On the Boundary
I Love the ancient boundary-fence,
That mouldering chock-and-log.
When I go ride the boundary
I let the old horse jog
And take his pleasure in and out
Where the sandalwood grows dense,
And tender pines clasp hands across
The log that tops the fence.
’Tis pleasant on the boundary-fence,
These sultry summer days;
A mile away, outside the scrub,
The plain is all ablaze,
The sheep are panting on the camps,
The heat is so intense;
But here the shade is cool and sweet
Along the boundary-fence.
I love to loaf along the fence,
So does my collie dog,
He often finds a spotted cat
Hid in a hollow log;
He’s very near as old as I
And ought to have more sense,
I’ve hammered him so many times
Along the boundary-fence.
My mother says that boundary fence
Must surely be bewitched;
The old man says that through that fence
The neighbours are enriched;
It’s always down, and through the gaps
Our stock all get them hence,
I takes me half my time to watch
The doings of that fence.
But should you seek the reason
You won’t travel very far,
’Tis there a mile away among
The murmuring Belar:
The Jones’s block joins on to ours,
And so, in consequence,
It’s part of Polly’s work to ride
Their side the boundary-fence.
poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Dreams Of A Middle Aged Man
he is at an age where
ambition wants to stop
but doubts
this decision
his tired feet say
it is time to just watch time come
and go
his mind is still sharp on something
a bird which he wants to catch
a fence that he wants to jump
a boundary that he wants to cross
a river where he wants to sail
a path to follow
but the bird is as restless as the air
the fence is higher
the boundary is well guarded
and the river is flooding
and the path had long been filled with tall grass
where snakes reside
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God's Kingdom
PART 1
[INSPIRED BY LEO TOLSTOY]
More than a hundred years gone
since a thought by this great man
to put an end to man's kingdom
to be a part of god's kingdom
A kingdom which need not bind
bind itself to a boundary
a kingdom which need not safeguard
guarding men need not war over a boundary
a nation without a boundary
a nation which would'nt war for a boundary
would'nt be a man's kingdom
yes...truely a god's kingdom
how do you curb atrocities without a war
India did it fifty years back without a war
Mahatma's ahimsa was an offshoot of Tolstoy's passive resistance
Tolstoy was Gandhi's inspiration
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Fuzzy Logic.
Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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One True Thing
one true thing
I take seriously
I go after it
sharpening it up
come rain or come shine
even if nobody knows I care for it
I wouldn't even notice weather and season change
that much I concentrate on it
a bird spots me chirping
someday I'll be found in a warm sunshine
because
every star in the sky has no boundary
rain has no boundary to move
waves come toward me
I swim against them
I'll take my pace not to get tired, not to give up going further
and I hope I will learn
spring has no boundary
I try to look around
lights get my eyes black out
what I am about to see next
hopefully it is spring
my first spring
One could say: "The boundary condition of the universe is that it has no boundary." The universe would be completely self-contained and not affected by anything outside itself. It would neither be created nor destroyed. It would just BE.
quote by Stephen Hawking
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They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art.
quote by Charlie Parker
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Denotation and connotation
Fence means boundary by denotation.
Fence means barrier by connotation.
Good fence makes good crops.
Good fence makes good neigbours.
.25.12.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art.
quote by Charlie Parker
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Hawaiian
SANDALWOOD, you say, and in your thoughts it chimes
With Tyre and Solomon; to me it rhymes
With places bare upon Pacific mountains,
With spaces empty in the minds of men.
Sandalwood!
The Kings of Hawaii call out their men,
The men go up the mountains in files;
Hands that knew only the stone axe now wield the iron axe:
The sandalwood trees go down.
More sandalwood is called for:
The men who hunt the whale will buy sandalwood;
The Kings would change canoes for ships.
Men come down from the mountains carrying sandalwood on their backs;
More and more men are levied;
They go up the mountains in files; they leave their taropatches so that famine comes down on the land.
But this sandalwood grows upon other trees, a parasite;
It needs a growing thing to grow upon;
Its seed and its soil are not enough for it!
Too greedy are the Kings;
Too eager are the men who hunt the whale to sail to
Canton with fragrant wood to make shrines for the
Buddhas;
Too sharp is the iron axe!
Nothing will ever bring together again
The spores and the alien sap that nourished them,
The trees and the trees they would plant themselves
upon:
Like the myths of peoples,
Like the faiths of peoples,
Like the speech of peoples,
Like the ancient creation chants,
The sandalwood is gone!
A fragrance in shrines
But the trees will never live again!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Don't move an ancient boundary stone or encroach on the fields of the fatherless.
At the Grave
all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
teary eyes
are those who
have just lost a love one
mica eyes are
those who have learned to
submit to divine law
wishing prayers would
mend ways
time heals
the next time around
the teary eyed would be back
with mica eyes sniffing pain behind
new teary eyes
those at the fresh boundary
between this world and next
a boundary they could only
but mark with teary eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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So Long
'you want your
coffee black or white/'
'white.' he answers
and your president?
'well after Obama'
he answers;
'i dont mind whether
he is black or white.'
'why? he has always
been white, ' I say
'Well, paradigm shift.
crossing that boundary
between white and black.
so long for us to cross
a boundary inside us.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Stop well before
Patients have a limit;
Tolerance has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test
You would be hit back hard.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
Pleasing has a limit;
Yielding has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test,
You will be shown the door.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
17.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unrestricted Love
Once I was in a picnic
Adults sat restricted in groups
Minding their own businesses
Every adult's love was restricted
But the children broke the barriers
Kids relates without boundary
Race, colour, creed, sentiments, histories
Were oblivious to the children
They played together unhindered
They laughed together freely
They chat without restriction
They even talked together without suspicion
Genuine love was displayed unrestricted
Pure unadultrated love reigned amongst them
Their love broke tribal jingoism
I saw pure love in practice
No one habours grudge
No one holds malice
Love was without boundary
I saw God's love in the children
Oh! how pleasant would it be
If the adults could emulate the kids
The world would be at peace
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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My Deepest Desire...
I long to feel the pleasure of your embrace,
Such an equisite breach of my personal boundary.
Warm, electric, tender... My deepest desire,
I need it more than the air I breathe or the dreams I paint.
I yearn to gaze into those eyes and lose myself,
To be lost for days without anything but the thought of you.
To feel totaly and completely naked yet safer that I have ever felt,
To know that you love me without having to hear it said.
What I long for is the very thought of you,
For I know such perfection is but a dream.
But here you are contradicting me to the point of insanity,
Here I stand, never wanting my sanity to return...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Wrinkling
Give me not your style today:
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.
Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong;
going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark
when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes
of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,
the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.
poem by Satish Verma
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A Poet Is Not A Hypocrite
To be a poet, don't bind yourself
With any religion or region.
You must be free for a clear vision
To air your view without prejudice.
Be a mad man, who has no fear,
And who has no fence, nor boundary.
Otherwise, you will be a paid poet.
A poet is not a hypocrite.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Weary Will
WEARY WILL by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
The strongest creature for his size
But least equipped for combat
That dwells beneath Australian skies
Is Weary Will the Wombat.
He digs his homestead underground,
He's neither shrewd nor clever;
For kangaroos can leap and bound
But wombats dig forever.
The boundary rider's netting fence
Excites his irritation;
It is to his untutored sense
His pet abomination.
And when to pass it he desires,
Upon his task he'll centre
And dig a hole beneath the wires
Through which the dingoes enter.
And when to block the hole they strain
With logs and stones and rubble,
Bill Wombat digs it out again
Without the slightest trouble.
The boundary rider bows to fate,
Admits he's made a blunder
And rigs a little swinging gate
To let Bill Wombat under.
So most contentedly he goes
Between his haunt and burrow:
He does the only thing he knows,
And does it very thorough.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The White Globe
Bring me a world-map,
I'll rub out the boundary-line
between each two countries -
And see: there is one world, one country!
A world where each one of us
Will be a universal citizen,
A world where none will say-
This is mine, that is yours.
A world where 'I' will be replaced by 'we',
No more I, you or he but only us,
A world where No one will be under anyone,
And all will call one another brother.
A world where there'll be but one religion,
And that is of 'Humanity'
A world where there'll be but one sect,
And that is of 'Humans'.
Bring me a world-map,
I'll rub out the boundary-line
between each two countries -
And see: there is one world, one country!
poem by Nazmul Haque
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I Ride My Horse
I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my horse
As I sing words
I see the grass
I feel the leather
I ride my horse
Upon the heather
I taste the dust
I see the heat
I ride my horse
To his own beat
I feel the joy
I taste the fun
I ride my horse
Into the yellow sun
poem by Horse Poet
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