Best Atry Poems

I like it cool and I like it dark.

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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



Haiku
5/31/2011
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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...

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Reeling from the news,
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Two men under the altar
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