Fortifications Poems | Examples

Francisco

Build the towers you want,
this and that; green, red, and black,
Who defends you, that’s your business, but
Franciska is mine, my freedom.
Don’t pretend you don’t hear,
Neither prophets nor sorcerers will pass you by.
They will not help you.
Francisca is not interested in those planets of yours,
nor comets from which you send kisses and hugs.

Franciska is spring and summer and fertile autumn,
and you are winter, your cold soul.
That sounds like you.
Emerald Fortifications,
White Crystal Spears are nothing.
Nor the fire of the wicked dragons of heaven
they won’t help, they won’t help you.
Free bird, It’s Franciska!
Sweet words have long since faded.
She is the queen of all the colors of
the ocean and sea and all the purple dawns.
She is but a nightmare for you.
For me, there will be all of her colors.
She is mine,
The most beautiful queen.

A harsh word can kill, if I utter it.
So, dear God, I do not play with love.
I love you Dear Franciska

Fortifications

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

Knight In Silent Armor

clearly one hears clearly
in the silence of the mind
solitude does not preclude
relationships entwined

beauty's often mistaken 
by those without the key
perception’s combination
ultimately sets it free

defending fortifications
a knight quietly serves
repulsing suspect incursions
protecting treasured reserves

draw not your sword with anger
or revel in other's defeat
rather seek to conquer
standing on your feet

to a knight in silent armor
humility comes with honor

Her Emotional Castle

Her walls are rock, her walls are straight, 
With battlements protecting her eyes,
Her fortifications hide all of her fear, 
While deep in her mind she cries,

She cries about those battles she’s had, 
About the jungle that’s holding her shoes,
Behind the wall she cries in blood, 
After all of the domestic abuse,

From her son, her daughter, her mother and spouse, 
The words that cut to the bone,
That’s why she built a shield of a castle, 
In her mind it is made out of stone,

And that’s what I see when I peer through her eyes, 
A castle rising up through the mist,
It’s beautiful grace amongst all the hurt, 
The castle I could never resist.

The Fortifications

Let us be the fortifications of love for the lonely and needy so in peace Christmas to pass!*






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   11 December 2016 


*Struggling to recover! 
Merry Christmas!

The Uniting of the West

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.

Turtle Tutting At 62 Degrees

Two giant turtles can find great love in a seventeenth century ornately decorated tea cup. With dips and whirls and prettily painted flowers. Placed on a white swirly iron table. Oh you great prison and fortress of man. How dare you put harnesses on free birds. How dare you cage the wanderings of the flocks. Yet some flocks are best cooped. They do and will not recognise the angle of an ancient sword. And a miller does not make bread with a tiny amount of flour. Floundering flying fishing fished flushing. And a mild curry. Star drop. Star starts. Ignition ignite ignoring *** bean pools point poop *** deliberation *** no haha today. *** fortifications ***

Boundless- a Poet's Worth

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.

Normandy Beaches

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.

Scent of Montreal

SCENT   OF   MONTREAL

Off the Place d’Armes  near the Ruelle 
Des Fortifications,  is  a restaurant small  -
Cosy with smell of garlic with all :
Makes me hungry and want to sit a spell.

Every dish is  a delight:   I love each one  so  -
Cheesy  Onion  soup  and   Vichyssoise;
The omelettes and the souffle  a  la quebecoise;
Cuisses de  grenouilles  and  escargots.
 
Sound of caleches across the square
Faint violin music down the street there
This  today is  la joie de vivre

The city breathes with Frenchness in the air  -
Near  to heaven-scent   it is so rare  -
But better if it were le  Quebec  libre
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Written by Sydney Peck

French sonnet form
Entered in  Cyndi MacMillan’s  Contest   UN, DEUX, TROIS....OOH LA LA!!!!

The Siege of Strasbourg

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.

Affection Antedotes

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

Star Fort's " Trace Italienne "

Soldiers and cannons
Bastions and ravelin structuring
Fortifications




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New Mexico~

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~

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