Short Wiry Poems

attached 
to its twig
by a wiry
petiole
lucky leaf
twirls
like a pinwheel
in the 
breeze...

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long thin wiry
protuberances
from his belly
scooting up the wall
long after
the screams
die out...

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Morning Hair

Gray white straight wiry
Frightening straight yelling wire
Makes Brillo looked permed....

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Peacocks are poets
Whimsical wiry walking
Eyes ever talking
Feathers floating words
Colorful as ever heard...

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people 

stopped smiling years ago
lost in the wiry mire of cell phones
now they're wearing N95s
now I can pretend they're still

alive...

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Body,
Wiry.

Mesh on,
Base song. 

Choke flex,
Ox tex.

Around,
The sound. 

Repair,
Aware.

Lipid,
Fluid.

Think sex,
In rex....

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A competition was held in Bulgaria 
to find out which girl's legs were hairier. 
The winning lassie 
beat a huge chimpanzee 
and a wiry old Irish Fox Terrier....

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Big Bennie Davis and Joe Nally are walking down  to the pub 
 Joe's about five four and wiry.
A car pulls to the curb . The driver calls out
Hey Shorty. How do we get to Ellis street?
Nally" How did you know my name was Shorty?
Driver "I guessed"
Nally " Well guess where Ellis street is"
They went into the pub....

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waddle along wise women
whisper this wayfarer’s wishes
with will and warmth
wind your way- waggling wheels
whiz this way and wear my wit to my wiry wonder

wiggling wave wash my wits
weave my words like a wreath
and wedge them on my winsome would-be
wag my wealthy words whirling wind
waft my wonderful words to my waiting woman...

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Not long ago
at the corner of
Ironic Avenue and
Mary Jane Lane, I grew
plump tuluberries with wiry
roots secured deep underneath
the muddy banks of Shasta Lake.

Cream flowed
from dangling taps
nourishing with foam.
Prayers welcomed blessed
survival when life held some
meaning beyond ticks on tricky
balance sheets singed as leverage....

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There came a stranger, one dark night,
With no one to talk to, no kith or kin.
He was strong and wiry,
Tall and burly,
But still a limp in every step.
'He must be a burglar', said old Tom by the bar,
He was the talk of the village for quite a while.
But who knew of the timid soul that lay beneath his hide,
With a broken leg and a broken heart....

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I lay roses at their feet.
They toss thorns at mine.
I speak with silk songs.
They spew wiry lines.

I approach in peace.
They come with stones.
I throw out love.
They heave bones.

How can I enjoy softness?
They rather pursue judgment.
Most good deeds go unnoticed.
Slander gets no punishment.

 Am I the target or dangerously positioned in the crossfire? ...

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what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles...

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what tales lie behind wrinkled eyes
sagging corners tired
with life
what dance has
the crooked back danced
angled with experience
blissful and dark
many leathered hands stroked
hair wiry gray
aged by this journey
scratchy laughter remains
of this wrinkled tangible existence
yet the infinite spirit
imprints burden of proof
in the shiny new succession
of childrens giggles...

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Dark curly hair on the stomach
soft, wiry, or somewhere in between—
with a unique texture especially after bath.

Deep voice that carries a break
especially when in the mood.
A neatly groomed mustache that sits
just above pink lips.

Can weave words into poetry
same ease in unraveling laughter 
with matured jokes.

She whispered, "that's everything I've ever desired in a man."...

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the old witch, wicked?
had yet to be determined
lured five brave men to

her wedding bed and 
five less brave men down the isle
of divorce. was it 

the long scar down her 
crooked nose, wiry long hair
streaming off of the 

dark mole on her snarled
lower lip? Was it her huge 
hips, nasty morn breath?

we will never know
for now she has found her bliss
the prince placed the kiss...

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9
My naughty brown cat’s 9 lives are still intact
She is very fit as a matter of fact
Thanks to the wiry little dog of my neighbor
Who chased her home tail between legs and all
Or she would have been stomped on by horses
And left fossilized on the very big dark road
Where I would have found her lying very dead 
Then my tears will form pools like raindrops do
And granny’s prophecy will be coming true after all....

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strange
forest
mysteries
holds, gnarled bent  trees
with dense thorny leaves and fresh water spring
diffusing sunlight into greenish glow
laced with shadows
coiled  ivy
writhe the
path
An
ardent
old wiry
witch on a stump
caretaker of the enchanted forest

7/4/2016

Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10. 
using  http://www.howmanysyllables.com/...

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Head buried beneath the wind,
hung, grasping an overhang,
hug the thin bones of wiry tussocks.

At the moor's edge
where the cliff-drop, gnaws at the sky,
a jutting ledge raises it hackles,
fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl
within creaking jawed boots

Turn an ankle here,
and you may fall
unleashed
to die somewhere.

Cling!

Laugh at yourself.

Do not enter your mind,
where your whipped dog cowers.


...

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A chipmunk chases another, 
who somehow vice-versas the first,
One chipmunk pops out of a hole,
and hops across the lawn,
and stops upon the wall,
and rests upon its haunches, 
to chew up a maple seed,
One jumps up a rohodendron’s wiry arms,
and scrambles to get lost among the leaves,
Piercing with a peep somewhere deeper in the woods,
Does The Tall look down at a fighting-to-rat-race us like it's cute little chippering play?...

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tiny weight of grandma’s parakeet
on my finger
spider leg toes
bones enclosed in skin 
the curved pins the claws
that grip my finger
balancing its wiry weight
of beak and wings

the feathered fan of tail 
compacted 
pulling downward
balances the body full of webs of bones
like veins inside my eye

delicate bones

like grandma herself
thin and fragile
with holy hair
thick and white 
it fans like feathers
in my dreams...

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When fingertips are rough
Connect them with the wire
And let them freely slide and twang
The resonate supplier

The frequency transpire
And waves that flood the room
Do soften roughened fingertips
When audit’ries abloom

How sonic muse do plume
So disregard the stage
It’s in your hands, it’s there and then
Embittered and assuaged

The opened spruce-wood cage
And canvas to bedeck
Do welcome roughened fingertips
To dance the wiry neck...

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The sweetest fresh aroma filling a room.
   tufts of narrow leaves a summer bloom
               like trumpets all in a row
                  on Wiry stems grow.
                        Colours bright
                            graceful
                           a delight.
                    Used in bottled scents 
                     a symbol of innocence.
         Pure white chosen for a wedding day
   proudly adorning a blushing brides bouquet....

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Gluttony takes no prisoners,
And leaves nothing behind to grow,
Except the need for more.

Gluttony unchecked will end our planets usefulness,
But not our usefulness,
In helping Gluttony get to more and more planets.

More, more, more, and ever more,
Is Gluttony's call to all but the wiry,
And the spendthrift,
The non-alcoholic,
And the tree Hugger,
The Hermit,
And the one actually on a diet.

But is six enough,
To reverse the damage, 
From decades of overindulgence?...

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Feral.
He's a dirty little kid
small and wiry, hair
all matted and dull.
Covered in scabs,
no shoes on his feet.
Poor little chap.
Looks like he has just crawled from under a hedge.
Gone feral, that's what's happened to him.
Left to his own devices a scavenger he's become.
Feeding off other peoples rubbish.
His clothes are just rags, he needs a good bath,
and a hot meal.
He's a feral child, gone wild, untamed, no one to take care of him.   


Antony Slausen.
07/08/2018....

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