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Garrison Poems - Poems about Garrison


Premium Member To Garrison
To some, a Garrison is a strong fort (Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort). Or thoughts might turn to a centurion: A leader of the many soon to come. To Gwen and Garrett, he's the first-born son, A joyous melding of these two in one Small bundle: Garrett, seen in impish grin And forehead, twinkling eyes that come from Gwen. The honor...

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Categories: garrison, birthday, grandson,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Garrison Can Wait
I will build my own garrison With gargoyles a plenty My troops led by Harrison Who has the confidence of many You cannot stop me, Mom. I am on a mission from God. Ice cream? It’s the bomb. Garrison can wait he says with a nod. After the sweet treat He climbs up in his bed To dream of his own army He is three, our...

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Categories: garrison, child,
Form: Prose Poetry



Garrison Poems
Come see my world where the body is found After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound And eyes litany of curtains And eyes gluttony of mountains ...

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Categories: garrison, depression, political, social, world,
Form: Verse
Garrison Mentality
Is my soul housed in walls of flesh, and my flesh, prisoner of nature? Where is the garrison? I, myself am prison, not of walls, but words; to speak, to ration, to segregate, is division, choking unity from man, the beast. Alone in the New-World....

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Categories: garrison, philosophy
Form: Free verse
In the Garrison of Charon
Behind my sunken, shallow eyes dissected phantoms draw themselves and smeared perceptions comprise a scheme to thwart the wicked spell. Poignant screens of smoke and screams lactate upon my lungs where illustrations scrawl o'er dreams of twisted eyes and cursive tongues. And burning embers torture groans in visual dreams like vocal hymns the sound a scratch on chalkboard bones a testimony of the grim. The injured malevolent...

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Categories: garrison, death,
Form: Rhyme




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