Best Fortified Poems
I am well conversant with the the art of war
how can i not?
Other than the fact that each day is a survival on this planet
My father was a freedom fighter
See!
Sovereignty runs through my veins.
Am fortified.
Beauty and personality are my bow and arrows;
Charisma has been known to bring down Berlin walls.
I polish my brains and character daily
Being Smart is something my father would recommend.
Bible and faith are my defender
after all,every physical,emotional,psychological battle in this life can only be won spiritually.
Am fortified.
You standing by my side,and i have never been more stronger.
I am no longer me',its We.
In my inadequacies,you refill my cup
When my maths don't add up,your intelligence save the day.
My missions are no longer 'stand alone',I have a co-pilot.
Am fortified.
I always knew i was born to reign
now with your love as my guide and guard
my walls will never taste defeat
My kingdom shall never fall
Am fortified.
The dusty face of the happy firefighter
is gladly licked by a dog with a thankful attitude;
she doesn't mind the strong stench of fire
on his wet uniform and reacts as humans do.
If this dog could talk, we would imagine the emotion that will ensue...
what she will say to him a big, loud "Thank You!"
Grateful for her life, but much more for her pups...
although she lay on the top of them to spare them burns.
Dogs are for sure man's best friends...I wonder who said that and when!
Here's the proof that they still rely on that friendship fortified by their bond!
So dog and man helping each other, delighting one another to the end...
when brothers and fellowmen can't get along, but spill useless blood!
Who couldn't be moved by this heart-warming scene when the fire started?
Perhaps even a human wouldn't be as grateful as this dog really is!
Animals fear us when our intent is not humane, so they turn against us...,
but we as intelligent beings, refuse to soften our hearts that often remain cold.
Treasure the image of the firefighter and the dog: it's a trust that grows;
post it everywhere where folks can see it...this amazing story must be told!
And whenever we see dogs, or other animals in danger, let's rescue them!
It's our duty to do our part, and in return, they'll forever be grateful to us!
I didn’t know that it exists until I see an ant crawling out of a disc, I didn’t know that it exists until I see a beetle from the order of Coleoptera coming out of a hole, and a thousand of them join a procession and marched around a mound that leads towards the heavens.
The early morning warmth races through the back door leaving a multitude of beetle crawling about the floor. There were hundreds of them moving in line heading towards the shores and the metamorphosis begins. Skins piling upon skin and the transformation from nymph to an adult begin and new bugs start moving in.
I didn’t know that it exists until it started to fly at a significant altitude in the sky; I didn’t know that it exists until I saw hundreds of them gallivanting in different directions. They hunkered on the ground and flew around and around; they dilly and dally from corner to corner and mock the beetles on the ground and disappeared in thin air.
I didn’t know that it exists until I stood behind the tree and listened carefully to the hammers and nails, the saws and drills, and the sound of the wood pecker boring a hole in the middle of the tree to hide its friends and family.
The whooper swans with beaks shows up in hundreds and marched towards the fortified walls, I wondered what that was all about and then the tanga bean goose starts to shout, looking for a passage to move across the valley but the woodpecker would not allow them to move one inch further but the bar-headed goose came along singing a happy song and stood in the midst and greet them with a smile.
The wood pecker open the gate and whooper swan, the bar-headed goose and the tanga bean goose and everyone could pass through.
I didn’t know that it exists until the ground dove came out of the hole and the caterpillars start moving underground, the tunnels run in four directions and you could get to four different countries in a jiffy.
There was no land mark for you to start, just a pigeon hole in the ground to lead you where destiny is bound, you across the river and you will find a track across the street when you walk through the pigeon hole.
I didn’t know that it exists until they breached the fortified hill.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
Fortified with vitamins
And iron
Essential amino acids
And omega 3,
I venture into work.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
layer
on layer
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reflections
tints
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dreams
on
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palette:
transversed
by
light&shade
constellations
of
absolutes,
virtuosity
made
free
Forged by the heavens I broke every cycle of love
Foretold by Destiny I embraced every phase of love
Fortified by poetry I became every avenue of love
The grace of the moment
Blended the courage and
The fury of one man
Folding together, the path became simple
The heart of one moment settled love’s rage!
Breaking out of the cage the curative measures of life were slow
The anatomy of the past, cast a pale shadow
But love allowed me to sail in only one direction
I rose because nothing could hold me down and
The hidden treasure was exposed that lay dormant in my heart
Forged by the heavens I broke every cycle of love
Foretold by Destiny I embraced every phase of love
Fortified by poetry I became every avenue of love
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
In twilight between two Suns
You've decided to drink the fortified wine
To close your eyes
to think of better days
with Thyme in Caskets
and all in sundry
marvelling at saviours
that are nameless
in the forests of Broceliande
singing to sunlit air
Erect this rampart around my lone heart
in case we must part before I can start
hoping for more
while I implore
your grace and your art when you must depart.
When current and sea wash right over me
I babble a plea like lonesome debris
while getting towed,
saline bestowed,
until I agree to life’s jubilee.
Tumult shall erase what I can’t replace
to wash that sole trace of bliss from my face
you must return--
make my soul burn
as flames dance to chase my cheerful disgrace.
You know I am someone you
can rely
But, take advantage-
I'll spit you out-my decision final
I do not do regurgitation-
don't shake platonic plates!
you won't demolish all my walls
some bricks I'll let you borrow,
my foundations cannot be
measured,
the ancients through my veins,
wisdom, courage, follows me
old soul returned before,
I search your eyes,
navigate your grin,
your faith, I can restore
this intuitive energy
pummels borders
all boundaries exiled
beneath this exterior
my determination
between my heart and
my soul my will sits fortified
~Fortify the lonely with a hug and a holy kiss~
1/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Diet book in hand,
Reaching for the extra cake,
"Just this once," she sighed.
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