Exploring Your Options
What side do you stand on,
In the midst of change?
Or have you chosen a comfortable position,
In which to remain sitting on the fence.
In the hopes that doing so,
Will convince time to let you go...
Ignored.
There are clear divisions and splits,
Beginning to exist.
And a straddling of a fence,
Will not permit a sitting to stay comforted.
What side do you stand on,
In the midst of change?
Or have you chosen a comfortable position,
In which to remain sitting on the fence.
In the hopes that doing so,
Will convince time to let you go...
Ignored.
Without exploring your options.
And those you still have!
But not for too long.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting On A Fence
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense in fighting
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense at all
Sitting on a fence is a man who strokes his twenty beards
Sitting on a fence is a man who drink real ale
But the real problem with this man
Is he says he cant when he can
Hed rather not get his hands dirty
Hell still be there when hes thirty
I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And Ive just worked out that Im falling apart
Sitting on a fence
Sitting on a fence is a man who looks up to his guardian
Sitting on a fence is a man who swings from poll to poll
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees both sides of both sides
Sitting on a fence is a man who looks down on opinion
But the real problem with this man
Is he says he cant when he can
Hes rather not get his hands dirty
Hell still be there when he is thirty
I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And Ive just worked out that Im falling apart
Sitting on a fence
song performed by by Housemartins
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I Will Wait
Behind the tomato fence
I sit as quietly as Sunday
waiting for her to come
and hum me Camelot,
where I have won a showdown
with the red wasps that stole
her ruby nectar.
But the only sound I hear
are the flirty chirps of sparrows,
and the only thing I feel
is air.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
And when I catch sight of her
I know I'll gasp just like I always do.
She steals my heart away in chunks you see,
but she will blow me off
not even noticing I am here
worshiping her shimmer.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
Meanwhile fragrant basil
smiles my mood,
and rosemary is drying.
There is an eye full of brightest brilliant blue,
and a crescent of white moon dying.
Here I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
poem by Sara Fielder
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The Other Greener Pasture
that is the usual case
when you look over the fence that you just built
your eyes gaze to the other side
greener than yours
i mean, the grass, not the greenness of your iris
if you could have built a higher fence
so that you can narrow your gaze
within the four corners of your walls
and live this life that is all yours to own
you could have been happier here
but life is not meant to be
just that
four walls, a higher fence, taking all that come
sitting down
and breathing the air inside
the lungs
which until now have not seen the
rays of the sun
play the game
climb a tree
try jumping over your fences
it is only then when
you realize
that after all
your grass has always been
greener
your air more fresh
your fence most stable.
after all you got a poodle
a rose, a butterfly, a bird,
and this PC
that knows how to write poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Politely Ignored Sensitive Issues
topics dangerous not boring
topics taboo change with time
topics modern 9/11 heated
topics old simmer fade off agenda
or erupt renew in hybrid forms
opinions are often cheque banked on
thus once also was the issue of slavery
some gained wealth through the chains
brutality inflicted upon unfortunate others
most politely ignored a sensitive issue
safety sitting upon their neutral fence
while a few enlightened minds risked
all in dreams of freedom
believing slavery to be wrong
prepared to pay freedom
financial blood or life cost.
The issues change faces
the risks still impale
victim sacrificed flesh.
Such is life
gross indifferent preach
without empathy
while sitting upon
neutrality fence
without a care.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Not On This Side Of Your Fence
Your backyard is in shambles!
And you peer over my fence,
With attempts to convince me...
Your life is one that is more advantageous,
Than the one in peace I live?
One without conflict that exists?
One I enjoy just the way it is?
And you say this is what I am missing...
A chaos I've have long dismissed,
And,
From your point of view...
I am in need of more of it?
Is this your way,
Of asking for assistance...
To help turn on your light switch?
One of us has a need to wake up.
And in my world...
Your world is not invited!
That darkness you provide,
Will not on this side of 'your' fence reside.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over There
The fence is long and high where we love
You cant see the other side where they live
Ive spied with my little eye
And Ive sighed with my little sigh
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
This is the fence that turns one into two
I want to break through but Im though if I do
Ive tried with my little try
And Ive cried with my little cry
But it seems that the gate holds the only clue
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive though again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
[brilliant solo from stan the man]
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
song performed by by Housemartins
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False Appearance
The grass is always greener on your side of the fence
although it doesn't appear that way.
When you cross to the other side of the fence
it becomes as clear as day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Warmer Side Of Cool
(jack hues)
Well Im sitting on a hillside
On the warmer side of cool
With the future laid before me
Like a green and misty jewel
And to climb above the tree line
Is only for the fools
So they say
So they say
Chorus:
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
On the warmer side of cool
Being cool its so easy to be cold
Well Im sitting by the seaside
On the warmer side of cool
With the ocean spread before me
Like a blue and misty jewel
And if I jump into the water
Would an angel break my fall
So they say
So they say
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
Im sorry if I offend you
If Im a little bit intense
But I never did intend us
To be sitting on the fence
And even though Im guilty
Of making total sense
Im happy when its all
On the warmer side of cool
Repeat chorus
It aint cool to be cold
song performed by by Wang Chung
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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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Humbug
Across the fence we stand on looking;
Nevertheless, I can see your glances,
hear your talks, smell your presence,
feel the currents and taste the essence
of your vision, in thought, part by part
and the response I got to my dart.
Notwithstanding the fence, we’re not apart.
Over the fence we do yet communicate.
Corporals are fenced to ensure chastity;
Any fence to forbid sexual amity?
Then why is all this humbug?
10.04.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fast and Furious
Fast and furious,
Are the hypocrites jumping...
From one side of the fence to the other.
If not comfortably sitting on it,
To spew contradictory conflict...
Slipping from either side of their mouths.
People like this are only about division.
And those who slither behind them spineless.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There As Protection
What do you know about liars?
'It seems they are inconvenienced,
By the truth! '
And,
How about those who are honest and truthful?
'Well,
It appears not many are defended or befriended.
And popular they are not.'
Don't you think you are being a bit cynical?
'You get to be my age...
You call it as you see.
And can afford to leave these things,
To manifest on its own.'
Whose side are you on?
Where do you stand?
'You see the Sun?
That's the side I am on.
And in a few moments,
You are going to witness...
Me getting to my feet from a sitting position.
And moving as far away from you as possible.
Even with peace of mind,
You have proven...
Nothing one has is kept and guaranteed,
To be there as protection 'all' the time! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untitled 22
been quite a time
i stayed inside of myself
probing what i am, and then
the time comes for change
i must go out of myself
and find who i am, i must
answer the questions of my heart
without the help of my mind
letting go what i feel, and
not telling, just like puffing smoke
to the air, alone, without you,
not saying anything, to the sun
it is like sitting on the side of the road
where all others stand and wait, and
you ask me, 'what are you doing? '
and i tell you, 'Nothing! ', and then
you go your way as i stay merely
looking, loafing, nothing to do.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Redundancy Enjoyed
'...i began to discover these scenes,
and repetitious themes in my mind.
as if there was a permanency i would miss,
if they did not exist!
i had to break away to find another way,
to revitalize misspent energies.
if i did not...
a darkness allowed would descend,
from clouds i seeded.
did i need that?
did i wish my steps to continue to wet,
and soak in rain?
or did i want to feel sunshine...
without complaints,
sitting quick to pick...
effortlessly...
with no achievement gained.
to leave me to sift through conflicts i'd woo! '
Many are still straddling the fence.
Trying to make sense,
Of relentless nonsense.
Easily found...
With an ignorance 'cloned',
And often clowned!
Of course,
This 'resourcefulness' has been there
For quite sometime.
Seeking explanations to define...
Why such stunted satisfactions,
Leaving the uninvolved feeling fine!
Many witness and approve...
Undo welcomed visits with grief.
As if in competition...
To seek a life that's 'pleathered',
And goldleaf!
Nothing genuine or original is sought.
Especially if it takes,
A mind that stretches with fresh thoughts!
There is a redundancy enjoyed...
Locked inside these shallow boxes.
Sitting or pacing in trots,
Are those daily out foxed.
Thrilled to hop scotch...
Through obnoxious pity plots!
There is a redundancy enjoyed...
Locked inside these shallow boxes.
And applying a fresh coat of pettiness,
In a cycle to achieve...
An exposed nothingness believed correct,
And perfected!
Many are still straddling the fence.
Trying to make sense,
Of relentless nonsense.
Easily found...
And with an ignorance 'cloned',
In a desperation clowned.
Joking until the last door to them is closed...
Knocking only then with a seriousness,
To begin again on paths chosen to walk.
With intention and not pretense,
That came and stalked.
Decades ago...
When these movements of purpose,
Should and did then
Without cloak or daggered mystery to expose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Love of Life I've Come To Know
I did not come to know love,
To rid myself of it to hate.
I did not choose to unlock a door...
To then escape by building a gate.
I did not hop a fence,
To convince anyone I could run.
I did not come to face the truth,
To allow what I've learned to be undone.
I did not concentrate,
To then refuse comprehension.
I wanted and sought more to understand...
And stand to feel the Sun upon me come.
I did not come to know love,
To rid myself of it to hate.
I did not choose to unlock a door...
To then escape by building a gate.
My choice,
Was not to hide but decide my voice I'd share.
To say those things I felt and meant,
From a caring awareness I had to declare.
I did not hop a fence,
To convince anyone I could run.
I did not come to face the truth,
To allow what I've learned to be undone.
I did not earn anything,
With a purpose to throw it away!
Or someday myself betray.
Not to sacrifice this love of life I've come to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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jumping to the other side of the fence
i always love the thought of jumping
to the other side of the fence
where the grass is greener
and the air is fresher
my heart beats for all the excitement
when i will be there
on the other side with you
i ask if you will walk beside me
when i am there finally
but you did not say a word
i know i am not welcome
but i still dream of going there
for other possibilities of loving
and be loved without any condition
at all, not necessarily you,
i am a fast learner, you know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fencing
fence out despair
it does nothing good for the grass on the yard
fence in hope
for they are like finches that feed on the grains
to include the wastes of the kitchen
fence out doubt
they do nothing but crowd the room
like uninvited guests
who always ask for glasses of wine
though you want to close out
but they always persist in drunkenness
fence it love
you know what it can do to your bed
and the linens
and the bathroom
it gives you a sense of beginning
a feeling of eternity
when you have forgotten how to moan
fence out loneliness
you know how it destroys you
and deprives you of much needed sleep
when your eyes sink
like boats in the whirlpools of madness
but at any rate when these fenced out matters
still remain
such as the loneliness that you cannot drive away
or the doubt that still cling like dusts in the furniture
no matter how you dust them away
or the despair that appears like blood stains
in your pastel green carpets
well, why not be with them
and make them feel that they are at home with you
perhaps
they mean no harm
they do nothing
except to make you feel
that you are not alone
that happiness is a freak
that life is like all these
whole in sadness
undefeated in our psychological wars
that after all
they are your sources of strength
the tests of your mettle.
welcome them
after all they have nothing to stay
except in your
house of realities.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Between Dances
(craig bickhardt/barry alfonso)
Theres room at my table, why dont you pull up a seat
The musics inviting but Im staying off of my feet
The floors getting crowded, but I dont wanna take part
I bet you can guess its got something to do with my heart
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
The partners are chosen, look at them waltzing away
The tempo gets slower, closer and closer they sway
Ive had my moments when I could get lost in the sound
But when the song ended the one in my arms let me down
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
Have you been in my shoes
I search your eyes for signs
Will you remain, remember my name
After its closing time
I could sure use your company now
But dont be mistaking my smile
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
Im only in between dances
Sitting it out for a while
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Uninvolved But With Kept Expectations
Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
And whatever has not been put into practice,
Gets the ax.
Today...
This is not just an opinion.
Today this is a fact!
Pouters and mumblers can take two giant steps,
Backward with the others...
Who have spent their lives,
Living in a 'they' and a 'them' mentality.
Few doubters are left sitting on any fence,
Unconvinced...
Cemented ideals can and will be bulldozed.
A hand reaching to leech from the sidelines,
Uninvolved but with kept expectations...
Discovers,
Eventually...
How quickly to others it can disappear.
It is suggested,
That the inhalation done with deepened breaths...
The scent of reality,
Will quicken one's awakening...
From the strongholding grasp of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psywar
let me see
what side of the fence
shall you
take?
let me tell them
what you are
and what they did to you
that you do not
like
let me see both of you
in a state of war
let me see if you come
back to me
and then i will also know
what side of the
fence shall i take.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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