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They say prison is a bad place to be
From what I see
Must be easier than life here outside
The pain we hide
Life out here
Lot of fear
They get locked up cause they can't handle real life
Need the controlled strife
Things we face trying to survive
As they do in their prison hive
But they have gaurds to watch their back
If someone does attack
A dinning hall to eat a bed to sleep
Hearts out here weep
As in there
Same as here
Life is fear
They get everything they need
We bleed
The criminals have it made
We don't make the grade
We have to fight to get by
Sometimes we cry
Wish to fly
Life out here
Living in fear
Worse than prison inside
Where our souls we hide
Must confide
Most horrible place I find
Within the shattered mind
Trying to survive in this twisted world I live
My soul and the pain love does give
Guess we are in prison as well
Far as I can tell
Nothing is free
Fight to be
A part of this world we see
From playing in a sunlit glade
We began school to make the grade.
Each year was called a Standard there.
Gone were the days free of care!
Each year was another Standard earned
But did we even remember what we learned?
Some passed easily, others not.
After the 12th year, to move on we were hot!
A Standard is also a banner: of victory or defeat,
To hold on high; to be on your feet.
It also could portray a family or a country's colors
For all to see,
To make that grade, or Standard, successful one should be
That one is an example of going on and on.
It takes a person of courage, daughter or son.
Jesus is our Standard High.
Even without seeing Him, so don't sigh,
For He's very real, divine, human but invincible,
So creative, so credible!
Faith He's given to each; trust Him to show.
Mainly, through your mind will flow;
Your heart heal.
At-home you'll feel.
It becomes easy to forgive and to smile,
To go the "Extra" Kilometer or mile,
Beauty and Perfection know,
Heavenly Standards, Harmony and glow!
I am so popular in the grocery store
Ninety-nine cents
One ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Three ninety-nine
Four ninety-nine
Overused and underpaid if you ask me
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride
I do not quite make the grade
Can you imagine anyone saying
“How great the old lady lived to be ninety-nine?
They never say that!
They say “too bad she didn’t get to a hundred.”
A hundred sounds perfect.
Ninety-nine is a disappointment
I feel like a failure
Through no fault of my own
Not quite living up to my potential.
Who wants to invite ninety-nine to dance?
No one. They are all running to ask one hundred.
the choices we make in life
can be good ones or bad
but there is one choice i made
that i will be forever glad
the day i gave my life to the Lord
and stopped doing things on my own accord
i gained so much confidence
that will never fade
regardless of everyone making me feel
like i'd never make the grade
people used to say i can not write
they said i could not sing
but that important choice i made
changed everything
i am a published poet
and have wrote new songs to sing
giving my life to Jesus taught me
through him i can do anything
the choice to follow him
is the day i will never forget
the best choice in life that i will never regret.
I'm told that I'm supposed to write a sonnet,
It isn't something I could ever do;
I know I'd rather shop to buy a bonnet;
A size six foot won't fit a size five shoe.
I look and see how little I have done;
I've struggled and I've sweated through the day;
I look and see the setting of the sun,
And still I have no sonnet to display.
I guess I'll only flunk, not make the grade,
My parents, I suppose, will be depressed,
(Because I'll never get a sonnet made,)
But then, oh well, you'd think they would have guessed.
My teacher should just go and climb a tree,
She'll never get a sonnet out of me.
I would love to compose a sonnet,
Reading rules and structure makes me think twice,
A mind grown in science does not want,
To mix meter and feet to replicate Martian lander
disaster twice.
To me, feet and meter are measuring units,
not an indication of word stress patterns,
The Iambic pentameter throws right out in woods,
Quatrains and couplets remind me of coupling joints.
The Petrarchan (Italian) and Shakespearean style
makes me wonder,
Why rhythm does not stay with music of salsa and drums,
Metaphor and peripeteia are some phrases to wonder,
The octave and sestet probably are some music notes.
Writing sonnet may not be a joke,
but for aspiring minds, there must be hope.
You talk behind your neighbor's back,
And say things most unkind.
It seems someone who won't do that,
These days is hard to find.
You re-tell things you promised not,
To let any others know;
But if you think it'll serve you well,
You'll tell all that you know.
You bite the hand reached out to you,
In friendship and in trust,
To be accepted by the ones,
You know to be unjust.
The ones who wield the power,
Can be used just like a tool;
For it's well known that in this world,
We bow to majority rule.
So what if you've betrayed a friend?
So what if you have hurt them?
So what if you have caused them harm,
By saying things about them?
You must look out for number one.
Yourself is first and foremost.
It matters not you've hurt a friend,
Because you're self engrossed.
You'll find a way to make the grade,
And be one of the crowd.
If you must step on a bug or two,
The pop won't be too loud.
But your new friends will step on you,
If they find that it serves them.
What goes around will come around,
And sin begets more sin.
Eventually it all comes back.
What you sow you reap.
Friends like you I just don't need.
For you I'll lose no sleep.
Time on my mind
So much left behind
Life stuck in rewind
Doing my best
Trying pass life's test
As I bumble my way
Through each day
Learning as I go
Because I wish to know
If it was even worth the battle
My bones now rattle
The bodies way to tattle
Of choices wrongly made
Hoping to make the grade
Nothing was ever meant to last
Time starts moving so fast
Life's a blast
Sad
Glad
Mad
Different aspects of one emotion
Depends on the notion
The eye
Never sees a lie
But the heart
Falls apart
Always seeking a new start
But wants it to begin the same way
Wake up it is the same day
Find something new to say
The rose
Seeks a nose
So you pluck it up to die
Take a moment to cry
Beauty wasted
It's gift you tasted
Then tossed aside
It's beauty it couldn't hide
Worlds collide
So much left to say
Just not today
Mind resting
Failing all the testing
Words running loose
Which words to choose
Which to let go
Just to grow
You never know
All these words I find
Floating around in my mind
My crazy mayhaps
I'll take a relapse
Reality I try to grasp a hold
But it always starts to fold
So I have been told
Wasting time
In some rhyme
It doesn't cost a dime
Playing with some word
Never to be heard
I pay attention.
I see the sadness in a young schoolgirl’s eyes
When she has been cruelly ridiculed and ostracized.
For what? She doesn’t look the same
As others; too tall, too fat, too blonde.
Does she have the wrong last name?
I pay attention.
I see the old woman setting alone on her sunny porch
Accompanied by lush green plants silently watching her.
Caressed by the purring of contented multicolored cats,
Alone, but herself content to be out of the race.
I see satisfaction and relief on her calm, but weathered face.
I pay attention:
I see the fast-paced hustle of the young entrepreneur,
So excited, but anxious, rushing to be the first there,
Where his efforts and sacrifice finally make the grade.
He’s given his all to elevate his life and pave a new way.
He is reaping sweet rewards his own hands have made.
I pay attention:
I see the patterns and the interconnected revelations
As a host of humanity marches through my life.
Leaving their own special nuances and inspiration,
I reflect the collage of their unintended influences.
I wonder what my own contribution will be.
Will someone, someday, pay attention to me?
Copyright Chula Schlesinger-Fleming © 10/10/2024
Nobody knows,
how many times I wanted to throw the towel in.
I think maybe this time,
I may have spread myself to thin.
Nobody knows,
how deeply I feel betrayed,
No matter what I do,
I can't make the grade.
Nobody knows,
the insane thoughts running thru my head,
I know I'm alive,
but I feel mostly dead.
Nobody knows,
the darkness I have seen.
I hang in there,
hoping this is just a dream.
Nobody knows,
the battles raging in my brain,
The only thing,
I feel is agony and pain.
Nobody knows,
the energy I have they can't see,
My potential life force,
and it's ability.
Nobody knows how close,
she came to destroying me.
Her new lover,
twenty years older and an amputee.
Nobody knows,
that my life is at stake.
I'm not sure,
how much more I can take.
Nobody knows,
how hard it is to get thru the day,
My hopes and dreams,
have been blown away.
Nobody knows,
that I feel like I'm all alone,
I don't know how,
but I'm holding my own.
Nobody knows,
that I'm scared and confused,
This is the reason,
I have such a short fuse.
TURBO1904 11/27/2021
New Cars and cameras
New places to go
Another man to comfort you
When you’re feeling low
Remember all the times we spent
Sharing everything as one
Watching sunsets on the beach
Kissing n the fading sun
I thought we were rock solid
I thought that we would never part
I trusted you with everything
My dreams, my hopes, my heart.
New cars and cameras
New horizons to explore
Another man to hold your hand
But this man loves you more
I feel broken and alone
My life’s come off the tracks
I can’t restore the love we had
I can’t fill in the cracks
Our bodies once they merged as one
Our souls were intertwined
I thought we’d found the perfect love
But you left me behind
New cars and cameras
New stories to trade
A love left on the back burner
Cos it didn’t make the grade
Don’t want to join the broken
The beaten and the lost,
Don’t want to be a memory,
Don’t want to count the cost.
I opened up my heart to you
Now I can’t take this pain Love that blossomed in the sun
Now washed up in the rain
I gave you all I had to give
But thats not enough it seems
You traded love for money
You shattered all my dreams
New cars , new cameras
Did I come up that short ?
Can love that seemed so precious
IBe so easily bought ?
The colours have all seeped now
Rainbows fade to grey
If we can’t be together
I can’t face each passing day
New Cars and Cameras
I will never understand
How “bling” would be your thing
And undo all we had planned
I cannot say goodbye
To my soulmate, my best friend
I can’t put out the fire we lit
So I’ll love you to the end.