Fences
Fences not to mend
Fences not to build
Fences be demolish
But
Only with caution.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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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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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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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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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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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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It Was Never Intended
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
As if delighted in the condoning of struggle and strife!
However...
This witnessed benefit,
Has become a saddened sickness...
That has afflicted the doers of this,
With a price ultimately they will pay.
A strength in unity was not perceived...
Even for themselves.
Not in this way that dismays.
It was never intended,
For communities to build fences...
To seclude and isolate themselves.
But to a very few,
This has become a benefit...
To witness the infighting and conflicts.
And...
The experience of remorse that decays,
Those days of brightness greed betrayed...
To lead one astray to seek a feeding,
Of another hunger one now wonders...
Could have been much more fulfilling!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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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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In The Middle Of Goodbye
honey, let me tell you this
in the middle of that goodbye
is that firm mole
that does not die, it keeps on growing
it says,
hello is the cancer
at stage IV,
and there is no coming back
to mend the
broken fences anymore
time is a cruel vehicle
that does not come back to save what was spent.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Comparisons
you have not seen how
they repaired the broken things
within their fences
you have seen me
how i mend our broken fence
and you say
we are worse than they
you always see the greener fence
beyond ours
i will not disagree with you
but you must understand that
this all about them and us
and please bear with me
there are no points of comparisons
you have never lived in their house.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Untamed
I like to be a little wild
I like to raise a little Cain
I wanna keep it on the edge
Let my restless heart remain
Untamed
(Chorus)
I wanna live the way I love
And love the way I live
Walk the highest wire and stay out on a limb
Away from any fences
Free of any chains
Unbound
Untied
Untamed
I only want what I got coming
I'll take the credit and the blame
Even when I'm bent and broken
I pray my spirit always stays
Untamed
(Repeat Chorus)
I take no map
I make no plans
I've let go of the reins
I have no rules
I feel no fear
No restraints
Untamed
Away from any fences
Free of any chains
Unbound
Untied
Untamed
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Untamed
I like to be a little wild
I like to raise a little Cain
I wanna keep it on the edge
Let my restless heart remain
Untamed
(Chorus)
I wanna live the way I love
And love the way I live
Walk the highest wire and stay out on a limb
Away from any fences
Free of any chains
Unbound
Untied
Untamed
I only want what I got coming
I'll take the credit and the blame
Even when I'm bent and broken
I pray my spirit always stays
Untamed
(Repeat Chorus)
I take no map
I make no plans
I've let go of the reins
I have no rules
I feel no fear
No restraints
Untamed
Away from any fences
Free of any chains
Unbound
Untied
Untamed
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Too Late
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Make up your mind.
Oh, the time has come for making a decision,
And you say youve found the light.
But the talk is cheap when I see the way youre living,
Walking in the night.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for thinking you can walk the middle line...
Better get wise.
You may think that you can live by your feelings,
Different every night.
But an emotional religion will crumble at our feet,
If were made to stand and fight.
Well, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose you side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Make up your mind.
Well, its too late for thinking you can walk the middle line...
Better get wise.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Please make up your mind.
Well, its too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
Yes, its too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Oh, its too late for walking on fences,
Time to choose your side.
Yes, its too late for flirtin with the darkness,
Please make up your mind.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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