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...

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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...

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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...

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I wonder if everyone
has a most dreaded dreamed
nightmare worst way 
to conscientiously drop wrong dead.

Mine is claustrophobi-recallish buried
half alive at best is worse
in a wooden rough pine crate.

I'm feeling angry with those who raped,
then buried me black in here,
because I no longer have commercial value
in...

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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...

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Never.... can go out of 			
                                    black, white, green, yellow,...

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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...

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Why do we call lack of boundary issues,
boundary issues?

Why do we call oppositionally engrained
and deep-rooted ego-supremacist instincts,
oppositional disorder?
rather than competitive-dominant WinLose order?

Why do we call lack of WinWin ecopolitical direction,
ambivalence?
rather than equivalence?

Edgy margins of discovery
multiply bilaterally,
co-laterally,
both economic and ecologic collateral
healthy investment and unhealthy divestment
searching Tipping...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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What,
when it grows beyond full,
is also lost?

Time,
passion,
life,
and perhaps death,
and other mind embodied boundaries....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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