Isn’t our life a clever game of chess,
Where chance and actions equally pay
We can’t approach life like a naïve amateur
Each move be cautious for success to pave way
Some ties, though broken need to be mended
When a crack forms, it can be fixed with cement
Every dissension or hurt do not deserve goodbye
With a little effort, some bonds, we can easily mend
When ego masquerades as dignity or self- respect
One is hesitant for a compromise or reconciliation
A humble word or a kind gesture can heal a hurt
They can easily pave way for instant reparation.
Some relationships are extremely toxic,
Where one longs for a permanent liberation.
There, the bridge is to be burnt down,
Without any qualms or the slightest hesitation.
Life is all a question of sound selection.
If one makes choices that are dependable
One can effortlessly chart one’s way to success
Mend fences worthy and burn bridges ignoble.
“To be or not to be”, was Hamlet‘s sole question.
We’ve a common conundrum, that’s my confession.
Burn bridges or mend fences, in my discretion…
I stand above them, pistol heavy in my hand.
They cringe before me, she’s sobbing and he’s unmanned.
My mind’s really roiling, though my expression’s bland…
She surely did me wrong, there’s truly no dispute,
In flagrante delicto, they cannot refute.
Leaves me such a dilemma, achingly acute…
The Lord tells us “Vengeance is mine, I will repay!”
Also “to forgive is divine” didn’t he say?
How is a mere mortal to decide the right way…
But wait! “Nature weeps”, a pathetic fallacy
As “either or” is just a false dichotomy
In reality both are merely sophistry…
Should I mend the fence? Overly optimistic.
Should I burn the bridge? Aptly apocalyptic.
There is another choice, neatly nihilistic…
My attention was caught, resolution was sought.
The decision was fraught, it’s a Gordian knot
Hamlet’s vexing question solved with a single shot…
New intent nicely teased, and tension slightly eased.
My mind now appeased, prior predicament ceased
With resolve swiftly pleased - the trigger slowly squeezed…
Mend white fences until you see
Harm in lies neglect denim deceit
As one crying wolf in dark night surprise
Is beast in sheep clothing evil disguise
I tend to lend empathetic emerald ear
Until there’s a reason for caution fear
Narcissistic people cause much pain
Drop them they’re toxic as acid rain
Then burn those bridges fire red
Don’t forget they get in your head
With twisted hearts and black greed
Don’t be a victim instead break free
When I re-broach a pressing, unresolved issue,
I wish you’d engage me in productive, fair debate
instead of withering me with sarcasm.
When did your seeming love for me morph into hate?
When I can’t do whatever you ask of me
“Right NOW,” I wish you would patiently wait.
I wish you wouldn't rudely foist your duties off on me.
You know I already have a full plate.
I wish you would stop treating me as your underling.
I long to be valued, as your equal, your cherished mate.
Please mend fences. Don't force me to leave
and burn bridges behind me. It will soon be too late!
Peace is found when people come to their senses
Stop the bickering and contentious debates
Words of anger fortify our defenses
Peace is found when people come to their senses
We should make restitution and mend fences
Arguing is one of our worst human traits
Peace is found when people come to their senses
Stop the bickering and contentious debates
On a fact finding mission, I traveled one day
Observing obstructions that got in the way.
I found, when I wandered too close to the hole,
I kicked loose the gravel and cankered my soul.
And, sometimes, I wounded some helpless one
Who hollered and scolded until I was gone.
"Forgive me," I offered. "I really am sad.
I hope to see good and put stop to the bad.
I know I've offended. I fell when I tripped.
No injury was intended, I'm sorry I slipped!"
"You really are careless! You ought to be flayed!
Get out of here mister!" But, somehow, I stayed.
The ranting and raving had gone to my heart.
I truly was sorry, but I still couldn't part.
I want to mend fences. I want to fix things.
I want to relate to all positive dreams.
I even am grateful for hurting and woe.
I accept of life's sorrows. But,
The Blame's got to go!
Smoke rises in every direction,
staining blue skies with pale shades of grey;
Molten coals--they deliver convection,
to the meats laid an orderly way,
busily emanating aromatic bouquets.
Termed 'Barbecues' or 'Pickin's--by plain folk,
toiling sunrise till often sunset;
to dispense the real magic in hot smoke,
produced by mere gas or briquette,
and the labors of pure human sweat.
In the end, wafting smoke teases senses,
anticipating succulence traced;
to 'cookouts' that sometimes mend fences,
tween those who oft gather in haste,
for that scent of 'the good life,' in taste!
My God is a cowboy and even likes to fish
To ride for Him daily is truly my wish
He was born in a barn, rode hard every day
fightin' ole Satan and chasin' down strays
He can calm a stampede, rope a whirlwind, save the herd
and do it all gladly, with only His Word
He can mend fences and heal busted hearts
and can round up even the smallest broken parts
His brand's on the cattle on a thousand hills
He hung on a cross to pay all our bills
He's gone home to build new bunkhouses and stalls
with new feather quilts and gold on the walls
He'll be back for a final roundup riding a white horse
I'm saddled and ready; spurs a jinglin' of course
My God is a cowboy it's certainly true
For Him I rope and ride, now how 'bout you?
I hear the pain of friends,
I hear lyrics on the radio,
I see images in movies,
I remember.
Friends who have lost
Loved ones without a chance,
A chance to say goodbye,
To mend fences,
To heal wounds,
To make peace,
To say “I love you”
One last time.
Melodies of remorse
Play discordant tunes
Images flash by on screens
Gone dark
Lights, camera, no actions
But not for me,
No lost words,
Pain, yes,
But no regrets.
I had the chance
To say goodbye
To mend fences
To make peace
To say “I LOVE YOU”
And to hear those
Sweet, precious words.
A final parting gift
As angels beckoned him home.
Take care to heal the wounds,
Mend fences,
Make peace,
Don’t live with the regret of
Lost words.
No one is pariah,
we learnt from Maya.
Admit a mistake,
lighten your heart.
Respect others like self,
don’t be over smart.
Shown a kindness,
smile and restart.
Make good friends,
on life’s journey cart.
Mend fences with fellow beings,
check the drift apart.
Spread the message of love,
on your part.
Morrow never comes,
now may start.
Seeking divine guidance,
learn the beautiful art.
Wisdom learnt grows,
to others when you impart.
Persevere and stick,
to goals you chart.
Leave some footprints,
before you depart.
Caged birds they sing
notwithstanding times apart.
My friend is gone
Gone to where spirits reside
I never told him how I felt about him
We always assume people leave for ever
Life is short
Love while you can
Be kind while you can
Give regret no chance
The fruit of lateness
Mend fences while you can
My friend is gone
I wish I showed him love while he was alive
If your friend is alive
Don’t take him for granted
Humans don’t leave for ever
Love while you can
Show kindness while you can
Don’t be late.
I love you Petey Green
Rest in peace.
Earth trots
Behind the meandering
Leashed by their anxieties
And we in silence
Cannot tell of our perplexities
This age
Is too politically correct
And will not stand
Such truths
There is no lattitude for correction
No urgency
To mend fences
'Fore the frivolous forays of destruction
The seeming acquisition of intellect
Is nothing more than brawn of tongue
Defending the flimsy vulnerabilities
Of hoisted egos
A status quo of exhibitions
The panting tongue
Exalting empty ambition
Tempestuous slobbering
It is such a sensitive subject
Our fragile self esteem
And the earth
At dog school.
Time lost,
Can't buy it back,
At any cost...
Idle hours in dreamy dreams
Remake the world
By any means
I somehow got lost,
I sit by the side of the road,
Don't know which way to go,
Seems I was never told,
What it's like,
To be alone and old
And now there's no one to ask,
What should be, my final task?
Mend fences?,
Explore new worlds?
Or curl up and die,
Spend my last days,
In one last, long cry?
I know I will die alone,
No one nearby,
A silent phone...
I accept this fate,
I knew this before
I was born,
How life would be,
And how I'd be worn
My first smile,
And my last,
Will be the shadow
I have cast
I had my days
Of glory and love
Now it's time
To face the Lord above.
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