Best Boundary Poems
Originating in the ‘Iron-Age’, they stand
as living history; a testament
to the craftsmanship of men of yore
built by hand, each stone
strategically placed one upon another
no mortar holds them, and yet
as our lands circulatory system
of boundaries
they’ve stood for centuries
arteries and veins of dry stone wall
flowing across the fields and hills
of the countryside
that is synonymous of rural England.
The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
My favorite time of day.
Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola
and then touching again.
He still felt her kiss and touch
on cheek and hand.
He smiled at the bundle.
Everything I need and more.
Sometime back a ways,
paddling easy in a light chop,
he had forgotten to worry about it.
What did doctors know.
Resting, he had taken a cookie
from the bundle and ate it,
looking at each bite before.
Dusk left him and the canoe went on,
paddle easy,
paddle strong, paddle easy, paddle strong.
Surely, he had crossed it by now.
And surely who gives a-
His sudden laughter startled a Great Blue Heron.
It flew up, its wings a miracle.
The man let the canoe drift
and looked to the beautiful darkening sky.
He took another cookie from the bundle.
I am ready.
I am ready.
Let history be the guidelines of our time to remain united.
Our border in the region is only if we do not go visit our neighborhood.
There is no barrier.
We are in Nusantara will remain united.
There is no race and religion that could disunite us.
Nature City
17 March 2015
Don’t kill the light’s
Too much is left on the table
Too much.
To leave
My life, the greatest fable.
Losing touch – lost belief
Tragic origins serve no excuse
Defended Resisted
Stubborn and vulnerable
All charity I refuse.
Another victim of societal abuse
Not willing – or even able
To see clearly
To unfetter and choose.
End.
Written December 08th 2014
Thinking of pastures and the playground,
Animals and the birds around.
Dying to meet his friends.
Who have been declared unlucky,
For not getting a chance to study.
With no love and no hate expression,
With a notebook and a pencil in possession.
He is lost in his dream world.
Of handsfree cycling and hoop rolling,
Of laughing, jumping and tree climbing.
He is scribbling hard and even harder,
To make himself even more smarter.
Concentrating on those unknown facts
Which seem to be meaning less.
And of course strange and pointless.
He always enjoyed playing schools'
When in school he hated those rules.
How he wishes to drop that pencil
And tell them that he wanted to play
With the toys made of wood and clay.
He is trying to play with a number
But seems to be lost in a slumber.
His heart beats beyond that Boundary Wall
Pretending to be happy in a class
Thinking of the exam he has to pass.
Random poem
By Archana Garg
Never.... can go out of
black, white, green, yellow, red....
boundary limits
Days, Months and Years all reach the end
Time takes them away without suspend
The rivers farewell the banks, head to the bay
Our planet never repeats the old pathway
Man survives by modifying the environments
Glorifying and glooming eras of history events
Beautiful stone cities have been demolished
In the seabed where artful palaces abolished
Day by day we endure the different sufferings
Even wealthy people’s life hangs on the string
Sickness and death shadow our life at anytime
Near dead body, the fresh flowers become dry
Since the breath allows us admiring blue sky
Let us recognize that Time rules our single life
Let us realize the boundary of good and bad acts
And be prepare to admit their inner impacts
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
(laoampilotwriter.blogspot.com)
In between her smile and happiness
There was a boundary
She smiled to spread happiness
Happiness was seeing others happy
In between her tears and sadness
There was a boundary
She cried when noone understood
Sadness was loneliness
In between her emotions and feelings
There was a boundary
Her emotions were her strength
Feelings made her weak
In between her past and present
There was a boundary
She learnt from past
Still her present never left past
In between her heart and mind
There was a boundary
Her heart was hers but never obeyed
Mind being right was never heard
In between what she is and was
There is a boundary
Society is the reason she is
Belief was the reason she was
*Everything has a reason*
Loved beyond measure or boundary
That's my definition of you
So deeply engrained, so profoundly
It cannot be other than true
My mind likes to drift and consider
Just what it would be if it was
And should that day come to fruition
I'll be ready for you when it does
Turning pieces face up we begin
picking out the straight edges.
Working to establish the margin
we fix the boundary, the outer edge
from where we follow patterns and lines
gradually revealing a picture,
framed to capture a scene that outlines
an observation frozen in time.
In life I begin from the centre
discovering what will fit with me,
interlocking, exploring outwards,
growing patterns that become my life.
I will find without need for margins
how I'm formed with you in a design
beyond the limits of a boundary.
I do not see the world through square eyes.
Our horizons are not limited,
together with others we connect
and exchange, joined to an adventure
that reveals what it means to belong
to be held by the Other – embraced.
But the puzzle is never complete:
later in life if I'm losing it,
puzzling over faces and places,
finding memories no longer fit,
I shall need that boundary, edge pieces
containing me among those I love.
Then when all is done and I am gone
it will be time to gather my pieces
in a box, archived yet unbounded –
unbounded that I may live as part
of God's eternal jigsaw of life.
Deal us a pack of cards, and we'll build a house
Leave us a legacy and we'll make ruins.
I stand upon the soul of my body
To stamp out even the dying spark ,
Retailing my love of beauty,
And buying more passion for pain...
Like the sparrow caught in a crevice-
The claw that holds it from falling
Is the one that's tearing away at its life.
Searching new pictures to define a new abrasion-
The love that refuses to loathe,
Festers to contain a mindless universe
In a burning, scalding, oozing wound-
The epicenter of sensation
And the boundary of existence.
What,
when it grows beyond full,
is also lost?
Time,
passion,
life,
and perhaps death,
and other mind embodied boundaries.
My room is warm and comforting and light
This feels like kindness , brings my skin delight
I remember being held in loving arms
And soothed by songs as sweet as any balms
Let the lamplight run across the eyes
Let them soften to a wider gaze
Let the hair be free from sprays too strong
Let the skin enclose us softly, strong
We can’t deny the skin is often pricked
Or beaten by a parent who’s too strict
More fragile than a leaf from any tree
This frail membrane is our boundary
Floating into sleep in reverie
I lose myself while God imagines me
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
Where the care and love of my mother prevail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
In time I shrieked into a craddle in tear
The spacious world during which I care and hail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
For freedom I crawled from the craddle I care
On to the wondrous world of life like a snail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
Bounded in a homestead so great as a fair
Till longing to free started pulling my tail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
Striding from my house to the world in despair
In far distant lands I wandered for a trail
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear
How large the boundary that we set and care
Longing for the freedom will raise from your jail
Do I need to break free from this nook I care?
As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear.
Honorable Mention in STRAND no 660,any theme,any form Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
of charmed eloquent refrain
and of delicacy obtain
I am still in awe
at the thought you are mine
at the Equinox of our follies
I am most assured
of your devotion
for you are liken to that of blossoms
for you are sought after with great accord
your beauty fills my heart
and causes my cup to over run
for you have no boundaries