Fencing Poems

God directs us toward His mission-work through His command
While He ushers us by His prudent hand…
In obeying His mandate of sovereign demand
For our commitment to stand while building lives in the promised land.

God directs us toward His mission-work through His...Read More

In the world

There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life

There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body

There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of...Read More

     At the enthralled hour of All Hallow's Eve,
the night in frenzy clangour turns ghostly gray. 

     Billowing clouds slowly swirl in anger
round the formidable, full mysterious blood-red moon.

   ...Read More

Ancient  Block

Times you are amusing

Fencing off heads

Away from their ideas

Making breeze without the wind

Oftentimes you awful

Being mean and breaking wills 

Spewing words without no thoughts

Making faces while freezing phrases

Othertimes you send your gaps 

Inside thoughts and makeshift phrases

Making one frenzy

As...Read More

I am one of those. At one time I had eighteen dogs.
None from the same litter. I neuter and spay my animals.
Here is the thing. I am an elementary school counselor
And I cannot bring children home,
Even though I want to...Read More

I stuck a needle in my eye- I cried,
the soldier stuck a sword, in my heart nearly died.
Our fencing duo, our battle stride, 
Each step I countered I led in pride.

I stuck a needle in my eye- I'm blind.
Falling to...Read More

Father my Heraldry to charge;
You're a shield, my shield...O' God
And you impaled me;

With your two coats of arms;
Placed side by side;
Father, you often fall by on, you impaled me;

Father, you pierce me with a sharp instrument,
Your Son Jesus has impaled...Read More

The reality be told, it was not long past
Flabbergast by an unfold from my minds vague vast
In the reflections of the accounts of my youth 
As several echo’s formed claiming to be truth
Must be fabricated. They’re so over the top...Read More

Dad had threatened for some time to reclaim the land behind the shed,
where rubbish over many years, had stockpiled but now instead
of being easy to be shifted; blackberries, docks and thistles grow,
entwining history of ours - and you know we...Read More

Georgie by some, Blood and Guts by others,

Each badge, sister Nita always honors,

Olympics of 1912, he entered,

Running and fencing what made him preferred

George made General in 1940,

Elevated twice in one month only,

Piloted to deploy his armory,

Africa’s push seen as a...Read More

Love will always
mark itself out in the local of our eye,
but
our local is a lie. 

our love has crossed oceans,
bent the bend of a horizon
thousands of times over
the head we have of it.

our local is our meaning,
our value held to...Read More

See that grand majestic old tree.
He or she, inhales, carbon dioxide and breathes out: 
Now for us humans, life given clean oxygen.
Stout roots run deep, holding God's earth.
Also, with you, we were taught our first lesson. 

Animals take shelter upon...Read More

Tae Kwon Do, gymnastics,
Swimming, piano and ballet,
Music, baseball, fencing,
An activity a day.

Such a far cry from my youth - 
If mem'ry is my guide,
When school was done, we had a snack
And met our friends outside.

On skates or bikes we got...Read More

microsoft dictation poem part two 

When to the house
 and your lunch
 had a good lunch 
when the two D. Meyer 

we are only eight at the red cross 
to the I had a BLT 
center with each 10 home...Read More

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...Read More

Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
.
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired and silken...Read More

against the immense triumph there is freedom
shaped by the mire of fencing at its best
most of life is but a test
tragedy in its commodity
we travels so far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands to the plough
I...Read More

NOT PERFECT
God, my life is an open book and you wrote it
I am sticking to your script, sometimes am overly neurotic
But I pray you give me a sign
My ways are so dark,  give me a sun
I am too blind...Read More

            IN THE MOMENT

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I know this may surprise some of you.
Not all.
It’s not going to surprise my besties.
But for others,
Let me be the bearer of a
Little surprise nugget of
Information.
I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE.
Some of my obsessions are:
Have as many grandchildren as I can, as...Read More

Without fencing, she tended her vegetable garden.
An openness rested in an unknown place.
A fragrant, floral scent rendered her pardon,
as well as a monarch butterfly's chase.

His wings so free, a challenge for seizing,
her legs took off beyond the unexplored.
He held a...Read More

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  straight jacket,
That makes bending the rules even a little a danger to your wellbeing.
Do...Read More

I believe, 
That which I've been told
Has come to mean
A different role
You speak to me
As if I'm not there
The ghost in the belltower
The wind in your hair
But I stand here as witness
To the carnage that unfolds
In the wake of words...Read More

I see two lovers kissing, one face missing,
a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog,
a brandy glass, balloons like someone's arse
change shape when all things come to pass.

Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads,
a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe,
those...Read More

I don’t know which part of me
I have come to fear
but the clash bang of the hammer
resounds within my ear

All my enemies they beset me
and in the flicker of TV’s gaze
I can feel the cold chill whistling
breathing from a thousand...Read More