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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"... Someday ..."

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

       Its Lyrics are the disappointment
   ...

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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...

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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...

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Luckily for the bereft    			
grieving through darkness alone	
dawn is abundantly deft           ...

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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...

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