Short Wrest Poems

time's great test
opportunities to wrest...

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To
smile
in the face
of ill-will is to
wrest full control...

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even erasure -
my meaningful memory
won't wrest wanton will
...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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'!...

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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!...

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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…
...

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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?...

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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...

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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....

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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?...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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~ 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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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