Painstakingly Poems

Professor Snudzs Analysis

I’ve studied the matter, compared statistics,
evaluated lives with unbiased prejudices,
my research and facts painstakingly sourced –
though four times married, four times divorced –
call me daft, incompetent, or feckless
my conclusions are sound not reckless,
and the indisputable truth that emerges?
Men and women make the worse marriages.

Paula Paulsons Persnickety Personality

pandemonium preceded Paula Paulson’s painstakingly prissily packed
packsack. Pathetic poetic Parnassian provided paramount particulars,
a peep and a peek into Paula Paulson’s persnickety personality.

Love on the Dark Side

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

Good boys

They say good boys finish last
But eventually all do finish
And then we begin to judge the past
And it's only goodness we relish

Finishing first should save you time
What for, for in it you should have learnt patience
Why seek only material in your prime
And feign learning stewardship and prudence

Go ahead and finish while we learn
Painstakingly gaining wisdom and counsel
More than money, life currencies we earn
Soon your caucus will be ousted by our council

Future events could be seen by seers
But future security is in the wisdom of the years
How soon I pray the mist clears
You lessen your haste for wealth that appears and disappears.

K. Muitherero

Goldfish fighting in my dishwasher

I'm slowly evaporating from this verbal tennis match 
For some reason we continue to give breath to these vapor windy circles
Brewing a coffee tornado that is going to spill all over my shirt
And they say don't cry over spilled milk, but there's a river of rain I've been holding back
And I'll be damned if I let this game end at 40 love
But is victory really as sweet when blood sheds from pain and not perseverance 
I'll keep painstakingly swimming even when the water is above my head
Because when you take that 1 second to notice everything around you
The dirty food tables are eventually going to be clean
The question isn't who is going to do the dishes
But when will we stop acting like goldfish fighting in my dishwasher 
And look outside the glass to see a whole world needing just one person to keep swimming
p.s. you don’t have to tread water when you can float with your reflection...

My Ocean his shore

The container in my chest holds water not blood-
Water of the kin and kind.
But I bottle it up scared instead of sprinkling the holy water divine.
People dance in the first rain, the first splash of the sea,
What if with the pour of my water he wipes my existence entirely.
Even the first rain infuses the air with scents of all kinds,
What if he thinks my water a stench and my love entirely futile.

In desserts people hallucinate of oasis,
Yet mine is a paradise painstakingly designed,
Created by saving a drop at a time since we first met.
However I always have the fear what if he prefers dying of thirst instead,
leaving my water unrequited for life.
My container can’t hold it in any longer, my ocean needs a shore. 
But what if instead of open arms he opens his umbrella to barricade my fore.

The Path

I walk down life’s road
All to see and to be
To bear my alloted load
To give for free or to charge a fee
To pen every masterful ode
As authentically as can only be me

To see and to be seen 
To learn and to teach
To be apprentice and to be dean
To bequeath and to reach 
That the shine and sheen from where I’ve been 
May inspire each and herald a good preach

To do good and to faint not
Is not without the temptation to be weary
To painstakingly write to then blot
Be far from my schedule and diary
Never to tell of only how close I got
But to enter my rest truly and surely

To eat of the good of the land
To match the seasons with readiness 
To increase as the grains of sand
In Godliness, in count, in business 
And that mastery stays in head and hand
A second nature so effortless

To keep my mind on my matter
And where it matters others to mind
To stay clear of the chatter meant to flatter
And seek what is virtuous to find
And only wisdom and life to utter
That it may be well where I opined

K. Muitherero

Powerless

Time and time again I fight
To make what's wrong into a right
But though I try and give it my all
I'm powerless and feel so small

The world is burning outside my window
But I have memories as a memento
Of what my life was before it became
Every day is death the same

The ones I love board up their doors
And the waves wash up upon my shore
My heart becomes so aching cold
My soul is painstakingly sold

For a drop of power, what would I give?
These tragedies I have to relive
I remember then how bad it felt
To be stuck there with the worse cards dealt

I try to give people my best
But when the fire comes to rest
The bridges cannot hold the weight
Of the burden that they all create

So I lock myself up into a cage
To contain all of my inner rage
Toss away that cursed key
To the bottom of an open sea

Depression eats away my soul
Until I turn into a ghoul
Flashbacks haunt me in my sleep
While anxiety is a cliff so steep

And every day I die a little more
Longing for what I held before
And then once again I realize
That I'm truly powerless inside

Powerless...inside

When the glass shatters

When will she ever learn? 
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation 
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything? 
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances 
Will always result in the same conclusion 
The conclusion in this case being: 
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed, 
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last 
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle 
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting 
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.

Pensive Poets

Perpetually praising poet's perforce presence,
particular poets persevere penniless, proudly,
people present peonies, prizes,
poet's perennial prose, poesy,
pacific, provocative, purposeful,
painstakingly perfected, promising,
poet's prolific in populace,
platinum pens poised,
paper primed, persnickety,
pensive pinnacle power of poetic peace,
and posterity.

Piano Music

Piano music grabs,
Packs a punch, enthralls soul
Painstakingly the sound
Pampers my feelings, 'tis
Perfect panacea.
Passionately lover
Plays piano for me.

Bonding

Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor. 
A photo of their
wedding day lay bare between her feet. 
She felt its nakedness warping it
gently in the soft breeze breeze, 
blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was
an omen. She painstakingly collected 
all the pieces, and meticulously
joined them together with superglue. 
Once again the photo was vacuumed
away from the sands of time. 
The bonding though, looked as though it was
disintegrating.

Pink Cloud Ray

Thicker rays of summer sun

Just poked through the clouds

And licked upon at my face

Like I was somehow painstakingly 
applying a fresh coat of lipstick 

In a subtle shade of fleshy pink

And as I began to drink it all in

Soon enough the rain set in

Drowning out my former smile

And it took me further and further away

Until I myself eventually realized

I so too had left with it as well 

And I was now soaked wet through

But yet still never knew

That though my makeup was smudged

And running down my face 

So I looked out of place

As much as I now felt inside

Knowing I had and there was no 

Where left on earth

Or outside the confinement of my head to hide

Or make-up left

To cover all my pretence up

The game was well and truly up

All the very last of the mythological sirens

Had finally given up and abandoned ship

And I am merely watching this an old

Repeat news clip on repeat

Whilst sleeping rough outside an
electronic store

As and for the sole purpose of

Keeping and providing me some

Or other form of partial company 

Huddled up inside it's doorway 

Until early morning dawn breaks

Rising From the Ashes

Trapped under the debris
Of fallen crumbled mass,
Where once stood grand structures
Upon my mighty lands.
I built painstakingly
Over time, patiently,
With monumental hopes
And glamorous daydreams,
To see them get shattered
By those violent brawls,
Cursed on my sacred grounds,
Secretive and sudden.

Engulfed in solid blocks,
Covered in scary wounds,
At last, my fears turn true,
The pain, dread, and despair.
As I am feeling weak,
The fatigue creeps inside
And shuts down my conscience,
Unleashing that monster,
One who perceives no sense,
But held tremendous strength
That pushes away those chunks
And pull me through this plight.

Rising from this ordeal
And welcomed by chaos
That spread across my lands,
Fully masked in shambles,
Like ancient ruined sites,
Lay my efforts worthless
And unable to mend.
So I have to rebuild,
Everything from the start,
Relying on my strength,
Building sturdy empires,
Resilient to all blows.

Uniformity a Freed Verse

UNIFORMITY
a
romantic
   wondering
in enchanted
 impressions
such
 remote sounding such
breath
an unmissable
sight
resisting
  translation
this
curious feeling
 absorbed
 painstakingly
in
matching
run of the mill
 fictions
with
a
startling
 alternate
as
 singular
abstracts
 of
stillness
in a setting
 of the ordinary

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