Best Hedge Poems
Hear across my native soil,
The calling,
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance.
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and
Healings curing power.
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Written by Gail DeBole
on October 12, 2017
Untrimmed puffiness,
Whiteness blends with blueness -
Mother Nature's glory.
dunnocks and robins
paired up and nesting
winter moths active
When dreams lack resources
When someone invisibly forces
you to completely refrain!!!
When nothing can help you regain
It's right to break the hedge,
the barrier across your success verge...
When differences shape borders
When belief thickens terror
When being inhumane is rot
Even then if people stay sot
It's right to break the hedge,
the divisions to remind them our pledge...
When habits impose worst vicissitudes
When malice lingers in your attitude
When your self becomes foe
unfulfilled remains our vow
It's right to break the hedge,
this self arranged vicious edge...
In a dusty hedge apart
Leaves all blighted
A frail flower touched my heart
Once 'twas sighted
For her character was stitched
Not in clothes hem
Her inner beauty bewitched
From a sweet stem
My Spanish Needle, gold heart
Innocence true
Pure humility and art
Fed on rare dew.
handsome hedge
familiar smells of age
sprout new scents
The hedge sat quietly on the side street while people passed by on their daily chores
She bathed in spring and summer so sweet as red roses and campion grew by her side watching and listening while family's grew and died
Meandering colours of Persian jewels daisy's and buttercups she shelters sunflowers reach the sky protected from the northern bluster
Sometimes she would get a trim to her sides
As she grew even higher birds made nests or sometimes stop to rest or hide from the sparrow hawk
She would listen to children play and adults talk
Wondering what life would be like to live this way
And when you pass by take a thought for the hedge stands today like her brothers and sisters throughout the globe
And even in the cold of winter refuge can be found
In the hedge
Down where the Privet Hedge blossoms
And the burgundy running rose
We're not living in high cotton
Down where the Privet Hedge blossoms
There are many wild O'Possums
Secrets hidden in closets undisclosed
Down where the Privet Hedge Blossoms
And the burgundy running rose
Friday, May 09, 2014
Sponsor: Charolette Puddifoot
Contest: Irritate Me
Lord, you’ve put a hedge around me
I know
I’ve always felt it there….
Protecting me
I stand behind it
Looking over
The grass beyond is verdant
The other side a paradise to the sight
There is fruit there…luscious…fresh
Waiting to be tasted
Waiting to wet my lips with succulence
I peer through the hedge
Looking for an opening
A way of escape
I long to break free
To be alive
Unbound
But you have woven the branches tightly
I stand up
In pain
In need
I look over the hedge
I feel enclosed
Dying
Yet I know
I KNOW
You have built it around me
To protect me
You know my wayward heart
Longing…
You have done so
Because you love me
Because….you know
You KNOW
Out there…the grass is the same
It only LOOKS greener
Out there the fruit LOOKS fresh
Yet….it will rot…like all fruit rots
And I will remain…hungry
Yet, Lord, my rebellious heart
Is planning
Scheming
To wield an ax
And cut through
And run free
Please, Lord….
Make the hedge higher
Make the hedge stronger
Make my heart faithful
To You
The hedge of your love
My security
My salvation
From the pain
Of yet another broken heart
Make my heart content
To stay on this side
The safe side
The right side
Of the hedge of Your love
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Psalm 39: 4 - 10
For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O LORD, You know it altogether.
5 You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning,
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 Even there Your hand shall lead me,
And Your right hand shall hold me.
Enclosed around Almighty’s triumph-hedge
Comforted from frustrating downfall pain
Soul uplifted offers stewardship pledge
For praise-filled worship midst gratitude reign
Driven along service of great faith gain.
Secured inside great fortress* of truth fence
Heart is reproved against lurking pretense
While buttressed from skeptic mocking doubt
For serene bliss along pardon incense
Shared freely during times of reaching out.
*Psalm 91:2 I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
October 11, 2020
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hidden nest… feeding
collecting food… not insects
bad summer weather
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As part of our dissent-day hitch
We staged a protest in Greenwich
While one of this town
Tried putting us down
It’s great seeing people so rich
April 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 1-6
Key Verse – Job 1:10 Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING A HEDGE AROUND ME
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my soul
Along Your sovereignty’s pole
Upon Your supreme authority’s role…
Thus, I’m settled toward Your heavenly goal.
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my heart
Along Your compassion right from the start
Upon Your loving kindness that does not depart…
Thus, I’m protected from hatred-bitterness’ dart.
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my spirit
Along Your salvation far from hell’s destruction-pit
Upon Your eternal life’s record-writ declaring me divinely fit…
Thus, I’m assured by Your truth’s wit against everlasting split.
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my mind
Along Your Word where my well-being is designed
Upon Your immutability securing my commitment-bind…
Thus, I’m guarded against doubts and folly causing me to be fatally blind.
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my conviction
Along Your standard for my decision’s direction
Upon Your precepts’ instruction…
Thus, I’m guided in my service-function.
Thank You for making a hedge around me and my faith-productiveness
Along Your power of miracles’ blessedness
Upon Your ways full of impossibilities’ worthiness…
Thus, I’m geared for stewardship-effectiveness.
April 20, 2022
Terror…
Tearing as I tear in my foul
Darkness trying to torment my soul
I try to remember but I cannot recall
Everything seems like it is set to fall.
Almighty touch my hand and make me write
I know I have been wrong
This path that I follow let it be right
For I promise to croon your deeds tonight
And in that way I won’t fall on “his” shade.
I know Satan is set to make me wrong
But with your help the temptations won’t take long
I believe and trust in your Holy name
Because with you nothing will ever be the same
You have been with in my every move
Thanks father for your everlasting love
Days ago I thought I was alone
But days later your light was shone
My faith will never be the same again
For even If I fall I’ll live to bargain
You Lord have Lift off my load
Now I am ready to be your son and toad.
Chop, chop, crack, snap
Pull the stem firmly back,
Bend and twist, fold and weave, Then step back, admire, and leave.
Moving slowly along the line,
Fix recalcitrant boughs with twine, contemplative work and gentle strain, Ease the mind and calm the brain.
The birds fly down as if to see, What goes on, between tree and me. No mechanical trimmer here, thrashing twigs and hewing clear.
Working with the natural form,
with ancient tools, gnarled and worn. There is for me no better way,
to spend a bright cold winters day.