Short Drawbridge Poems

awaken bagpipes
riled up in broguish accent
traversing drawbridge
of Cawdor Castle
enchanting chanter and drones...

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Since Billie Joe jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge
Nothing has been the same up on the Choctaw ridge
Since Bobbie Gentry, it appears
Up and completely disappears
The Mississippi delta has a new drawbridge.

May 20, 2021...

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an old man's mouth
nose dives

the slumping drawbridge
of an flattened fortress

rocketing obscenities fallout
fissioned lips as overtaxed
silkworms labor on

spinning cesium shrouds
to hide our dead
from presidential eyes...

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Unguarded by the living now,
The castle stood.
Drawbridge dangling.
Tongued mouth reaching outward.
Crenulations gnawing, 
The stark gray sky.
Rime-covered battlements
Coated with gangrenous moss moan.
With a banshee’s howl through apertures
Where archers once stood....

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It would never be the same
this heart, aching in the moment,
growing “a la Grinch”,
seeded with a look, a gaze
gossamer, this veil of lust
this gentle coup of crown and throne
this empty castle - drawbridge down.


©6/21/2018

for Seven lines of romantic heaven Poetry Contest...

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I've built a fortress round my weary heart
which cannot be penetrated by your arrows and darts
the moat around it is frozen to its core
with a no ice skating sign hanging on my front door
your excuses are lame regarding your eminent domain
my drawbridge is now officially closed from all your pain

6-17-18...

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To trust is to risk betrayal
To need is to risk emptiness 
To hope is to risk rejection 
To feel is pain

Head too busy
Heart too heavy
Skin too thin
Feel too much

Turn away from it all
Pull up the drawbridge 
Turn off the lights 
Detach and numb

Deny feeling
Reject need
Stifle hope
Trust no one...

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A Prince of Life,
A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee

One horse disappears under a
ransomed moon,
a drawbridge now unseen

Eyes close tight
and turn within,
all royalty disowned

As the King calls once
and the Queen calls twice
—the Jester on the throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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A Prince of Life—A Prince of Death,
  two courts for him to flee

One horse disappears under a ransomed
 moon,
  —a drawbridge now unseen

Eyes close tight and turn within,
  all royalty disowned

As the King calls once and the Queen 
  calls twice,
  —the Jester on the throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)...

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8:15
The island ferry rumbles at the port
A stream of tourists scramble from the rear
As the sun goes down behind the concrete
Taxi doors glow in colours that can't be
Bought, sold or caught.


8:53
The Oil truck rumbles at the port
A stream of sweat with the change of gear
5 attempts to scramble up the drawbridge
And an empty bottle of beer
Glowing like an emerald on the wall...

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a drawbridge is seen
a yellow carriage ground 
grass so very green
sky and water
 blue in a frame of gold
decorate the scene
as if in a dream
 a starry night
 cypresses over a field of corn
great sunflowers 
a symphony of yellow
blue fields
 as far as the eye can be seen

 exaggerated proportions
 bring
 intangible thrills
over&over
        the stylised brush-work 
scene...

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A drawbridge,a yellow carriage ground a glaring orange,grass so very green,sky and water blue in a frame of gold.Peach,plum and apricot the orchard passion cannot last.As if in a dream  the a starry night,the cypresses over a field of corn,great sunflowers in a symphony of yellow,blue fields as far as the eye can see in exaggerated proportions to the  eyes whether to advantage ,or not, and those intangible thrills to the core in this search for conception....

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Waiting in the tower high
Within a castle strong
Surrounded by a moat so deep
For her prince to come
Always keep the drawbridge up
The gates closed and bared
Guards to keep the tower safe
The one she never leaves
Many years has she waited
Glazing out over the country wide
Wondering where could he be
And why he is not at her side
Always will she watch and hope
For her prince at last to come
Carry her from her tower high
From the castle strong...

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Neon fingers
banish the remnants of the day
Dustbins loiter ominously
blurry eyed
The Night people slide in between
Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses
as heckled men face electric spears

Stet the occasion
A drawbridge opens
staining the gangster day
Outstretched palms
preclude the day

Jewelled ghost trains
ordinately take you
further away

Velvet dolls with a brainy side
watch stale commissioners slide
Star  clad ingénues infuriated evermore...

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You are my friend oh man?
And you are my friend oh woman?
Do I drop the drawbridge across the moat?
Or  lift I the visor off my visage?

I walk with my heart, I am woman
I work with my head, I am man
I cry when I ought to laugh, teach me to laugh
I laugh when I ought to cry, teach me to cry

Betwixt, friendship will be lessons and lessons,
A marriage of motley opportunities
Look through my window, look through mine,
See the other shades? Smile my friend....

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Tonight theres a fortress around my heart,
walling off the hurt that's on the outside,
my heart is once again avoiding the darts,
and wants to gallop off for a solitary ride,
knowing desperately my heart wants to forgive you,
as I slowly swallow my hurtful pride,
hesitantly letting my drawbridge back down,
letting you once again come gallop back inside,
knowing deep down inside you are a danger,
hearing only my own sobbing echoes in my hearts chambers.





11-13-16...

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In a boat
Rowing around the moat
Of my family’s latest castle

The one with towers and a flag with a tassel
And it really seems to me a lot of hassle
That the drawbridge is up and not down

The water’s very brown
I could drown

* based on Prince Magnus of Sweden, who nearly drowned during the construction of the castle drawbridge (another time, he allegedly leapt into the moat believing he saw a mermaid).

18th May, Jack Horne for Nette’s Trois par Huit a Bridge contest...

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I gathered all of my dreams,
frustrations, wishes, and fears.
And stored them in a tower
guarded by a moat of tears.

Emotional bars won't let 
those guarded feelings escape.
And a web of sticky lies
prevents them from taking shape.

Spanning the drawbridge of time;
Hope has built a secret door.
And beyond it lies a path;
that leads me back to before.

But I threw away the key
needed to unlock that door.
I'm locked in a memory,
lost to time forevermore....

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