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Our ability to fight climate change,
May well depend on the number of green thumbs,
We vote for, to lead the charge.
This may lead to thumb printing all candidates,
For all positions to check if they are truly green,
In this we should not hesitate.
All children should be exposed to grass,
That is green,
And to have planted at least one tree,
By the time they are three.
Foster parents should be selected,
On the basis of thumbs that are green,
And given gumboots for free.
Lastly all prisoners whose thumbs that are green,
Should be given reduced sentences,
And free gumboots on release,
Plus a packet of seed and a spade,
As well as their own vegie plot.
Schools should be funded on the basis,
Of thumbs that are green,
And children with green thumbs,
Should be given priority of entry.
University entrance,
Should be subject to a green thumb test,
Without hindrance.
Research into maximising,
The number of green thumbs,
Should take priority.
Is it Crosby, Stills, or Eagles for you,
Republican or Democrat to vote
Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro,
or the prose or poetry you wrote
Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin,
as you struggle yet to choose
Is it yes or nor, or God forbid maybe,
what’s to gain and what’s to lose
Is it briefs or boxers, or none at all,
is it winter over spring
Is it Rock and Roll, or Blues or Jazz,
does it have to be one thing
Is it dogs or cats, or beer or wine,
is the difference felt inside
When you choose just one, to eliminate,
what your vanity tries to hide
Throw out the rules, pull off the mask,
to your inner self be true
Force not yourself to choose between,
—but what’s now in front of you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Who wants to know when the War of 1812 was fought?
All hands are up; every kindergartener wants to know.
Who wants to know who invented robotics?
Two kindergarteners’ hands are up.
The others are on their bouncy ball chairs,
Not listening.
“Would you like to hear a story?”
The vote of hands is about half and half,
so I read to one half, and my counterpart plays an
Alphabet game with the others.
Kindergarten makes up their mind, and
There is no budging it, no changing it at all.
“My mommy says that all men are stupid.”
Really! How delightful to be espousing this so early.
“My grandmommy says that all white people are mean.”
Being white myself, I could feel insulted, but I don’t.
“What would I have to do to change your mind about that?”
“I don’t know,” the little five-year-old girl admitted.
“What’s a white people?”
It’s going to be fun now, I doubt I’ll have to change her
mind, just give her the sorted truth that her favorite
teacher is now her enemy.” Too late, Grand-mommy, I think. Too late.
Written May 2, 2018
Some get many stakes,
Many watch for fun,
Others support with passion rerun
I just wish to write about all these...
Some love,
Many play with hearts,
Others manage in marriage to laugh,
I just want to be in love with Jesus.
Some pray,
Many rain praises,
Others studied His way,
I just want to have Your grace.
Some tell the truth,
Many fake the lies,
Others follow like Ruth,
I just want to join an allies.
Some cry,
Many smile,
Others frown,
I just want to live a life of my own...
Some look,
Many observe,
Others brook,
I just want to write as I perceive...
Some vote,
Many rule,
Others steal,
I just wish to never keep mute™
Mind blows,
Heart crush,
Emotion flows,
I just wish feelings could make me blush.
Roses are red,
It stands for love's tide,
Valentine died for one,
I just wish it will reach my turn...
Morning is for hope,
Afternoon may grope,
Evening should not elope,
Coz night will determine how well you've managed your scope
Ashes, Ashes, Flames all around
And remnants of our lives are scattered
Upon the crackling, smoking ground.
Our hopes and dreams buried in the rumble,
Lost are the things that we thought measured our lives.
Nothing left but our memories. It cuts like a knife.
We trusted our treasure, our futures, our dreams
Into the hands of a criminal who is not what he seems.
What do we do now, where do we turn?
His incompetence destroyed our world.
Everything is burned.
Selfish, greedy, indifferent, ruined.
Remove him from power, and all of his kind.
He will no longer control our money,
Our actions, or our mind.
We see through the smoke now.
His true colors of black and gray.
His lies no longer charm us.
There is nothing left he can say.
A vote of NO CONFIDENCE,
A movement rising.
Vote him out of power,
Fallen from his ivory tower.
Shock of the raging fires have awakened our rage.
We are no longer sheep. Burned down is our cage.
Free to see the truth at last. Free to choose again.
Now we come together, rising up as one.
Taking back our power and standing our ground,
We choose a new direction. Freedom will be found.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger-Fleming © 12.04.25
Every dead saint was born a sinner.
Don't look and you will not see
Don't listen and you will not hear
Christians are above the problems of the world
Not involved allowing Satan to win
Ignore politics and hell expands
Leave it to God when all you have to do is vote with Him.
God made Adam in his image to populate the world
Adam took care of it
God made Noah to repopulate the world
Noah took care of it
God made Abraham to build his nation
Abraham took care of it
God made Moses to lead his people from bondage
Moses took care of it
God made Joshua to conquer the Promise Land
Joshua took care of it
God made Jesus to save the world
Jesus took care of it
God made you to do nothing?
Take care of it.
God calls upon people to lead with his miracles
but people are complacent
can't involve themselves in worldly politics
being the first to cry out when persecuted
never having the faith to fight
easier to leave it to God
Look, listen God is calling you
it is never easy to do right
often lonely when you fight
God is leaving it for you
Take care of it
Vote.
Governments can't run companies
That statement still rings in my ears
Governments can't run companies
If that was your board of directors
If that was the man you paid
to represent your company
if the CEO for your board of directors
came out and said we can't run company's
Then you'd give him the sack
you'd vote for another man
that could run the company
creating profitable investments
Governments can't run companies
because they are to quick to sell them
and use the money to make themselves look good
Governments should be investing your money
Every day they use your money
to pay for training organisations
Money that gets spent producing no profit
Money that could be used to make company's
The Teachers could become Managers
The Students could become Employees
The country's could be earning money
Instead of just spending money
Creating products to sell overseas
creates profit for your country
creating employment reduces
spending for the country
Every week you pay tax
as investors we should be asking
how are you investing our money
to make this country better
A tall baseball player with a bat, he knocks it clear
out of the park!
Whilst other boys sit so comfortably at their home,
he is a Varsity player, under bright lights, in the dark!
So goal-driven, a handsome senior, with his own car,
how responsible is he!
With a room full of trophies and shiny, ebullient, joy
filled, team memories.
I know all the practice times and games that brought
you such baseball success here.
Both losses and wins, now bring his parents, myself
And friends to their feet and loudly cheer!
You are a picture of a compassionate heart. brimming
with joy and fiery determination.
For in our family, quitters and excuses, just don’t
cut it, in this American nation!
Your parents, get much credit for sending you to a
private school, where you learned God’s laws.
To add to your busy schedule,you study the Bible
on your own, this puts me a state of awe!
Patriotism runs in our family with passion, and you
look forward to the November election and voting!
You have wanted to vote since age ten…a red, white
and blue heart….most worthy of notiing.
Our lovely town, just won’t be the same next year,
without your laughter, goodness, and bright smiles in it.
But dearest Grandson, God bless you, in your academic studies.
in college next year, I just know, you’ll be a scholarly hit!
I am so glad, that God in his goodness, gave you to our family,
and He will guard you in all your winsome ways.
Spread your goodness and happiness wherever you may go, as
we llght colorful candles with joy~ and no delay.
Happy Birthday, Grandson
A dedication to my beloved grandson.
Tall, witty, well-educated and then some!
9/1/2024
Disclaimer- I am not racist and see all sides of everything. I don’t represent either political party. I am more, disheartened by the hatred floating around. This poem is more so a description of what I see, when I look at Americans and how they react to politics... over the last decade..
Why are we so angry over one single dude
A womanizer, perhaps, vulgar and crude
But at the end of the day, he's only a man
A perverted senior citizen with the winning hand
A dishonest politician is not a new fad
And alternative opinions are not always bad
8 years ago we thought the world was ending
Or were convinced of a change, a new beginning
I'm still the same
Politics still lame
My casted vote, indefinitely, pending
So, tell me, which side do you take
A baby killer or one accused of rape
And if you disagree, how should you act
Paint vaginas on your face for a presidential attack
Grinning ear to ear for a social media snack
But it's all roses now, the last one was black
Am I making sense, or way off track
Please, my neighbors, don't take me wrong
I wouldn't breathe a word of our country's song
Forget the soldiers, their fame is gone
Set fire to our flag and move to Hong Kong
No, I don't believe in killing babies or raping women
But I've tasted so much, I can't tell pepper from cinnamon
If you think you know it all, my darling, you're trippin
So can we please just resume the scheduled program of living
Even if I’m wearing black
Black’s not my style.
And I will deny that
I wont accept fact.
It’s not a living hell
It’s my denial.
When I’m feeling mad’s
The only time I smile.
I’m not left or right
I vote for the vile
Before I choose denial.
I don’t need to be locked up
I love my inner exile
Where I deny my denial.
Even though I’ve got kids
I am infertile
Can I deepen my denial?
When I’m feeling mad’s
The only time I smile.
I’m not left or right
I vote for the vile
Before I choose denial.
How can you reconcile
A veteran juvenile
Who lives in denial
Writing words of bile?
You say I wrote this bit
And I will deny it!
When I’m feeling mad’s
The only time I smile.
I’m not left or right
I vote for the vile
Before I choose denial.
22 July, 2016