Short Fencing Poems

Live barbed wire
Fencing nation from nation
Against locusts...

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bamboo zoo fencing, 
protecting, connecting -- joy
     to autistic boy




David Meade
10/28/2014...

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Pet droppings on upholstery
Roaches (they freak me out most preposterously)
Elevators that stall out 'tween floors unexplainably
Jello, most eighties music,  bigots, irresponsibility
Insincerity fencing for popularity...

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Some of them;
Fencing their fear by lies;
they know not,
but demolishing their fragile clay: 
Stone by stone,
Thread by thread.
Then walking through their way,
having nothing,
But sword of gloom
and Psalms of curse....

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That's all It may be 
but this has meaning
it's an evil clenching
a feeling: fencing
a battle of body and mind
but you're to decide

Something you read 
and you skim and skim
again and again
and your in pain
your stomach hurts
and you go insane
you hold in a laugh 
but not for long
you blank out...
and you walk away...

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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 
wooden and plastic swords.)...

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Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor
Honey in the wombs of flowers is wet 
Thorns of plants scare them like fencing saber
Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor 
In a season such none seems none's neighbor 
No norms to these hungry creatures are set 
Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor
Honey in the wombs of flowers is wet...

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Away in the garden
No plants are ill fed
The soil is perfect	
In all the raised beds

The fencing surrounds
All of the plants
But something burrowed
Who invited the ants

There’s chewing and clipping
At night while I rest
Just wait til’ I get
My hands on that pest

I fired the shotgun
To nab me a bun
Don’t mess with my garden
Run rabbit run...

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Man to Man
Standing tall
Forging a divide 
With their backs
 Fencing up a wall
While each man struggling
To erect a solid side
Thus hurling their words 
Over and above the sides 


Man to man 
With Each man
labouring to deliver their world
Through the conceived word
To as many a man
With a fertile heart
Sending each word
 as a weapon
to arm the man...

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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 grave
in a little period of masquerade game


- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram...

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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 views hid claw commands....

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l saw a note in the wind 
caught up in the fencing 
could it possibly be...? 
was it what I was sensing?

determined to have it 
I gazed up admiringly 
it was out of my reach 
fluttering enticingly

I spied a big number too! 
I was feeling quite heady 
my mind was in overdrive 
I had spent it already 

so it pains me to say
I was terribly mistaken 
instead of cash I retrieved 
a parking citation...

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the candle flicking forward
fencing the shadows
its like angelic moonlight
cocooned to its impassioned heat
expanding to surpass its limits
till the slow darkness resumes
autum's colors through the flame
as I submerge to a endless fall
visioning the psych of the flare's breath
welcoming me as it burns from hatred
the heat alight from amending nurturing
never to release the satisfaction
the emotions one never receives.....

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Paralysed by unfamiliar feelings, 
Wrapped in a cloak of grief 
The rigour mortis of emotion
Of Feeling
Numbing 
Strapping and harnessing 
Fencing in the soul 
No way out 
No one allowed in 
Cannot see no more 
Cannot cry no more 
Nothing matters any more 
World known is gone 
Too low to find peace
Too blind to see
Rigour mortis of the soul 
Is the saddest thing to feel
The greatest loss of all
Is not death
But what dies in us
When we live...

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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 the ground wounded I bled,
I died where I lay.
dismembered decayed Private 1st Class Daniel Ostrogoth,
dead frozen…"For a fly does not enter a closed mouth".






8/7/2019

For Romani Proverb Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward...

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Everyone around the world is gathered
at the arena as a sports person,
and an audience;
boxing, swimming, fencing, athletics,
weightlifting, soccer.....all the games
are present for enjoyment,
and for the audience to behold.
Flags of different colors and designs
dance in the wind, as the Olympic
torch burns day and night,
to keep the Spirit of Olympics
alive.
Every participant is ready to shine
for his country;
to shine for his name;
to shine for glory!...

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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 around;
With jump ropes, balls or chalk,
We entertained ourselves with no one
Watching like a hawk.

That freedom now does not exist
In suburbs or the city
And looking back, I have to say
It really is a pity....

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INFINITY

Welcome to the world…

‘finite’ humans trying to understand an ‘infinite’ God
He has a game plan which is not our own
the only constant in our lives-alone
at all times, through all things
always faithful, His love He brings
the stowaway on Satan’s ‘bus’
erecting invisible fencing, avoiding mistrust
only through His mercy, power and grace
can we ever win our soulful race
‘finite’ humans trying to understand an ‘infinite’ God

Welcome to the world…....

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At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.

I stand and watch
the little spiders
coming out to play
in smooth fur jackets - 
first, a game of tag
and then a fencing game
with slender long legs.

Soon they will spread out
and scurry around in the hunt for food;
raising neck hairs and bring shrieks of terror
as they intimidate nervous children and wives....

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Dogs are not safe,
Many stolen,
Broken hearted owners,
Prey they come back,
Most stolen for puppy farming,
Some stolen for dog fighting,
Many types of vehicle used,
White transit vans the most,
Check for markings on your property,
You then know yours is chosen,
Hight fencing extra locks needed,
In the garden stay with them,
Take care when taking walkies,
Be vidulent stay public,
If a vehicle stops those inside watching your pets,
Keep on walking and call the police...

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Walls too high, above the grasses I see
Walls above my eye, below the world of me
Fencing my eye, lions of grey roaring
Reaching the sky, birds of prey soaring.

Walls of lamentation are memories of war
Galls of incantation are cairns in jar
Facing the wailing walls are men of tears
Groping for simping halls are women of fears.

Walls of life, memories in time
Walks of life, melodies in rhyme
Love from wells, portrait of loving souls
Waters in wells, vignette of redeemed souls....

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The ego of the atheist,
himself the standard bearer
Where power of a mortal mind,
inflates beyond repair

His facts he weds intensely,
dimension fencing in
What’s not explained, he must profane,
all emptiness within

Whose formulas and strictures,
his Rosary to proclaim
What can’t be solved, new facts resolve,
dismissive in his shame

The ending predetermined,
his choices lock the door
Alone, his dialectic dies
—naked to implore

(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)...

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