Best Wyler Poems

A Lady Waits

The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes...

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The College Caravan

Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the...

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Potty Parity

I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “***** envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women...

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Dear Graduate,

… Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing 
whispers that a presence needn’t be seen to be felt … 
						
… And sometimes, the people piling onto the benches 
of packed bleachers sense that a sacred space 
is simultaneously filling … 				
							
… And often, clustered families...

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If We Try To Ask Why

It was another plain morning in the mundane business belt
until we felt the day stay still, and we knelt to pray at will.
In the decade since our engrained tranquility was strained,
our prayers have waned, and cooperation was not sustained.
As proof...

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If We Try To Ask Why

It was another plain morning in the mundane business belt
until we felt the day stay still, and we knelt to pray at will.
In the decade since our engrained tranquility was strained,
our prayers have waned, and cooperation was not sustained.
As proof...

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If our high hopes
and a rainbow’s slopes
collide,
wide scopes of kaleidoscopes
raining
bold, forgotten designs
upon old, cotton twines
we’re staining
still bind the gentle mind,
after all this while, to
tie-dye’s sentimental style.

E. V. Wyler...

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To Bear Witness

To bear witness … and awaken the world … he’ll rise:
Helpless to halt routine horrors he’s seeing,
A scared, adolescent boy of slender size,
Nabbed and dehumanized solely for “being”,
Keeps records of the cruelty his captors devise.

Yesterday once stayed his tenacious tenant of time,
Occupying today...

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A Tribe of Trolls

A tribe of trolls escaped their cage! 
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …

Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …

Let’s hail...

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Dear Graduates,

… Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing 
whispers that a presence needn’t be seen to be felt … 
						
… And sometimes, the people piling onto the benches 
of packed bleachers sense that a sacred space 
is simultaneously filling … 				
							
… And often, clustered families...

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"... Someday ..."

The sound of "... someday ..."
is the saddest serenade:

       Its Lyrics are the disappointment
              of plans misplaced
       ...

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The Revving Roar of Rolling Thunder

Through the revving roar of Rolling Thunder,
amplifying along air and asphalt, 
silent complacency’s cast asunder,
by the tour de force its riders exalt.

On roads and bridges, spectators await
the annual coast-to-coast migration
of Run For The Wall passing through their state
in tightly unified...

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In the abyss, so black and bleak, 
I’m swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel’s bay,
I am Jonah, humbled and meek.  
 
During the storm’s most starkest streak,
through sustained strife, I stand and seek
God’s deliverance … while I...

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Luckily for the bereft    			
grieving through darkness alone	
dawn is abundantly deft                          
at its medicinal tone.		 

When a...

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"I Shall A Mighty Hunter Be!"

“I shall a mighty hunter be,
The King of Kills, by God’s decree!
Savannahs always guarantee
a vantage camouflaging me.
  
I’ll lie in wait with sharpened claws
… until her keys unlock our doors!
My human’s finished many chores,
including patronizing stores

for meals to place...

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