Short Bastions Poems

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Premium Member Star Fort's " Trace Italienne "

Soldiers and cannons Bastions and ravelin structuring Fortifications http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Where have all the poets gone?

The jester and the poet
the last bastions to protest
oppression

neither blind nor deaf
the silence tells the story
of my disgust

you have lost my respect
one day, when is your children
do not come crying to me

Premium Member The Light House

The Light House

Terraced light
Holding bright
Effervescence behold
Long lost
Intrepid sailors
Grope for
Halo's beacons
Teaming ships
Home alone
On sentry's
Unrelenting watch
Skippers bastions
Emitting guidance

connie pachecho

8/7/17
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Ascent

Divine love, light and scent pervades each cell of form, signalling heavenward ascent, as the last bastions of our ego fall, bursting noiselessly in the void and then that that remains is soul essence divine. 18-September-2022

Premium Member FLUCTUATIONS


certainty
  a
peculiar
     allusion
  naively 
encountered 
in
juxtapositions 
   ignored

proxy
   patterns
snugly
       textured 
bastions
   of
lineage
   resonates
with suspicion 
in
  a
    perennial 
metropolitan 
       renaissance
Form: Verse


Freedom

Fallen from your perilous perch,
Reaching beyond fathomless depths…
Entering bastions foreboding entry, while
Enduring all pain that comes incessantly
Denying oneself and all limitations
Only to be caught in the trap of life’s expectations, but…
Making life the way you desire it to be!
Form: Acrostic

She smiles

She's freer now
she spends her time
on the wherewithal
Through the bastions of yesterday
she prays for brighter days
She wrote me a letter
questions of sand
a matter of the heart
reposes a promise
comet like she smiles
Through concrete glades
a vetch on the hill
she is restoring yellow

Catharsis, Baptised Or Not, Revised

No, no, no,no.
Catharses catharsis abounds equals equal being worth.
Jesus Christ beauty bastions newly grounded work.
Furthermore my love,
Apologize to that guitar man.
His sentimental chimes.
Are shaking my rebricate quill.
Greasing both pork rinds.
Do as I do.
Not as I say.
I don't know.
Get saved anyway.
Rinforzando!
Form:

Premium Member Clear light

The inner sound current and rapture of bliss,
entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye,
with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss
and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh.
In this way as bastions of ego are stormed,
layer by layer we are slowly transformed,
with the false falling away, we cease to sway,
beholding the light of Self, as clear as day.
Form: Rispetto

Coo, Coo Ca-Choo

my world took flight with appetite 
those bastions precisely planned
slowly collapsed and caved 
on shifting drifting sand

you were the screen in my submarine 
the rubber crutch on which I lean 
holes in my boat letting water out
and the sour in cabbage kraut

dominos fall
when the clock strikes two
a shrew flew over my cuckoo
and the shrew that flew is you
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Time Dusted Secrets

Little black books- blooming everywhere.
From shining sea islands to Belair mansions.
To white house lattice and cathedral bastions. 

Little black books- blooming everywhere.
Many pawns are sacrificed; many pawns are pared/ 
but the queens, bishops, and kings are always spared.

Little black books... blooming- blooming everywhere.
Little black books with time-dusted secrets.
Magically disappear.

Premium Member Poetry and Freedom

Poetry and Freedom

        A poet is still free to write about what they choose.
        Come now, what do we have to lose?
        Poetry~ one of the last bastions to be free.
        With political correctness on the raging warpath!
        After all words with mendacious audacity.
        To steal words from group-think and rob us of poetic individuality!



                        December 9, 2019
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Forts and Castles

Long, wide, vast, high, dreadfully deep protective walls
Battlements, ramparts, bulwarks, and tower folders
Living quarters, arrow slits, gatehouses, and halls
Monstrous walls built as though with steel-alloy boulders

Water-filled deep massive moats to obstruct the foes
Bastions and merlons within majestic meadows
Forts and castles are mysteries of histories.
They are focal themes of bewildering stories.
Form: Rhyme

New Poems

ambitionisagame
gameofur mind
dey hv taught you
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2 b secur but itis
insecurity
BELIEVE me}"?:
cars n girls n mansions
guns n diamonds n bastions
u wontbhappy
deris no end to numbers'}
itsall bout dem baaby
notu weneedtogo
remember thou thoust and all
time is a changing
deathof d sonnet
lessgo
lie by d side of d sea
countin listess waves
huggin lustless kissin
n wipin our tears away
endofallstupidrulesin
POETRY
Form:

Premium Member Blazing Beast

The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...

Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers 
          ferociously forward ...

The blazing bastions bent on burning the backwood bluffs bare with bitter brutality ...

Unholy hoards of heated horror hailing the heavens with heinous, heckling howls of                           
          hellish hostility.

493 Prayer For Governments

493.

Prayer For Governments



Oh Father God, we pray for all governments

That they be just & helpful to all its citizens

Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every government

That they serve as bastions of every citizen's sentiment

Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for our administration

That it may bring peace & prosperity to our nation

This we pray to our One True God. Amen.



-12/25/2015

(Dumarao)

*Prayer Poems for Christmas
Form: Rhyme

Shadowfire Castle

On a mountain called home 
A mountain gave its' ground 
The Shadowfire 
That lies in its' heart 
In you... 
in me 

The colour known only to you 
The colour reflected within its' walls 
Through vaulted ceilings 
Bastions of stone 
Flying buttress 
Turret and spire 
This the castle known as... 
Shadowfire 

To look upon the sky 
See the silouette 
Tall spire 
Rising from a mountain 
An eagle to fly 
A castle high 
Shadowfire
Form: Ballad

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