Fort Poems

cakes fort he snakes

Red, the hot hedgehog baked strawberry short cakes
They were delicious, magnificent, she fed them to her snakes
Better than her chocolate sundaes, or her blueberry shakes.
Best recipe she has, said those satisfied snakes.

asiL Marie Gargano Combs of Black Town Fort Myers Wings of Ashes

Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his death another violent offenders get their wings early released from prison from Mexico to Venezuela the many organised crime figures burning veterans alive torching homeless persons alive in Chicago the arson murders hidden while today I remember asiL Marie Gargano combs standing still unable to fly with wings of ashes life shortened by mafia vengeance car bombs fires explosions meets flowers the yellow ones saints and sinners greets on burning angel wings perched over black town fort Myers Florida Andersen ave.

Fort Wayne Zoo

baby giraffe runs 
ducks flutter in murky pond 
snakes slither away

lions sneak a nap 
seals entertain laughing crowd 
penguins waddle by

Our Fort-Like Support

When full cooperation is offered
And proper support is delivered
A feeling of joy will surely arise
That will make the mood nice

When we take genuine interest
And excel superbly in any test
Goes to Sky-level our reputation
The World gives a warm invitation

Due to our extending real help
Our whole team will develop
Then success will be the result
Our importance will be gladly felt

We must not loosen our will
But, continue to show skill
In case we feel down or tired
By faith, we must be inspired

Ultimately when we firmly prove
That we can help and improve
Our team realizes the dream
We steer to success our team.

A Blanket Fort and Peppermint Pillow Mote

Aromatic alleviation that you need; 
the secret to having anything succeed? 
A blanket fort and peppermint pillow mote;

Sea of calm spiked with crimson passion;
If you get high on imagination? 
That’s the turnkey to get inside; 

I dare you to try and break the fire wall
if there’s nothing of childhood you recall; 
Forever locked outside your psyche;

Fragrant aroma that allows you to breathe 
free to rejoin what lies underneath; 
Inhale exhale, roll back in time.

Fort Nought

-Fort Nought-

Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows.

Slaughter.

A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins.

Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate.

Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak.

Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be. 

Impending, a term so accustomed that the thought alone is considered a comfort.

Nought. No longer will said name bleed the treachery of a living falsehood. 

Understand. Pity and mercy are things that have been given. 

They are yet to find out...It can be so easily taken away.

Margaret Molly Corbin

Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine. 
When her husband in battle fell dead, 
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.

Fort Myers Florida

I left out riding my bike down 
first street over looking the 
wildly calm river artist's lined 
bicentennial entrance way where 
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
 
and Ford feasted on clams 
my mind wandered about 
the timing of the dem lights to 
brighten the garden lofts above 
the streets soft jazz from 

Billie holiday rang out down 
old Hendry street my heart strings 
mingled with the Sunday drivers 
passing by after mass fondly 
trying to pick me up leaving 

the shops it was noon it was 
damp the sun peeked in behind 
the gulf today a few children 
skipped by carrying balloons 
while the fishermen tossed nets 

near the shore sand collected 
beneath my toes as two boats 
docked this was home my life
an yet the Caribbean whispered
to me waves slammed against 

the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles 
I quickly dashed into the book store 
on the corner while the aroma of fresh 
French bread gather all of my senses 
luring me to a sit down with brunch 

tiny raisin bagels diced mangos 
inside a vintage wine glass 
one thousand sparrows flew
backwards within the breeze      
as I rest on the steps of St Francis

After the Funeral Vibes: Mrs Nita Douman

Walking out of church into the autumn morning
Among many this overwhelming feeling
There are no bad people, no addicts this day
Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky
Such a calmness descends
All seems well - no addictions
Not a day to spend frivolously
The gifts of God, generously
Given has sunk into all hearts
Thank you Mrs. Douman, fondly "TANIE NITA"
We were neighbors once,  we shared plants
Your homegoing gave all a taste of heaven
And a mixed gathering in South Africa's NGK
Netherlands Gereformeende Kerk today

Fort Myers Beach

The tides began to roll in, 
around four a.m, all was silent.
as the stingrays gathered, 
constantly, circulating the giant 
snails, all the while the docks 
shuttered and bounced behind, 
the pier while morning shellers, 
held on to straw hats, while grabbing 
the daily news, from vendor stands, 
bicycles lined estero entrance way, 
the gallantly, glowing red sun, begin 
to rise, the gulf of grandeur, comes clearly
into view, over looking the Caribbean Sea,
colors begin exploding, igniting painted
walk ways, swinging gates, through 
brilliant chimes, creating tropical 
melodies, where butterflies dances, 
as reptiles wink, the pink flamingos, 
dip their feathers into cool teal waters, 
while sinking beaks into soft sands.

The Dun :Torr Na Craoibhe

A great forest grows dark and green,
Where little birds twitter amid the leaves,
Reynard the red coated one  keen eye searching,
For squirrels leaping among branches tall,
Making sure the youngsters don’t fall,
A capercaillie scream rents the air,
Sounding like ban-sidhe in the air.
Trees creak and rattle in ancient tree talk,
Close together they whisper and plot,
Sending astray the unwary and proud,
Those who stravaig far from the path.
Deep in the depths a slow rising hill,
Crowned with a wall of log and thorn,
With a ditch to deter those who do ill,
A gate stands with warriors each side,
Armed with sword,shield and dirks sharp and slim,
Protecting those who dwell within.
Built long before by the ancestors long gone,
Their spirit lingering in every log,
Singing their song of “Torr na Craoibhe”, as it was once named,
In the tongue of ancients forever told.
Their song drifts over the trees,
Heard by creatures large and small,
For those who stop to listen and hear,
The wisdom within to teach and preserve,
The old ways of nature and ancient forest,
Helping all to live in joyous unity,
Listen and hear what they say.

© Andrew Provan McIntyre   28.4.2016.

Fort Largs Stepping Out On Hallowed Ground

Will you step on the hallowed ground
With our brothers and sisters that were found
When we marched together as one
And our lives had just begun

Do you remember the morning parades
And the leave night escapades
The golden days when youth abounded
The feeling of a new life as you were astounded 

But the years have been unkind
And the hallowed ground has weeds entwined 
For us who were the lucky few
Close you eyes your memories won’t fade for you.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Fort

Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic

I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret

Fort Two Gates

A long Fort on the top
Two gates left and right

A wall to divide 

This nose!

Bailey, Made 8-20-18

Back in my birthplace, though it has no dazzle 
Jays still fly gracefully by its castle
By the olden hill it stands
As the mill in the hinterlands
Is turning in the wind
Like a tough rhino's skin 
Earthen fortress, tough front wall
Yield? Never! I am a barrier tall

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