Best Fortifications Poems
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
Categories:
fortifications, beauty, desire, devotion, dream,
Form:
Ode
There is power in His word
A power beyond comprehension
He strengthens hearts
And blesses souls with His fortifications
He reinforces armies
Those who know His grace
He increases the very angels
With His kindness and mercy
He is far better than we can say
He is a God that brings salvation
And gives our dreams a second chance
With His abiding love and presence
There is power in His love
A power felt by our hearts and souls
His love shines brighter than the moon and stars
Reflects more hope than even the sun
Fills my thoughts with everything good
Reminds the wise that they’re understood
Because He is wisdom beyond our perception
He is grace that provides a way for salvation
He is thanks that breathes light across the spirit
He is the One who died and was resurrected
Filling up the heart with a faith that is alive
A kindness that will survive and a praise
That colors all the world in inspiration and love
There is power in His Son
The One who came to bring us hope
And faith that is a living word
From the light of God’s one and only Son
Love that lives beyond the feeling
It is a second chance, the way, the truth
The life that is indwelling… deep within
Where we can worship Him again and again
For all the joy that He brings with Him
When He enters a heart and fills up a soul
With His Holy Spirit… His gentle love
The Hope for a heaven that will come
Because He gave up His life, was the sacrifice
For the sin that taunts and haunts
Reminds us all that we’re so unworthy
Of the One who calls us His children
The One who saves us and amazes us
With His gift of peace, love and unspeakable joy
The assurance that He is all we’ll ever need
If we simply accept Him and always believe
He is the One who came into this world
To free our souls and give us a second chance
To become the children of God
Share the place at His side
Where we’ll always reside – alive
Because He has come into this world
And survived all that we’ve done
Even death on a cross – three days in the grave
And then the resurrection, the reminder
That He is truly Love… from above!
Categories:
fortifications, faith, god, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
I was in-processing my Army unit in Germany when the fortieth anniversary of D-Day happened; but, alas, I couldn't leave. I wanted so much to be there to meet the old surviving veterans, to shake their hands and hear their stories. I had read accounts of D-Day-- June 6th, 1944. I had already seen several times the film The Longest Day, based on the book by Cornelius Ryan.
Eventually my family followed me back to Germany, and we later took a vacation that included Normandy.
We visited Sainte-Mere-Eglise, and I pointed out the manekin of Private john Steele--the paratrooper that had gotten stuck on the church's steeple.
We visited the upper German fortifications of Point Du Hoc, where Army Rangers fought their way up impossible cliffs.
We paid our respects at the US war cemetery on Omaha Beach, and my sons and I walked where so many Americans had died to free Europe.
My wife was very somber and respectful at these sites; she is French, and grew up hearing stories of the German occupation.
I often still watch on June 6th either The Longest Day, or Saving Private Ryan, and try to imagine my forebears on those beaches.
Categories:
fortifications, beach, remember, soldier, vacation,
Form:
Narrative
Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden
But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech,
Speech which bears not triviality of common silence
No, it bears not the triviality of the banter of the common man
My pen bleeds speech which awakens tyrants imbued with cold hearts of stone
To the consciousness of the humanity they abhor, for we are born equal
My pen bleeds stanzas which lend themselves as supporting pillars
To the weary cause of the common man,
Urging them not to despair but to fight on, for fortune favours only the brave
My pen bleeds the emotions which lie inert in the depths of my heart,
Emotions borne out of my will for a better tomorrow
My speech is the blazing sword which pillages the fortifications of social stratification
I do not mean to blow our trumpets
But as poets our worths exceed silver and gold,
It is boundless.
Categories:
fortifications, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Stone elongated nearly 4 thousand miles,
across the country of china, smiles.
The 16th century would see many small,
fortifications become a great wall.
The long wall's surface area is massive,
thus far, nothing man made has surpassed it.
Born of earth, gravel and stone,
passed down and extended to protect many thrones.
Still, invasions were a common act seen,
by you, great wall, through many passings.
The Qin dynasty united china's states,
the Ming dynasty met Mongols at their gates.
Watchtowers span the horizon in intervals,
for communication on such a long citadel was critical.
Listen and you can still hear the faint call,
to truly see china is to see the Great Wall.
Be ready with fire and smoke signal warnings,
who knows when the next storm will be forming.
You should have a good view from the towers peak,
but save your energy, for the steps are quit steep.
The wall underwent many changes and add-ons,
to accommodate it's new owners land and battalions.
Because of these needs varying with the ages,
the wall was constructed in various stages.
It was first conceived in 5th century BC,
though today only fragments of this can be seen.
For, the great wall is but a reference to one,
more walls show support, but gain less attention.
And it should be noted that great debts were paid,
to create such a wonder, the legends all say.
The First Fortress under Heaven came at a price,
it would take more than a million lives to suffice.
The efforts of artisans, emperors, and time,
soldiers, women and children alike.
Journey the silk road and watch it stretch,
westward of Jiayuguan to the dragon's head.
To the end of civilization and back,
and upon your return, you shall be a man.
Stone elongated nearly 4 thousand miles,
across the country of china, smiles.
The 21st century has made this world small,
but as long as time allows, there will be a Great Wall.
Categories:
fortifications, education, history, people,
Form:
Free verse
with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ
ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a frying pan,
which change in my physiognomy doth annoy
but, suddenly spurring,
this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap
positing even a more radical income idea
changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters
get suckled, though,
methinks they qualify as milk duds
tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy
offering accompanied with serving of cookies,
where adipose floppy blimps
rank popular as novel cheap toy
where art though washboard stomach,
where brestworks didst sprout
as if overnight a markedly increased
from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about
face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy
sprang up without doubt
suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis,
which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout
for weird, wicked woebegone
affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout
wondering what other transitions,
this fellow may indeed be on the look out
feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering
rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout
on the prowl targeting a peeping tom,
whose foolery demands clout,
thus this imposed unfair punishment,
as some half assed irreversible decree
maybe hints of other surprises,
yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy
possibly being brewed up by a brood
of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee
some bot sized microscopic
anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key
analogous to a pesky malware,
virus, trojan horse secrete lee
scheming to transform the sexual identity of me
perhaps waking up tomorrow minus
my little peppy ***** , and behold a pussy
should such an outcome prevail,
where media papparazzi
stake out this freak of nature re:
doubling efforts erecting fortifications
in a big old sassy tree,
especially if the press
(i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks)
discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms
converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
Categories:
fortifications, adventure, age, anxiety, creation,
Form:
Romanticism
Soldiers and cannons
Bastions and ravelin structuring
Fortifications
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
Categories:
fortifications, history, places, war
Form:
Senryu
Prussia and the other states are moving like a juggernaut.
Each day, our forces are falling to the onslaught.
The German states and cities are united as one.
We have been no match for them since the fighting had begun.
We have all pledged our allegiance to our Emperor Napoleon.
However, in the early battles, our forces became undone.
Here we are in September of 1870.
Uneasiness in Europe has resulted in hostility.
It seems Europe’s biggest bullies had to fight it out.
The attack on Worth has resulted in a rout.
The Prussians are moving south, and we are next to fight.
Strasbourg’s defenses have been bombarded day and night.
Just across the Rhine River, we see their fortifications.
The civilians have been evacuated by Swiss delegations.
We have been ordered to defend to the last man.
However, our Emperor has been captured at Sedan.
This indicates that there is no relief in sight.
General Ulrich has ordered we make our stand and fight.
The Bishop of Strasbourg has pleaded to no avail.
It is only a matter of time before our defenses fail.
Categories:
fortifications, history, war
Form:
Rhyme
Resistance is futile
I know this well, even as
self wrought fortifications fall
by way of your velvet touch,
disarming every suspicious sensibility.
That recoiled voice within
reminds
to bristle at your touch
distrust this sweet advancement
coldly
despise the caress you brandish
Gently you shush this voice
with outstreched silken fingertip
to pursed up cursing lips
Replacing that touch with the sweetest lips
mine have ever known
Erasing the expanse from then to now
the awkward abyss of the ever alone.
Kisses layed lightly about my face
smash the walls surrounding
Bonded now, fingers interlaced
synchronized hearts are pounding.
you kissed my lid clenched eyes
detouring all falling tears
like they may bring my certain demise
I feel the healing
in no small measure
senses reeling
immersed in pleasure
Passion pure
guard torn apart
affection cures
my scar torn heart
Categories:
fortifications, love
Form:
Rhyme
Kaolin ceramics shelved for display
A framed mirror suggests a window into time
Fortifications in a continuum surround this fortress
Inside a Southwestern style is secured
Bulldozing nature for architectural delight
Rich in warm tones and textures of stucco
Baroque oval portals lead into substructures
Endearing pine stripped.....stained to perfection
Strategically placed beamed ceilings finesse
Whitewashed antlers hang above a fireplace
Not a hunters home but a setting of one once known
A water well stands with an antique pump
As an unyeilding sun drenches the broken claylike ground
Genuinely revealing a life long past
In Beautiful New Mexico a Southwestern home is found
~This was inspired by Brian….and his Cameo piece~I hadn't used or seen the
word KAOLIN in some time...and it reminded me of the west....hence, I used the
word first and went from there~
Categories:
fortifications, imagination, places, urban, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Moon drips are like gigantic slides and cloud surfing is very very exciting particularly when shoved with a broom. Base jumping off smaller spheres can be hazardous and mind the cats on the way down. They can pickle. It is often wise to omit zero shine to a coat. As many layers can spring around. Touching all areas. Yet stagnant in none. And all the time the warbling sounds. The jeering molluscs. Suited in rows. Caterpillar women with beady eyes. And large bulbous land based porpoises. Well, they will never get to create a pretty picture on the sandy ground. Such is the rationalisation of the purple winking frog who hops over global obstacles with a swoosh. Reverb is not an easy option so never swing back carrying ten cups of tea. Merely a cataclysm. In catacombs. In chasms. And often in pans. Pinnacles of diamante peas can fall. And tomato ships will arrive in a tray boat. Winds whipping windows wildly wildlife xxxx and treatment of a small disc shaped fish. *** chicken chicken peck peck peck ha ha ha whilst pock is neither a sunny synonym for it is a wondrous concoction of sound. *** level not a bun nor a beard nor a bread. *** and now swim in 900 metres of juices from a tree. Xx treasures unknown and unforeseen....*** ha ha ha question not a queue xxxx basins baby babies booming baboons boomerangs books bookshelves beads...*** prana prang xx piranha pyramids *** trepidation of tortoises xxxx pig presentation *** ha fortifications *** 83% of a dust particle *** physiology *** deliberation. Z.z.z. Boom. *** in a mild temperate climate a calling cattle moves. Xx momentous x z z z x
Categories:
fortifications, age,
Form:
Side streets, avenues and boulevards
seem fortifications of past civil wars
with piles of ice glistening, and the grime
and dirt from passing cars splash them with slime..
The meteorologist from Eyewitness News grins as he tracks down the January storm
predicting no pleasant, sunny weather or break in clouds tomorrow night;
more snow from West Carolina will arrive to New York Harbor after midnight,
then it will change to ice, rain and sleet....I'll drink plenty of coffee to keep me warm!
So worried, I called my pretty niece who's traveling up North,
I told her to drive safely and stop at a gas station to check her tires,
but Claudio will soothe her blues as he hums many happy rhymes,
and lots of stories he will tell me having seen the kids of the South.
Wednesday I will go back to work, having plenty of time to sleep...
to do as I will, but staring at a blackened snow at every curb,
I can't bear the thought that spring is months away and my Ford
is parked between cars that haven't been moved since last week.
I'm waiting without thrill more snow from West Carolina,
praying for everyone's safety as they cross another borderline...
If I were a kid, I'd build the funniest snowman on my block,
and happily go around it twenty times as a quacking duck!
Categories:
fortifications, food, children, funny, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
No matter:
How tall,
How strong,
How impenetrable walls around us we build
For
To protect ourselves from our enemies,
Still
We would never succeed in protecting ourselves,
From our fate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 April 2021
Categories:
fortifications, fate, fear, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ages of hibernation,
Centuries of degeneration,.
lacking the intuition,
To believe our "superstitions",
Led to a fall without elevation,
Onto the sands of desolation,
That began eroding the foundation,
Of our superior civilization.
They posses fanatical motivation,
Born from authoritarian religious persuasion,
That seeks the complete eradication,
Of all the "heretical nations",
But they have botched their calculations,
Regarding the strength of our fortifications,
So we will unite as one population,
Against their invasive global migration.
Categories:
fortifications, america, war,
Form:
Rhyme
In a blink of an eye
my stoic attitude had fled
deep
dark
daze
I'm overwhelmed with thrills and terror
I take calm, breaths to contain myself
panic
is a
mirror image
of distress
from
limitless
duplicated
ill intents
as walls rose so did mystery and fearful sound
Inside, fortifications are bolstered
my head is full of guilt, concern, and sadness
wriggling brain distributes tendrils
like suffocating vines
throat was wrapped around them
but don’t
fall, as well
frightened
when you
swathe
mirror
with your
strife,
pull the string continuously, there's no end
there are no end or last word
there is no rest, sleep, or death
claw on my face and nails at my neck
my fingertips irritate my eyes
staggered up to a mirror, ripping its glass
and
a vision
gazes
right
back
at you,
revealing
brawniness
to
persist in
like a prison of endless march and bloody drag
never-ending loop, breaking day
unending hunger, clicking drumbeats, eternity
fall on green grass in the heavenly sea
white stars shine during the day
magpies humming mating
Written: October 10, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
fortifications, analogy, bereavement, bird, life,
Form:
Other