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The lost fortress of happy

 

 

There is this place inside me

A strange spot to go

When others come to visit

They catch quite a show

 

I can’t draw you a map

The doctor has the day off

But it is uncomfortable

Like turn your head and cough

 

Wall’s tall as Paul

Bunyan’s axe can’t bust em’

Waiting outside the gates

Something I am accustomed

 

Can’t get there by myself

Tried to cut a path once so I could return

So long between trips

The path is over grown; or completely burned

 

Wishing that I could stay

Knowing that I can’t

Places to see, and people to be

Thanks for listening to this rant

 

 

— Frost Smith, Sep 17, 2007

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Bosspoet

18 years 8 months ago

Those walls

I liked it sometimes we write just to blow off some steam its good that your rant made since! I rant too about my fortress.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

I really must get my "studio"picture on here...

so when one does get in and the fun is only the usual then we look for a smaller more intiment corner of our fortress. The reversal is ExtraOrdinairy.Out of the box to a bigger box is still confinement,and good riddance to confinement.AYY Ye' Pirate. My fortress is ugly concret with a history of the Most Curios things but from here I plan to launch,myself to The Horizon and Beyond,to join the Escape artist one and all. So much better on the second read through. In Ink, Dabbler P.s.Tis Better to succlude, then to go Boom!
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Quillsvein1

18 years 8 months ago

an

accurate assessment of the often fleeting nature of human happiness--indeed, the "fortress of happy" is not a protected castle for us but a place we have to jimmy open with a crowbar at times, then realize we are getting kicked out. i love the poetic honesty you have here and the way you articulate this difficult but also joyful truth. the only thing i would change is some of the punctuation and what not, if that's a concern to you: "walls" instead of "wall's", "there" instead of "there". revising this would be a good idea if these things matter to you but otherwise i think this is one hell of a poem with a realistic message. great job!
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Tuttey

18 years 8 months ago

Strange this place!

Yet... I have been there once or thrice upon my steed in the heed. I don't know that you know but... I seem to see. Let it be. Well done! KUDOS!!! T
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Eveliina

18 years 8 months ago

Very moving

This poem is really touching...I like this stanza a lot "Can’t get there by myself Tried to cut a path once so I could return So long between trips The path is over grown; or completely burned"...the right way or no way...this is how one can reach true happiness.. " in the end, we will only just remember how it feels..."
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Sirens Serenade

18 years 3 months ago

Shadows

I like this a lot, almost like exploring the shadow side of our nature and then finding we are comfortable being there...part of the process of true enlightenment I believe. Not sure if that's what you intended but that's how it comes over to me. The last line made me smile. Just one tiny thing in the first line...should be There instead of Their.
Frost Smith

Frost Smith

18 years 3 months ago

Sirens Serenade...

everything is fleeting; but to find happiness I have to have help, we are not meant to be alone in this world, thank you
Rett

Rett

18 years ago

Lost Fortress of happy.

As Frost said, most have to have help..wife, significant other and above all, you have to accept yourself and be happy with you while striving to make better. Well done! Rett
Frost Smith

Frost Smith

18 years ago

Rett ...

The help I was referring to was friends thanks for commenting Frost
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years ago

Beautiful well written rant

Smiles:) Barbara I live can relate. Inside of me is where I live I come out to play sometime when it seems like fun I go back inside from the storm and winds before it is too late.