this life of
dark anger
I miss mom, we enjoyed life
What happened decades is unspeakable
Survivor I am, not unspeakable
Your emotions embarrass
mom
Sadly you couldn't enjoy mom
~Life’s Success Formula~
Discipline beats motivation.
Don’t stop being a sensatiom!
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Dedicated to my loving grandson,Edward!
Going to live in the mellow, Southern,USA.
To start a successful, university education!
Forever in my heart, Grandma Pangie!
Myself and another poet, attended your entire,
auspicious, graduation ceremony!!
Observing the ceremony LIVE onYouTube.
In different countries! Bless him, Lord!
To keep learnin¨g and teaching;
To keep elevating and reaching;
Is to never stop, to avoid ceasin¨g,
Allowing Christ in us to be increasing.
What we have seen and heard,
Let us show and tell
And fly like a bird,
Ever thriving to finish well.
God will always be God.
Give Him glory; never avoid.
God will never be coached or led
He is Our Father, Our Head.
I dropped out of high school in August of 1986.
In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix.
I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out.
When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt.
I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool.
I studied for twenty-six months until I graduated from high school.
Some people mistook my diploma for a GED but it's not.
I didn't take the easy way out like those people thought.
I became a high school graduate thirty years ago today.
Don't drop out of school like I did because it's not okay.
(I graduated from high school thirty years ago today on June 21, 1995)
Throwing our caps
looking back at the last four years
mix of bittersweet moments
fear creeping in
nervous about what the future
feels weird to close this chapter
Crooked House
Be content.
Don’t take life for granted.
Crooked house.
Be you all around.
Sometimes pulling weeds.
Complaining, don’t feed.
Through harvest.
It's a test.
Be concontent.
Each day is a gift.
Sometimes down in the valley.
Count your blessings.
Short on change.
That's O.K.
Grateful anyway.
Down to earth.
Don’t ask for much.
A crooked house.
who am i?
where am i?
life doesn’t feel real
it feels like im spinning in a.. hamster wheel (repetition)
going thru days with no emotion
in my mind, oh there’s so much commotion
where am i supposed to be?
oh i just wanna be free
it feels like im driving on a endless road
not knowing where to go.
should i fly to Dubai?
Or should i just get by? (vacation)
they say those were the best years of our lives
i was so oblivious to that smack
try to enjoy it now
Cus once its all over, theres no going back. (highschool)
Mad macha
Take your seat belt tight open the
Seal of your engine oil now starting the rapid rain of tension,
U know friends I kept loosening my memory for the last four days I am shooting 6 in another house ?
What where?
Ration store.
So please friend I am tired without A monkey money to manage a drink for myself tomorrow my side snacks from my side.
Okay.........
Tell me yean girlfriend biet hodalu.crying
Nindu haana eela naligey
Manieyay bedida kiri kiri
Ohh so be single
Yaha will come with your ration store
Na na it's a station store ohhhh
One more peg please
Uih yy...sir you are not taking pegs
I will My friends if you promise me
What?
If tomorrow will come......
Good bye
Mad macha Karnataka
With love all
dr.jagdish bajantri
I stand as a teacher, distinct and apart
A beacon of passion, with a zealous heart
My craft, a calling, that fuels my every fire
I will not be deceived, my rewards, I must acquire
In this life, I demand respect, a right I hold dear
My authority, unshakeable, my will, crystal clear
I am the trainer of trainers, the mentor of the land
My expertise, unparalleled, my knowledge, at your command
I am a teacher by choice, not circumstance or fate
My profession, a noble pursuit, that I create and relate
I upgrade daily, in my craft and art
A master of my domain, a leader, in every part
You dare not look down on me, with disdain or scorn
For I have taught your parents, and those who came before
If you would rise above me, you must first show respect
For the teacher, who has paved the way, and corrected
Unshaped by parental care,
He rose, a phoenix, beyond compare.
Life's struggles molded him with might,
Resolute, he faced each endless night.
Education's flame burned bright and true,
His passion, a beacon, shining through.
Menial jobs couldn't dim his stride,
Determination drove him, side by side.
Sugar Boy, a graduate, proud, with degree in hand,
His struggles faded, like shifting sand.
Employment beckoned, a new dawn broke,
His future bright, no longer bespoke.
Love arrived, "My Dear" from Adeboye's line,
A skilled gem, naturally divine.
Together they stood, a unified force,
"The Sugar" boy, with a loving course.
With harmony, their bond took flight,
Blessed with children, shining light.
"My Dear" explored the world's vast stage,
The UK, and beyond, their footsteps engage.
Now the world lies at their feet,
A testament to love's sweet treat.
Their journey, a tale of trials and might,
A shining story, in morning light.
baby belly
Your home
My bump
Smooth and striped
Round yet plump
Hard to bend
I can hardly pick up
Kicks to side stitches
Sleepy hiccups
Wonderful wriggling
Tucked away small
Safe and you're settled
Curled in a ball
When we first meet, ill whisper as
Follows;
Welcome to the world
sweet angel
every second near
I will protect you from sorrow
Held on and kept close
today
and
tomorrow
the day after that...
The day after that
I will never stop telling you, my daughter
I love you
Insure that you know
as time flashes by
the taller you grow
you will always have me
as my life wouldn't be
Complete without MUM as my title
clouds dispelling life
sun kissed drops of green and blue
speckling the ground
Visiting my father
I met my brother in the town where he was
on his way to see our father and wanted
me to tag along
He, our dad, lived in an old house and
surprised to see his youngest son also
He brought beer from the kitchen and
my brother and he spoke about labor
politics
I was at the time a communist and had
contempt for those not sharing my faith
After all, I had spent several days at
a hospital in Odessa, where doctors wore
tall white hats, a chef would envy
My father avoided looking my way
I sat reading a newspaper, looking him over
He was of middle height and still had dark
hair, slim, I wondered if he was a kven
The first time I saw him in 1948, he was
drunk gave me a bar of chocolate with
photo of a female film star inside the wrapper
He was much older now, rolled hand-made
cigarettes and had a cough
That was the last time I met my father
when he died at seventy-five, I was as
usual absent
Graduate to a higher framework of thinking.
Move into the Upper Class of the Divine.
Life is not narrow, restrictive or limiting,
It's all in your state of Mind.
Guard carefully your thoughts and emotions.
Sift them for the brightest nuggets of gold.
Glean the best and most perfect image
Of your Highest good that you can hold.
Then, let it shine in each moment and hour.
Fight yourself to save your own Soul.
You hold the key to your future and destiny.
Open your eyes to watch eternity unfold.
You are more powerful than you know;
more capable than you can believe.
Life unfolds moment by moment; breath by breath.
Graduate to a higher Understanding;
Finally, set your Mind and Spirit free.
Chula Fleming Copyright Sept 5, 1997
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