Short Rampart Poems
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Fallacies rampart unto your face,
let them not, bring u any disgrace
For, the peregrination is untold
Staff of benediction, must you hold
TO reach THE ZENITH,
festooned with GOLD!
GOETHE’S PATH
Jake Castle placed a landmark.
He was not on ordinary trip.
His Goethe’s Path was rampart.
In the forest, he trekked.
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PENNED ON JUNE 15, 2014!
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The force that filled this sail
blew dust off crest of desert dunes
howled sighs in forest tree-trunk array
whistled a tune in rampart rafters
lulled a wheat field to shimmery shivers
chilled bones to curdle 'n crack
tired,
seeped out a crack,
and blew away.
Conceiving virtue's mending,
spells the view
in careful words unending,
seeing you!
The bridgework, as a blending
links we two
the road, so apprehending
is askew!
My eyes once gloved in blindness,
find renew
and send these fingers rampart,
to remove -
Hypocrisies contending,
yea uncouth -
The sight of you begotten
....seems all truth!
Jealousy finally persuades her victims,
Making them resort to the evilest deeds
No good words or plausible maxims
Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds.
Once planted in the cold weakened heart
They mature as suspicions and doubt,
Raising a strong impenetrable rampart
Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.
Written October 9, 2021
Crucifying kitten pleas, bending rules and illness deeds.
Seeming upstart, a bleeding rampart, healing meek with insurance geek.
A screaming bleak, knots and knots a tantalizing map of reality.
We give and get, spend and fret, curtains calling drapery.
Sun that sins, a past that spins.
Gasoline dream Work and work,
a job that sings, kids and citizens.
Form:
Draw near and listen—
the interminable din—
thunderous and raging,
spindrift riven from
graybeards’ snowy crests,
that plunge at journey’s end,
their whitest teeth laid bare,
to gnash with boundless fury
on patient rampart of
unyielding stones,
their mottled skin
to smooth and polish,
that these might stand,
in reverent alarm,
never to be forgotten.
Could be Hastings Street,
or Lenox Avenue.
Could be 18th and Vine
And still be true.
Could be 5th and Mound,
Could be Rampart:
When you pawned my watch
You pawned my heart.
Could be you love me
Could be that you don't.
Might be that you'll come back
Like as not you won't.
Hastings Street is weary,
Also Lenox Avenue.
Any place is dreary
Without my watch and you.
I stack my bricks together
Assemble one by one
Construct myself a barrier
To hide from everyone
My soul's become too fragile
It's shivery and weak
Ramshackled by dishonesty
Enfeebled by deceit
So I've engineered a fortress
An rampart for the pain
Ensconced behind my barrier
I'll never hurt again
So I stack and stack and stack my bricks
My emotion thwarting wall
A soul saving work of masonry
To shield me from it all
Bouncing across the checker board
I'll captain this ship
Advance or retreat
Something in between
Power holds all the money
Its funny to be upset or
Disgruntled
Synesthesia rampart
As molten sense changes form
Its altered or reborn
A soul in the melting pot
Of Creation
So when its your turn
Ill observe
The movement and assumption
Which battery packed brigade
Made it across the line
Jujitsu in the heart of the city
Street stomping Wall Street papers
Inviting cheerful nod
son’s action songs praise* God
his gestures of delight
smite grievous spastic blight
midst joyous quirkiness
he shouts love’s preciousness…
My special child’s glad heart
keeps me in peace-rampart.
*Luke 19:37 … Rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works…
March 14, 2020
6th place, "Alexandrine - Modified" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 3/25/2020.
Erect this rampart around my lone heart
in case we must part before I can start
hoping for more
while I implore
your grace and your art when you must depart.
When current and sea wash right over me
I babble a plea like lonesome debris
while getting towed,
saline bestowed,
until I agree to life’s jubilee.
Tumult shall erase what I can’t replace
to wash that sole trace of bliss from my face
you must return--
make my soul burn
as flames dance to chase my cheerful disgrace.