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Chula Schlesinger-Fleming Poem
Each line the poet delivers
Reveals his passionate heart.
Nuance and beautiful imagery
Set his poetic scenes apart.
Each new thoughtful observance
Is delineated and crystal clear.
In each syllable there is a measured
Symphony for me alone to hear.
He sees what others carelessly overlook.
He feels what they cannot embrace.
Each poem rises with rhyme and rhythm
To the tempo of his God-given grace.
Far above his fellow poets in measured
Skill and well-deserved praise,
He pours himself into every verse
With shining eyes and hopeful gaze.
Sharing wisdom, humor, and honesty,
He draws me in to Read again.
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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
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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
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Failure first
Makes you humble.
The deeper the sting,
The greater the revelation.
Release the need
To assign someone blame.
Accept it as your own
To expunge your searing shame.
Guilty Pride will mask and hide
The truth of your shortcomings.
Don’t indulge in its deceitful lie.
It shuts the door to self-examination.
Revelation is the real and only forgiveness.
It provides a second chance for you to try.
Without Its Grace, redemption remains
Locked away in a distorted and hateful lie.
You are enough.
You can succeed.
Shift your mind’s muddled perspective.
Let Failure take you by the hand,
And lead you to new heights of revelation.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.
He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land.
From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.
To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.
God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.
He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.
How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.
We will not be conquered by the sins that abound
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.
His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.
How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.
From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
Copyright © Chula Schlesinger-Fleming | Year Posted 2025
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