Best Atry Poems

I like it cool and I like it dark.

                                  Long deep sleep...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.

Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His...

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Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to...

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Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
 The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.

The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
...

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To My Children

Your teeth are green.
Your hot breath reeks.
Your room is a mess.
Your clothing stinks.
Your voice is loud.
Your ears are deaf.
I am your maid
and personal chef.
I'm proud of you
and all your traits
Cause I'm the one
Who made you great.

Brenda Atry...

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Life is a bastard son, prodding the fertile horizon
poking into places tender, tearing the expanse of dawn
he taunts, rude and bellicose, so full of himself
spewing into the weakest streams, a wet dream.

With platitudes he prances, son of a fearsome father
promising eternity, singing a lover's song...

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Winter bequeaths you.
Velvet crocus tease my flesh.
The tides thirst for more.


Brenda Molmod Atry
Copyright February, 2018


#YouandMeandHimandHerAndThemAndUs...

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Writers wrong readers with wiles
Please protect poetry and prose
From flagrant fraudulent fancies
Of overwritten odius odes.

A related collection of poetry
Now can be published at whim.
The author just needs lots of money,
Hubris,and perhaps a few pencils or pens.
Once the selection is published,
Layman will fawn at the elequent...

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old river flows hushed
blood and tears, silent weeping  
children are slaughtered


Haiku December 29, 2012

Brenda Atry...

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Rage Against The 12 Kings

On icy thrones, they sit on high,
And pull the strings of average men.
Their governing, silent, ruthless,
As potent and lethal as venom.

They pull strings of mere mortals,
Presidents, Premiers,Dictators,
Tugging these chosen with vindictive force,
Assuring the subjugation is understood.

What can we do,powerless,stricken,unheard,
As the 12...

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Never
Think that I have
Lost or forgotten dreams
That we shared one night long ago.
Never



Brenda Atry
5/14/2011
Five Lines Down Poetry Competition...

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December 12.2012


The scales are balanced, great joys ,vast heartache, deep rooted love.

Age withered appetite ,no food, nor travel desired, memories rekindle want ,but not drive.

A weekend with Hugh Jackman can surely re whet my palate, oh wolverine on high!

Brenda Atry December , 2012...

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The breeze glides on scent
Sweet fresh breath of dawn's moist dew
Sun's first kiss of day



Haiku
5/31/2011
Brenda Atry...

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Reeling from the news,
                                        Life did...

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Two men under the altar
                                        ...

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