Short Atry Poems

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


Haiku December 29, 2012

Brenda Atry...

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


Brenda Molmod Atry
Copyright February, 2018


#YouandMeandHimandHerAndThemAndUs...

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Bin Laden
All Dead Beef
And No Pork



                                                        Whatever Contest
                                                           Brenda Atry
                                                             5/12/2011...

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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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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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You're turning grey.
Oops, so am I,
And what are those small lines,
At the corner of your eye?

Did I hear you right?
That I look o.k.?
Or are you just trying
To make my day?

The years have passed so quickly.
Youth was only yesterday

But my love for you
Is still as blind,
As on our wedding day.


Brenda Atry...

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Reeling from the news,
                                        Life did not turn out as planned.
                                                 It turned out better.


                                                A celebratory haiku by
                                                  Brenda Molmod Atry
                                                         4/23/2011...

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Two men under the altar
                                          Marraige vows will be spoken.
                                             Six days until the wedding.



                                                                 *


                                                 Bride will arrive soon.





Wedding Rehearsel Dodoitsu
Brenda Atry
5/14/2011...

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Will we have an early thaw?
The willows run green mid December 
My head has been ringing since 1 am
The mouse has found a place to gnaw
At my resolution
At my depleted strength

Today I seal the tomb closed 
Filled with my delusion 
And another’s guile
Old bitterness, frost, and ice
Good bye my never friend
Until spring, can warmth return
To bind two broken hearts.


Brenda  Atry  12/5/2017...

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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 wordless voice, 
Tears fall dryly at my sublimation
To waters endless song , rejoice.

Brenda Atry
September 28, 2011...

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