Fortresses Poems | Examples

Kiddo's

A whirlwind of chaos, a joyful loud-sound,
Three wild spirits I love, on adventurous ground.
Fourteen, then twelve, and the youngest, a seven,
Bringing antics and charm, a small piece of heaven.

They build with their LEGOs, grand dreams in the air,
Fortresses, spaceships, beyond all compare.
Then out to the yard, where their sports battles rage,
I'm there in the stands, for each thrilling new stage.
My cheers ring out loudly, my voice strong and clear.
A beacon of love, dispelling all fear.

In the pool we all splash, on a hot summer day,
I'm caught in their currents of boisterous play.
The fighting erupts, a familiar refrain,
And I'll admit, sometimes, it drives me insane.
But a part of me grins, though I might roll my eyes,
Their bold, mouthy spirit, a delightful surprise.

For though they are noisy, and mischievous too,
And every day brings something wonderfully new, 
I'm there for their plays, and their triumphs, and strife,
My nephews, my niece, the true joy of my life.

My Fantasy Holiday

My Fantasy Holiday

Another grey and dismal day so damp
To work I trudge along the streets of old
Through puddles ankle deep I grisly tramp
All muffled up, clothed to fight the cold

Each day I pass the poster on the wall
Inviting me to far off tropic isle
A place I’ve never been so can’t recall
But I imagine and within me comes a smile

Today I linger for a moment there
And flinch, when I let out a shout
Maybe a trick of light but I could swear
The boats upon the sea, bobbed about

Warm waves are gently lapping round my feet
As silently the sea rolls to and fro
On bare shoulders, burning sun does beat
For once my body feels all a glow

I run along the beach far and wide
Great fortresses I build upon the sand
Lay on a bed of leaves and by my side
Exotic fruits and drinks are close at hand

I look into the bluest of blue skies
Beneath the shading leaves of the palm
I dream as if asleep with open eyes
In this place so peaceful and so calm

Across my feet the icy waters flow
Down my neck,  rain begins to drip
The picture fades, I know it’s time to go
One day I’m sure I’ll really make that trip

Unity

Foundation.

Some say to truly embrace someone, you have to know all their everything, to help build something.

The hidden and the openly seen.

 Did you look deeper than what's openly seen before falling in love?

Title
Unity

(A lone voice whispers)


Like the wind
I pray to caress the inner recesses 

Where the light can never seem to reach 

To breach the fortresses hidden beneath your skin

Piece your soul 
With one only goal

Togetherness 
In the mess

Whatever this life 
Brings us

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Maybe, that's who I am ?

May my words fly, 
to high and lands far away
For this world could never lend me its grounds
To ever build my fortresses

May my words travel,
to all the planes of multiverses
Allowing me to lay the foundations
Weaving each Word into a Poem 
Bringing equilibrium
And may it all be only in my imagination
But now, I have emerged as a Poet. 
Or so the world decided to dearly call me
For what my words have carved 
were not merely palaces for me to live in
But great poems for people to dwell in.

And now, I wonder 
if to call myself a poet.
Or a warrior.
And I ponder
if to live inside those walls 
that I so dearly made
Or to wander
For many more such to be created.

The Cruelest Prisons

Impenetrable fortresses built from the many stones of regret, 
re enforced with the concrete mistakes we can never forget.
Confined within these walls only your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.

Bliss Abound

it’s not its striking unique slate of tones
as if vincent had risen from his century
long sleep
it is not nature’s rich hypnotic melodies 
or the slim fingers of gusts touches our
very cores 

stirs emotions in the coldest of humans or the 
crackling sound under our new walking shoes 

it is not the acorn berets chipmunks discard below 
white oaks once they devour its scrumptious meat

not the wagon rides or the hot chocolates that
stamps its marker on children’s innocent faces

it’s not the bliss(greater than any gift) our kids 
ingratiates us in displaying their unadulterated 
love returned continuously and unconditionally 

this adventure reminds us of our blessings 
a welcomed little something beyond cities 

however it’s not any one single happening 
of this season which fills our hearts warm

it’s the multitude of many moments 
the ones greater than any reality or 
of all the fantasies found in dreams 

deep within our fortresses built 
it’s all the endearing memories

autumn leaves 

armand~

Fortresses

Roses are red 
Violets are violet
Oh look I see my love in its full glory 
Standing in the wasteland like it's guardian
It's massive cannon aims at the enemy Giving them a warm welcome 
I can't wait to see you In a fashion of    explosions.
Perhaps who I am for you to be bothered
For all I know 
I'm just a big gun enthusiast.

Lost At See

In measures of heart
we choose our fragility 
in fortresses of loving
by practical arrangements 
bottled up messages sink

Siloes In Business - Buzzwords

"Have your siloes become fortresses?"  
Anna Sundt 

Pictures are Anna Sundt's product; visual art, the occupation
Her job achieves its mission when customers are living well.

Wheat is one product; farming, the occupation.
Its job succeeds when company siloes are full.

Siloes can be a fortress; old siloes merely provided storage.
New siloes destroy team effort during pandemic lockdowns.

  Siloes hinder
communication                                       observation
participation                                      integration
expectation                                  motivation
  accountability
   

February 17, 2022

Contest:  Buzzwords
Hostess:  Kim Rodriguez



Note:  Anna Sundt is a an award-winning artist and graduate of the Glasgow (UK) School of Art. She is Chartered Occupational Psychologist and Associate Fellow of the British Psychological Society. She founded ABSTRAKTOLOGIE and creates unique pieces of art to take you forwards on your journey... Their mission is to create original abstract art to share lessons in living well.

Let's Learn To Live With Pain

Is it possible to live
            in this world without pain...!?
            Painlessly...!?
            No... but we can
            build fortresses
            with pure feelings
           to understand and learn
           the need for learning...
           learn to accept and have power
           to mitigate this pain while we live 
           because everything belongs
           to the whole of what life is,
           and live together.
           it's needed...

Guilt

Impenetrable fortresses constructed with stones made from regret,
reinforced with the concrete mistakes one can never forget.
Confined within these walls only you and your guilt shall dwell.
The cruelest prisons are the ones that we build for ourselves.

The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities

The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities
By David J Walker

I love walking 
the rutted roads 
Running in 
hidden groves 
Through  
      the residential jungles

the rambling 
backyard boulevards 
dividing the
single file plies of
dirt and gravel 

A straight line between 
Picket fenced fortresses of 
Flimsy privacy providing
Trash truck Sunday drivers with a
A No man’s land-bound with trees &
Treasures found by 
dumpster divers

I love listening 
		To the feral catcalls
in the last stand of 
wildland 
Overruled by skulks of city foxes 

I love trekking 
	The pioneered turnpikes 
On fast mountain bikes
Riding & reading between 
the telephone lines 
mapped by

XYZ Municipalities and
The vague virtual realities of
An alley’s informalities 

I love the 
	Tell all tall tales
Of what fails to be 
Needed anymore 
Underscored by
Overflowing dumpsters

The Dandelion Wars

They came ashore unnoticed, alit lightly, quietly rooted themselves into our culture.  They spread, slowly forming small groups amid the ghettos of grasses and saplings.  No one took notice until the day a surging yellow field appeared.  Demanding to be seen, to be acknowledged, counted among the beauty of the countryside.  They infiltrated every strata of “flowerdom”, placed spies amid the city’s cracks and crevices, dropped airborne units into walled fortresses.  The battle was on!  Not so much a revolution as an insistence…on their presence, a forceful inclusion intrusion into our gardens, a reminder that all flowers had drifted, been carried great distances across mountains and seas by wind, feather, and driftwood.  And yet we ask: “Where did they come from?” “How did they get here?”  As if the questions were never asked about all the flowers at one time or another.  Why does the battle continue...in the streets, on the prairies, in back yards and tiny gardens?



roses flaunt their scent
all seek the honey bees kiss
weeds bully fresh sprouts


John G. Lawless
©8/18/2021

Where the Seagulls Nest

The waves rolling in crash against barren rocks
Where seagulls nest in the stark narrow crevices,
Their sharp squawking cries are heard for miles
Warding off the encroachment of large raptors
Which swoop down and threaten the fledglings,
While the smashing surf mutes their angry cries.
Time has honored the integrity of the boulders
Against the sea, nature’s fortresses, separating
The lower sea water from the high chalky cliffs
Nature, too, protects the stronger of the gulls
That will one day soar high above the whitecaps
And forage along the isolated shell-rich beaches
Only to return in spring to the shallow fissures,
Their birthplaces, to lay their eggs high above
The persistent pounding of the breakers below.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
written June 17, 2021
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Poetry Contest

Death of Hope

Death of Hope

Hope was a beautiful girl, long ago,
before she turned seventy when the pandemic hit
and turned her into an ideal candidate for Covid's
voracious appetite, living a solitary life in her 
assisted-living apartment, until one day, 
when the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds
and a mild wind blowing the ruffles of a bird on the tree,
suddenly Hope was struck by the disease like a bolt of lightning,
and she coughed and had chills and high temperature and, soon,
muscle spasms and stomachache and nightmares, that seemed like
a tragedy foretold, until her immune system was overpowered by the
mighty army of virus, building fortresses in her lung and shooting volleys of pain
that reduced her will to fight, eventually like a vanquished foe in the hands of a
superior enemy that knew no mercy.

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