Fencing Poems - Poems about Fencing

A Balliol rhyme is a doggerel verse form with a distinctive meter. A quatrain, with a pair of couplets (rhyme scheme AABB), with four beats per line. Written by the poet who elaborates on their character, exploits, or predilections. Once was a bird who had enjoyed her timeless spend became annoyed when my new Tom bravely demands cat's pointed...

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April 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 19-24 Key Verse – Job 19:8 He hath fenced up my way… MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FENCING UP MY WAY Thank You for fencing up my way against selfish ambition Toward Your sure direction As You guide my decision For me to fulfill Your assigned function. Thank You for fencing up my way against...

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Someone has fenced in a portion of the meadow Laying claim to what Mother Nature has proscribed, Some folks bring displeasure with absurd bravado. Is he suggesting that part of the meadow, so described, Is forbidden for enjoyment by nature lovers like me? Seems like this certain neighbor has over-imbibed! Land ownership is only temporary, while nature is free Here to be...

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I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday. Feeling a thrill thinking of the pain he would have felt yesterday when he was poking me with his damned tools if I had been able to access my lava...

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Do you feel like you are are bound up in red tape and rules? That are strangling your initiative, Do you feel like you are wearing a strait jacket? That makes bending the rules even a little, A danger to your wellbeing. Do you feel lost and alone? As you wander around the fence line, Looking for a gate to...

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Two sticks by the oak Trimmed and prepared for battle On a grassy knoll On the playing field With one hand behind our backs Sticks cross left to right In the round we dance The fields sway, trees clap their hands We duel and laugh (Caleb and I playing in the front yard when he was 4 years old. Now we duel with...

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