"garrisoned" poems - Hello Poetry

Goats eat and **** the grass of ramparts, stupefied cannons sit, garrisoned sentries primed for nights of buccaneers, seared by centuries of sun. Down shadowed cobblestoned ramps, fortified shutters covet rifle forend and barrel, wresting rumored slave rebellions from the locker of history, while languid waves whisper indifferently a roll call of human cargo, chattel displaced, cast to the sea. Here history sways to sounds of brown skinned children at play in breakers, laughing, shrieking, thrashing, buoyed by time to this vaulted brick reverberating chamber, here a window’s light is cast beckoning vision past the beach, to seek the horizon Icarus like, to fly towards beauty in terror where an azure sky conjoins a turquoise bay. Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks

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Aug 26, 2018

Aug 26, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC

gary-brocks

CARIBBEAN FORTRESS MUNITIONS ROOM

Goats eat and **** the grass of ramparts, stupefied cannons sit, garrisoned sentries primed for nights of buccaneers, seared by centuries of sun. Down shadowed cobblestoned ramps, fortified shutters covet rifle forend and barrel, wresting rumored slave rebellions from the locker of history, while languid waves whisper indifferently a roll call of human cargo, chattel displaced, cast to the sea. Here history sways to sounds of brown skinned children at play in breakers, laughing, shrieking, thrashing, buoyed by time to this vaulted brick reverberating chamber, here a window’s light is cast beckoning vision past the beach, to seek the horizon Icarus like, to fly towards beauty in terror where an azure sky conjoins a turquoise bay. Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks

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1243 Safe Despair it is that raves— Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Garrisoned no Soul can be In the Front of Trouble— Love is one, not aggregate— Nor is Dying double—

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Emily Dickinson

Safe Despair it is that raves—

1243 Safe Despair it is that raves— Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Garrisoned no Soul can be In the Front of Trouble— Love is one, not aggregate— Nor is Dying double—

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A void frame holds together Black Mountainous clouds weighing heavy on the sky, fearing an inescapable storm. The land below, no longer recognizable for shadows have rained from the absence, eroding the clarity of which once stood firm. Still fresh and raw, the painter stops. His garrisoned red eyes entrench the being of his grotesque creation and with lost hope takes his final brushstroke. The brush, with nothing more to give, lifts an unsubstantial bit paint off of the canvas. Leaving what appears to be, a negative silhouette. The white void of a butterfly.

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC

Lithium

Chaos of a Masterpiece

A void frame holds together Black Mountainous clouds weighing heavy on the sky, fearing an inescapable storm. The land below, no longer recognizable for shadows have rained from the absence, eroding the clarity of which once stood firm. Still fresh and raw, the painter stops. His garrisoned red eyes entrench the being of his grotesque creation and with lost hope takes his final brushstroke. The brush, with nothing more to give, lifts an unsubstantial bit paint off of the canvas. Leaving what appears to be, a negative silhouette. The white void of a butterfly.

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Black steeds reveal their charged breath with splendid revelry o'er the piedmont valley .. Green , gray facades sweep across a volley of cannon and tooled steel reflections as Plough hand , Artist and neighbor stand garrisoned before their final hours .. Morning skies are a terrific blue in springs first fleeting gasp .. Is Barabbas among these warriors ? If so , let him stand forward !

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Kennesaw Mountain

Black steeds reveal their charged breath with splendid revelry o'er the piedmont valley .. Green , gray facades sweep across a volley of cannon and tooled steel reflections as Plough hand , Artist and neighbor stand garrisoned before their final hours .. Morning skies are a terrific blue in springs first fleeting gasp .. Is Barabbas among these warriors ? If so , let him stand forward !

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Star-crossed lovers died, Upon a blade and poisoned, At each other’s side. Woeful was the bride, At peace where two unseasoned Star-crossed lovers died, Taken by the tide Who named two lovers treasoned, At each other’s side. Speak their names with pride, For in that crypt where reasoned Star-crossed lovers died, Love does still reside, In lovers lain imprisoned At each other’s side. Love dies not denied; It dwells ‘twixt where garrisoned Star-crossed lovers died, At each other’s side.

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC

tryst

Star-Crossed Lovers

Star-crossed lovers died, Upon a blade and poisoned, At each other’s side. Woeful was the bride, At peace where two unseasoned Star-crossed lovers died, Taken by the tide Who named two lovers treasoned, At each other’s side. Speak their names with pride, For in that crypt where reasoned Star-crossed lovers died, Love does still reside, In lovers lain imprisoned At each other’s side. Love dies not denied; It dwells ‘twixt where garrisoned Star-crossed lovers died, At each other’s side.

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