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Fences
Fences not to mend
Fences not to build
Fences be demolish
But
Only with caution.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Diminishing Defenses
Let's remove the platitudes.
And rid the phony subtleties,
To dropp to be who we are...
To let that be seen,
Moving forward to do more progressive things.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes,
I defend. You defend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
And let's do it to prove,
It done,
To do.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
You offend. I offend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let's remove the platitudes,
I defend. You defend.
Let us diminish the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let us remove those platitudes
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Let us remove those platitudes
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Let us remove those platitudes.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
Down with the fences.
Diminishing defenses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barbed Wire Fences
Barbed wire fences
And chains around the heart
In the grind
Of the circle called life
On and on we go
Around a meaningless show
Where does thou stop
One does not know
Yet we slave on
To be free
Yet what defines freedom
And what is this bond
Or bondages unbound
Freedom is not
Or is Freedom a knot
Tied to barbed wire fences
Where we live in the luxury of nothing
And call it freedom profound
We are but fools
With existences defined
Around are the barbed wire fences
And the joys of it abound.
poem by Ayan excalibur
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Their Eyes Are Smiling
Hungry are the people,
Who seek to rid their fences.
They wish to heal a brokenness...
That aided their indifference.
And quickly they awaken,
From their foolishness and defenses.
Clearing misunderstandings,
Are sought with a demanding.
Something in the air,
Is making all aware...
A forgiveness is now commanding!
Being chased away is evil!
The demons can feel their ending.
No longer are they given,
Ears willing to give them a listen.
Their days are numbered and so are they.
And they are holding onto strategies...
That are slowly fading away!
Hungry are the people,
Who seek to rid their fences.
They wish to heal a brokenness...
That aided their indifference.
And quickly they awaken,
From their foolishness and defenses.
And their eyes are smiling!
As divisions between them abide and subside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.
quote by Robert Fulghum
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The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.
Robert Fulghum in It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It
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Exile House
EXILE HOUSE
Our tiled roof dripped
and the four walls threatened to fall apart
but we were to go home soon,
We grew papayas
in front of our house
chillies in our garden
and changmas for our fences,
then pumpkins rolled down the cowshed thatch
calves trotted out of the manger,
grass on the roof,
beans sprouted and
climbed the vines,
money plants crept in through the window,
our house seems to have grown roots.
The fences have grown into a jungle,
now how can I tell my children
where we came from?
Changmas – a tree usually planted for fences; flexible and flourishing
poem by Tenzin Tsundue
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Fences
Sometimes
we build fences
to keep things out,
other times
we build fences
to keep things we treasure in.
19 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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In one line of his poem he said good fences make good neighbors. I'd like to think that Alaska and British Columbia working together can prove that we can be pretty darned good neighbors without fences.
quote by Dan Miller
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Comin Apart At Every Nail
Its awful hard to find a job
On one side the government, the other the mob
Hey, hey aint that right
The workin mans in for a hell of a fight.
Oh, this country sure looks good to me
But these fences are comin apart at every nail.
Way up on the old dew line
Some of the boys were feelin fine
A big light flashed across the sky
But somethin else went slippin by
Meanwhile at the pentagon
The brass was a wonderin what went wrong.
Oh, this country sure looks good to me
But these fences are comin apart at every nail.
Hey hey, aint that right
The workin mans in for a hell of a fight.
Oh, this country sure looks good to me
But these fences are comin apart at every nail.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Death and Dreams
Death, with it, brings silence,
the silence which conceals the voice of life,
the same voice in which dreams revertebrated,
so, with arriving death dreams die.
But, few dreams didn't surrender,
instead they chose to fight,
some fighters were experienced and some were tender,
but struugle for existance was thier common plight.
Oh! this battle wasn't for victory, but for existance,
on path of dreams death laid some fences,
the fences fo failure, the fences of defeat,
but, in the path of hope few made thier exit.
In fences of failure few dreams were caught,
enemy was destiny but will was not,
with power of optimism they tatterd the fence,
such a mighty blow even death couldn't defend.
Dreams marched ahead stunning the death,
they vanquished the region which once ablazed,
happy was the sky and soothing became night,
even death hailed dreams for this formidable fight.
Death, being, an end is now a myth,
the men by thier dreams will forever exist,
some people died and some will born,
but legacy of dreams wii go on.
poem by Chandra Kant Manas
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Hunter Fences
Fences may restrict you
And those the Hunter has so much
Like prey you feel caged, that is true
And you just cannot bloom as such.
The greens are open, so be free
The choices vast and exciting
Migrate to tales of ABC
There poetry does the undressing.
We find it Home to have some lines
Drawn to say 'where we cross the street'
All ages read between the lines,
And this the Hunter fairly meets.
Bloom and go where you want to
Never impose what you think
Rules are good and fences too,
These will not let our morals sink.
'Train up a child in the way he should go,
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.'
Proverbs 22: 6
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Confusion As A Gift
there is nothing
wrong with
confusion, in fact, perplexity is
a common occurrence which in some ways
give us the warning that
something wrong may happen
there are walls, these are laws,
there are fences, these are guides
when you break the wall, the thieves come
and take everything from you
when the fences are broken, the pigs come and
eat what you have planted
doubt is a mark of our humanity
confusion is our acceptance that we are but
limited creatures of thought
when you are perplexed
take laughter
think some more
give time its due
savor the peace of logic
let rules be rules
doubt, doubt some more
i am sure, you are alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today
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I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences—
It's time o' year for Hay.
And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance
Discourse between the Toil—
And laugh, a homely species
That makes the Fences smile—
It seems so straight to lie away
From all of the noise of Fields—
The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks—
The Mower's Metre—Steals—
A Trouble lest they're homesick—
Those Farmers—and their Wives—
Set separate from the Farming—
And all the Neighbors' lives—
A Wonder if the Sepulchre
Don't feel a lonesome way—
When Men—and Boys—and Carts—and June,
Go down the Fields to "Hay"—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Monotony Of A Vicious Circle
when you run in a circle
you arrive at nowhere
you pass by the same
lane over and over again
so to kill this monotony
you build your own set of
fences and walls with the
end that even if you pass
on the same lane over and
over again somehow the
walls may create the
illusion of a border the fence
an illusion of height so
that you may then claim
that you have hurdled an
obstruction passed a
hard test survived a
certain difficult trial
which you have
freely created yourself
you think you can
deceive the circle?
sorry but
this circle will always
remain as a circle even
if the walls reach the heavens
even if the fences shut you
away from the neighbors
who live on the same
lane with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mutuality
i like your ears
you think
i am just flattering you
i suggest
you see your ears
using my eyes
as your mirror
still you do not
trust me
how can you be so indifferent?
i will buy you a mirror,
and now
use it, see?
your ears are
so beautiful
because
they are deaf
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Once I showed up at my sister's with a baby rabbit I had bought from some children because its ears were cold. I put the rabbit on a hot water bottle and massaged its ears for quite a while. After all, I knew that all healthy animals had warm ears.
quote by Juliette G. Low
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Out Of the Heat
Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
We overloaded on a wrong road,
And was towed...
To be sold,
Out in the cold.
We overloaded on a wrong road,
And were told...
We made a U Turn few could beat!
And,
We beat it getting...
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat!
Go away...
You heartbreak sender.
We're mending inside,
And we don't need repeats.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
We overloaded on a wrong road.
That we agree.
We overloaded from the greed.
That we agree.
We overloaded from a lazy life.
That we agree.
And took the meaning out of living it.
That we agree.
And that was the key!
Too get away quick,
Direct.
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away...
We need no fences to hinder.
We're going to mend together,
And we believe.
Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away...
'Cause,
We are....
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
Go away,
Out of the heat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Things That We Cannot Change
the establishment
is at it again
deaf ears
strong hands
stiff minds
hard bodies
resisting change
of the clenched fists
there they are again
on barb-wired fences
defining boundaries
of thoughts
exclusiveness shutting out
variations of the race
this is the political science
of exclusion
of prisons and walls
here they are again
at the emphasis of penalties
and fines
setting aside the art
of compassion
the fusion
the inclusions
this art of loving
and giving meaning
and welcoming whatever
differences
in colors and creed
the magnanimous
art of toleration
here we are again
back to the beginning of time
the age of
renaissance
the flowering of hope
the blooms
of thoughts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ambition
Seems ages ago, wish that naught was reached,
Still haunts my soul with all tenacity;
I know the Devil has my fences breached,
And might have crept into my sanity;
The call of pride keeps dinning in my ears,
As though trumpets of charging cavalries,
My move to action, deferred through the years,
Has youth and time wasted as penalties;
But unsung life lays bare upon Death's door,
As reckoning requires of feats achieved,
The annals of the simple and the poor,
Boast barely of page proud to be perceived;
......Mankind accords ambition acceptance,
......Although Hell was raised many an instance.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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