Short Wrest Poems
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death’s the ultimate earth life test
a reality check that chokes
what we hold onto fate does wrest
whence we see this dream life’s a hoax
Life is a series of tests
armies of unwelcome guests
wave after wave of insect pests ~
From them a crown you must wrest
A glassy sea of crystalline degrees
sustain a mass of icebergs in its pews
that lift their icy eyes in melting pleas
to wrest the dying of their waning hues.
A stanza from my poem, Obscure Land of Lights
Written on 5/21/2019
I HAVE SEEN GOD FACE TO FACE
A SATAN HAST WRESTED ME TO NO END
I AM THE GOD THAT HE SPEAKEST OF
THAT HAST WREST LOOSE THE
TALUS
AND NOW I STAND BEFORE THESE
MEN SUPERIOR AND BEST
AND UNRAVELED BY THE APPROACH
OF THOSE WHO WISH ME
UNDONE
Moon morning mean at dawning by
with wrest winter the field tree
great ground glances from any posted are
revels reface refuse, not heaven
deny deeply delight, not of birds’ sings
melody must mix with the dawning
Souls by eminent feeling are aliveness.
w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
!
Hope cradles for its faction ~ nest
the will to live, a place to rest
and age disciples, as is blest
while dreams recycle, best by best!
Yet through some ministry's ingest
a truth survives, not counterfeit
that time is not the combing's wrest,
but faith's forebearance adds the tress'!
Do the heavens, live far from this hell,
does the Earthfall, for the sun to rise?
Yet too deep for mortal measure,
is the ocean, that's been called your eyes.
Wrest the secret of the ages,
of pyramids and scratches on stone.
One mystery lies beyond solving,
your heart that beats against my own!
A bird’s life …
Mean and meager
Eking out
A hard existence
Each and every day…
Yet always they strive
Are e’er eager
Existing out of
Pure persistence
Each and every day…
And wrest the best
From their meager
Subsistence
And take
what they’re given
…From each God given day…
You say you are a
Saint. Your reign
Is of no indent. We
Must wrest
Out our mindless doubt. Your
Tenet is
Without debt. YES,
That was just at the
Start. No one
You called stupid
As you ought
Not do so even now. But
How do we
Reject this doubt
With your floret withered;
When you
Now break our reedy necks
Not our plummet?
Pale daughters beam in the miers
their freckles shine galore
eating sorbet all day
They skip to school
trampling on the dandelions
They are the daughters of pan
musically adroit yet quite forlorn
Their mother tongue is telling half truths
to their peers
half awake they want to wrest your pulse
They cannot be considered inconsequential
The Gothic Quest had best
Not seek to really wrest
The truth from underneath
Time’s tightly shrouded sheath.
Across each quaint old tale
Is stretched a taut black veil
To cloak the primal dread
Hinted at, not said.
The creaking castle door—
The trap door in the floor—
Mere stage props in your soul:
Each man has a start.
There you play your part.
Stupid ants
Wreck each other
Kill yourselves
As none other
Repeated cycle
All in vain
Teach another
Undue pain
Who will play
King of the hill
When one is never
Better still
Understand
The pretense being
He can never
Be all seeing
Wrest each mandible
From the other
Lay these weapons
Down asunder
Was the whole
All worth the end
Does the act
In worth amend?
How many people find rest
After a caging arrest?
How many can give their best?
When locked doors from them, dreams wrest?
They are crops their jailer pest!
Freedom they seek East and West:
Much like The Only Wished Guest,
'F' of Freedom stamp on chest,
On my polo it's a crest.
Women would theirs mark on breast;
They don't like this kind of test:
Bird whose best home is its nest.
WREST YE
OH WISE MEN OF
TOMMORROW
THAT THE
NIGHT OF YOUR
GLORY
BEGANS TODAY
WREST YE
OH CHAMPION OF THE FUTURE
THAT YOU HAVE
SLEPT THIS NIGHT AWAY
How do you get to there from here
How do you wrest the untouched fear.
Why you just put one foot in front of the other
And never look to the rear.
Its just a matter of time they say
One step is further than none.
Before you know it, you're way ahead
of the place You once begun.
How do you get to there from here
No one surely knows,
As the best in life is on the road
That no one often goes.
~ Try it -- Riot ~
Hop on Cop
He eats Slop
Off his Top
He'll go Plop
Burn things down
To the ground
Inhibitions unbound
Flames' crackling sound
Loot a store
Take some more
Work's a bore
What's a riot for
Do your best
To disrupt the West
You're just a guest
Til power you wrest
Have some fun
Shoot your gun
You've already won
This country's done
A golden tincture to the sky
as to the west it goes its way,
last fleeting glance of the sun’s eye
ere night-time comes to wrest the day.
Sat tired within my garden there
high on a tree an anthems sung,
a feathered lovechild of the airr
affirming joy of life on wing.
Its song more permanent than I
though I may think to own the tree
it cares not and all change defies
for that small bird owns liberty.
Eyes reflect a fireplace glowing,
Moonlight has its luring say.
Wrest the cork, the wine is flowing,
Laughter eases care away.
Glasses clink through frosted windows.
Reminisce when first they meet.
Face to face on propping elbows,
Whispers pillows ever keep.
Passion molds a cryptic sculpture
Shaped without a reason why.
Love creates a mystic culture,
Words attempt but can't define.
Gene Bourne
03-12-14
Just behind the crystal gaze
wrest with defeat and crumbled name
know me though you cannot see
Silver ghost haunting me.
shadows passing mind to mind
A thought to hide forbidden
and while peering eyes to eyes
the random hope is hidden .
Oh haste defeat this vexing stare
This would unshackle you .
The crystal Gaze entrances all
Wipe your eyes and seek for truth .
By L. Dale McKee
Rich rhymes
Take time
Love lines
Fit fine
Joy juice
New noose
Prize pain
Glimpse gain
Be bright
Reap right
Sow seeds
Niche needs
Wants wrest
Charm crest
Etch east
Fond feast
Whirl west
Free fest
Day dreams
Sound schemes
Cheer choice
Pick poise
Sweet spice
Draw dice
Wise words
Health heard
Spur speed
Drill deed
Sketch sure
Praise pure
Leon Enriquez
15 July 2016
Singapore
O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.
Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –
on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.
The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.
Satish Verma
Form:
O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.
Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –
on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.
The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.
Satish Verma
Form:
Not all guardian angels have wings
To hover in a stone washed sky.
Sometimes they suddenly enter your life
And may cause you to question why?
Sometimes it may have been a stranger
Whom God thought you needed to know.
Just a seed that you'd be undeserving of
From which friendship and love will grow.
Angels that will induce Godly thoughts
And wrest from your soul, your best.
Perhaps this is just why God sends them
To assist you through another life test.
Meet mind merge
Vet void verge
Craft creed calm
Brisk bright balm
Note nice nude
Craze crafts crude
Feel frames fear
Change charms cheer
Light leaks loud
Prompt prize proud
Wrest wild ways
Daze drapes day
Feed fine flame
Brood boom blame
Spread sweet spice
Pay prompt price
Last laughs lost
Chance cheap cost
Wise words work
Joy juice jerks
Mute moist mood
Graft gift good
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2019
Singapore