Short Fort Poems
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Hidden among reeds
a crane's silhouette reveals
stillness of beauty
his eyes focused on water
his thoughts lost in its ripples
baby giraffe runs
ducks flutter in murky pond
snakes slither away
lions sneak a nap
seals entertain laughing crowd
penguins waddle by
Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine.
When her husband in battle fell dead,
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.
Santa Jack's under the weather so I'm hear to say
Let's all write a limerick or two today
It should be funny
Or a little bit punny
So pull out your pencils and start writing away
Red, the hot hedgehog baked strawberry short cakes
They were delicious, magnificent, she fed them to her snakes
Better than her chocolate sundaes, or her blueberry shakes.
Best recipe she has, said those satisfied snakes.
Back in my birthplace, though it has no dazzle
Jays still fly gracefully by its castle
By the olden hill it stands
As the mill in the hinterlands
Is turning in the wind
Like a tough rhino's skin
Earthen fortress, tough front wall
Yield? Never! I am a barrier tall
Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret
I'm so tired of this life,
Tired of all the day to day chores.
Now all I want is to take a rest,
Or maybe stop altogether and begone.
But I've some chores left to do,
A prison to guard,
A fort to hold,
A mirror to break,
A blanket to fold,
And a soul to crush, so full of mold.
behind steel bars and concrete blocks
security cameras watched like hawks
within these walls locked up in a box
locked in a box that's strong as an ox
inside the vault with unpickable locks
armed guards protect all ticks & tocks
what is it that consumes all the clocks?
the largest stash of solid gold stocks
stacks of gold bricks inside Fort Knox
Aromatic alleviation that you need;
the secret to having anything succeed?
A blanket fort and peppermint pillow mote;
Sea of calm spiked with crimson passion;
If you get high on imagination?
That’s the turnkey to get inside;
I dare you to try and break the fire wall
if there’s nothing of childhood you recall;
Forever locked outside your psyche;
Fragrant aroma that allows you to breathe
free to rejoin what lies underneath;
Inhale exhale, roll back in time.
Will you step on the hallowed ground
With our brothers and sisters that were found
When we marched together as one
And our lives had just begun
Do you remember the morning parades
And the leave night escapades
The golden days when youth abounded
The feeling of a new life as you were astounded
But the years have been unkind
And the hallowed ground has weeds entwined
For us who were the lucky few
Close you eyes your memories won’t fade for you.
© Paul Warren Poetry