Best Sitting On The Fence Poems
YES DEAR!
I have here an old solution
For conflict resolution
Not to mention domestic pollution
I say 'Yes Dear!'
When the situation is tense
With a subject like pounds and pence
To avoid sitting on the fence
I say 'Yes Dear!'
Though I sometimes feel sure I'm right
And would argue my point all night
That would really seal my plight
I confess Dear!
So winning my point I'll eschew
Won't debate 'til my face turns blue
I'll admit what you say is true
- More or less Dear
Famous men throughout world history
Would avoid conjugal misery
If they'd just given in to Her plea
And said 'Yes Dear!'
Julius Caesar would have stayed serene
In the senate missed a nasty scene
When his wife said 'your chariot needs a clean'
He'd said 'Yes Dear!'
Harold might have continued as king
Sent William home without a thing
But he paused when his wife gave a ring
Said: 'I'm a bit pressed Dear!
MacBeth would avoid so much strife
And live out a peaceful life
If he'd put off his ambitious wife
With:'Give it a rest Dear!'
Prince Albert a faithful consort
Gave Victoria his total support
And nine children - a major export
Said 'Jawohl I do mein best Dear!'
Louis 16th got everything wrong
Made his exit quite short, not so long
Told his wife in a touching swan song
'Must get it off my chest Dear!'
The Iron Duke was in no mood for dallies
'Let's give those French a pain in their bellies'
But when his wife said:'You'd better wear your wellies'
Said: ‘By God! Yes Dear'
For myself, to fight would be absurd
I think conflict is just for the birds
And I know I'll always get the last words
Those being 'Yes Dear!'
3 March 2019
Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Sitting on the Fence at Twilight
When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon.
Perching on our gray concrete fence,
I’d swing my brown legs to a happy cadence.
From my solid fortress, I could see
a daily circus of human activity.
On a single bicycle rode the Fabros, a family of four;
how they all fit, it was a mystery to be sure.
The street vendor, old Papito, would hawk his treats;
oh! those warm, sticky, honey buns and tamarind sweets.
Sashaying in her tight-fitting skirt of tomato-red,
Cousin Clarita balanced a green basket on her turbaned head.
Then came buxom Aunt Alfreda huffing and puffing by,
to give me a piping hot, home-made, savory meat pie.
I’d blow on it to cool it off first, just
before biting into the flaky, buttery crust.
As day soon faded into hues of twilight,
I’d spy the occasional shiny satellite,
a tiny, silver snail slowly revolving in the sky,
moving so silently above, way up high.
For a child of seven, this was such a wondrous time…
right until the old town clock chimed nine.
Then Mama would ring her bell calling me inside,
and I’d leave the stars still twinkling outside.
04-24-2018
Contest: An Early Childhood Memory
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placement: 3rd
Most people are like electricity,
they prefer to travel down the path of least resistance
They don't want to get involved too much,
they like to be bystanders, sitting on the fence
They don't really want things too hard,
don't wanna struggle like a salmon goin' upstream
Just make it easy for their decision making,
would like to get from here to there on a transporter beam
Get on that old beaten trail,
go down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
walking backwards will incur God's wrath
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna trick you
Beware: Satan's gonna be real persistent
Beware: the Trickster's gonna lie to you,
to lead you down the path of least resistance
Beam 'em up on that old beaten trail,
beam 'em down that worn out wide path
It's the easiest way to get to hell,
oh you will instantly incur God's wrath
Most people don't like to feel electricity,
it jumps on you lightning fast
And if you're not a quick thinker,
you will become a tale of the past
I was raised up the old fashioned way,
do what you're told, then you'll have your say
Be obedient, follow God's sacred rules;
move down that shining path, it's up to you to choose
Get off that old beaten trail,
don't go down that worn out wide path
Take a straight narrow road to heaven,
walk forward and one day you'll see God laugh
Beware: the devil's gonna wanna own you
Beware: get you to do what he wants you to
Beware: Satan's lurking in the distance,
so resist taking the path of least resistance
When the sun drops out of sight
On a full moon night
When the moon shines so bright
All across the night
With God creating this amazing sight
When we are able to just walk all through the night
Without any synthetic light to find our way
Then I think how God has put his blessings on display
In the most powerful way
Satan promises to take all that light away
If man should choose to play his way
Darkened like a no moon night
Your world plunged into fright
To spend eternity without light
That brings Gods world into sight
Gods people know the bible is right
The ones left sitting on the fence uptight
knowing deep inside
That Satan has taken you for a ride
Gods open arms waiting for all
Who will hear his mighty call
That do not wish to fall into the bowels of hell
Where your loved ones won't hear you yell
The smell of death and destruction
Will be your only smells
Satans trickery so full of lies
Trying to bring the world to its demise
It's never too late to demonstrate
Until now you were dealing with a fake
Our God who controls our fate
Will never make you wait
Look into your heart he is never far apart
Tell him you wish to be a part of his kingdom
That leads us to freedom
When we receive God into your heart
Then your life won't come apart
He gives us a fresh new start
Like a shooting dart
He will take Satan completely apart
In your new life, he restarts the important parts
Know the peace he brings
Every time he swings his might
He will light every step of your way
So you no longer will fear
The day when he will be coming back here
To deal with Satans hellish atmosphere
The time is near
He is waiting to hear from you today
So when you pray be sure to say
God is the light that lights up the night
He is the one to show you way
And that does not change
From day to day
I remember seventeen
living somewhere in-between
I saw the world as black and white
Sides were chosen then to fight
Now that I am sixty three
The world in gray is what I see
Gray in not a somber sense
It’s that I’m sitting on the fence
I can see both halves of whole
Healing a divided soul
Now the path is not so clear
For me to stumble, now I fear
Thinking back on seventeen
I was so innocent and clean
Conviction set the world I knew
Unlike a lifetime in rear view
YOU CAN GIVE YOUR BEST
Today’s stench in today’s society
Today’s filth in today’s leaders
Today’s corruption in today’s nation
Are the ill-results of yesterday’s ill-attention
Fathers, Mothers, Guardians and Teachers
Invest in today’s kids your fishes
From the seas of wisdom and knowledge
For they will soon be your treasure
In that great and glorious future
Instruct them to fear God
Teach them to detest drugs
Encourage them with your love
And preach to them moral excellence the more
For a child who is well brought up
Will make a nation well built up
Young treasures of the glorious future
Do not treasure any negative pressure
Resist, refuse and reject all attempts
Less you fashion a mere nation for your generation
Be a well of truth
Build a world of honesty
Show the fruit of piety
It’s a mark of integrity
Be a man of accountability
And a woman of transparency
Let your records score your ability
And let the books show that you are good
For when there’s fire on the mountain
They become your extinguishers like the fountain
Let justice reign
Let fairplay rain
For equality/equity
Is a laudable quality
In any qualitative society
Embrace the rule of law
For it is made for all
Don’t release a Barabbas and imprison a Jesus
Because to be above the law
Is to be above the lord
Do the right thing at the right time
Avoid short cuts that cuts short
Make your hay while the sun shines
Make your stitch in time
And save nine
Tread the extra mile
And paint others with a smile
Attend to what others ignore
By doing the work like they’ve never done it before
Don’t join in shedding blood
Just to get to Aso Rock
Play according to the rules
And be ready to accept gallantly
Victory or defeat
Exchange hands of fellowship with non-victors of today
For most winners of today were losers just yesterday
Don’t be seen behind the scene
And don’t hide
Because your country is your bride
Drive her pride
Sell her wares
And be spent for her defence.
By not sitting on the fence,
You can give your best
Omebe Rita
Windows of gold shone bright from the garden
The mist sits hovering on a slight white frost
The fox tracks in the frost visible, without a pardon
A blackbird and his wife sitting on the fence looking cold and lost.
The sun rises the windows reflect the coming cold winters day
The blackbird has spied the fox, so he’s not hopping down
The fox appears, hungry; he is after some new fresh prey
They spy each other the blackbird so black and his wife a dull brown
The fox sits he’s waiting a while, he appears to be in no hurry
The blackbird and his wife watch, with their heads on one side
Chattering away a flap of wings to say, we’re safe we need not worry
The fox just waits he watches blacky and his wife, and the fox her, he espied.
The sun rose high the golden window disappears and turned to dull black
The fox stands, he shakes his head, and he turns to walk away
The brown bird now happy the fox has gone hops down, she doesn’t look back
She hears her husband chattering; too late the fox has his breakfast for the day.
As the sun rises it shines on the windows that began as burning gold
A new day has started with new hope and promises anew
Never turn your back on the lessons learnt and common senses untold
The fox is waiting he needs to eat and his prey could be you.
© 8/12/2012 ~GG~
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
If lawyers get de-barred and clergymen de-frocked
Does it naturally follow and make sense
That electricians are de-lighted and cowboys de-ranged?
Need some answers, no sitting on the fence!
Can a motorist be de-fined, a balloon's mood de-flated
This silliness surely must stop
Do dead mailmen de-liver, are old ships de-ported
Better stop before I call a burly cop
Do musicians get de-noted, dry cleaners de-pressed?
Now hold on, I'm getting quite upset
Can models be de-posed, do tree surgeons de-bark?
Haven't heard any answers as yet
Do skirts get de-pleted, has your hair been de-parted?
This must be some kind of a plot
Artists quit by de-sign, symphonies de-compose?
I think about de's things a lot!
© Jack Ellison 2013
You should see my fence
It reaches up to my knees
And so am sure you are wondering why i have to sit on it
Like i should just choose the side i want to be
The good or the bad
It's that easy
Or so it seems
Am definitely not evil
That much i know about myself
Am good, i wear it well
Just ask the people that know me
Or maybe don't
Things may come up
On friday nights am always dipping my toes in those fires
They burn but they are fun
I go wild and crazy
Sometimes out of control
I know, it sounds like i need help
And then come saturday morning
Or lets say, saturday afternoon
Am a hangover mess
Then come Sunday
I like the sound of church bells
They make me feel so pure
Am always wearing my sunday best
On sundays
That day i get sanctified
And hope the same for the following days
Unless someone ticks me off
My little fence
Leaning here and there
Now i know why i can't fit in
If am not this, am that
Am a dress rehearsal
Which is a dangerous game
Am good but not evil
I sin but not that much
How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.
I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.
I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.
It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.
I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood
A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.
Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place
A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.
The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today
A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond
Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.
My pride is not of presidents
their monuments or halls,
I’m proud of the nation’s people
the working class with balls.
Owned forever by the bank
with interest rates so cruel,
looking in the showrooms
at things that make them drool.
Clothes are off the rack
never owning a new car,
taking home a case of beer
not drinking in a bar.
Watch the news with interest
voting their pocketbook,
high falooten nonsense
doesn’t get a second look.
America’s bone and muscle
with values of common sense,
standing firm on issues
not sitting on the fence.
I’ve been proud for centuries
of the farmer and the clerk,
knowing the ethic of America
is succeeding with hard work.
On a bench,where I sat waiting for heavenly inspiration,
as the yellow sun moves downward and slowly evaporating,
with my pen and note pad , I`m tuned to this inclination,
The blowing of thick summer dust is quite exasperating,
but its effects nullified by the whistling of the canary,
Alas!a bus stops suddenly,like a magic carriage,
And a psychedelic dame alighted carrying a black berry,
blood rushes to my fore head,making me lose courage.
This lady is captivating and rare in the sea of Pisces,
which makes me to adjust my Telescopic lens,
Her mesmerizing moves make me forget my present crisis,
as I lunge out to impress her without sitting on the fence.
She smiles with a snow white teeth as she approaches,
wooing and making this lady mine will stop all reproaches.
Sitting on the fence, as they say
Cannot make up my mind, on this day
I have treasures, I have hidden memories
I have archives, I have a past that follows
Old contacts, old pictures, old names, old rituals
I have those things that i've gotten attached too
They have accumulated over the years
They are hard to let go
It would hurt to leave them behind
Uncertainty, for the first time in my life
I fear the future
I don't know what to expect
I don't know what am going to lose
I don't have a long-term or a short-term goal
Am at a standstill
I look back and I like how emotional and comforting the past makes me feel
I look forward, and all I see is nothing
I look at today, with an unclear lense