Short Wryly Poems

how gloweth thine eye
in this sadness of sunlight…
where trees cease shaking
woodland rests with bated breath
wryly squirrels search for home

© Harry J Horsman 2023...

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worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."

It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.

Ah! The problem....

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With open arms
And staring wryly
A curve on the lips,
I relish catastrophy.

The turmoil you see,
The bizzare irony;
These are just...
My accomplices really.

They say I choose
To embrace agony
When the rest crashes down...
Where else could I be?...

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Some friends I know are loathe to share 
Affections for these word inflections
Try as I may they seem to scare
At thoughts of further introspections

If they should pry their headphones high
Peruse the verse their tune relies
They just might feel the big reveal
The rhythmic zeal and fresh appeal 
Within the rants they wryly chant
 
Just maybe then all won’t be lost
They may just pick up Robert Frost...

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The witch was waiting for me, waiting up high
She smiled, a crooked smile, with a cool wink
She’s a wryly young witch one you can’t deny
She swooped down on me, quicker than you might think
I was in fear of her awesome, great power
Right in the corner I would go and cower
There before me I’m face to face with her eyes
She flayed me with evil, direct from the skies

Russell Sivey...

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“Time to Say Goodbye”
 
When I hear this Beautiful song
I smiled wryly of my foolishness so long time ago.
She had left me,
And my youthful emotion was on overtime
Sleep was impossible,
Then came thoughts of revenge
If she comes back, I will spurn her, how childish!
I walked in the night
But most things have a breaking point, and I went to bed
Slept for 12 hours woke up, 
was hungry and didn’t think of her....

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I surrender to the will of the fates at last
For all my trials to the test I cast
Remembering my agony my heart aches once more
Unknown is the future, I am unable to secure
In vain are my hopes dashed, time and again
Replete I lie now, exhausted yet sane
Try I did to run away from my destiny
Yet it followed in hot pursuit wryly
My aim, my ambition, my ever wandering mind
To the fates I surrender, please be gentle, be kind...

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In low cut shirts and mini-skirts
she pesters passions through the day,
but my advances she averts
while still continuing her flirts,
she leaves me longing love’s ballet.

But daylight wanes and fades to night,
the thoughts of lustful love turn tender,
and with the bedroom drapes drawn tight
she wryly winks and lowers light,
and gives herself in sweet surrender.


April 8, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 2
Sponsor: Laura Loo...

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Wryly he grins at the familiar thought
that he's once again eating late breakfast
over early lunch, or maybe just 
the other way around.

It amuses him he's still this unsure,
much like being still unable to tell
if the orange sun in a painting 
is rising or setting.

He gently brushes a strand of stray hair
from her cheek, tucks it soft behind her ear 
round her nape, a fleeting smile 
of  uncertainty in her sleep.

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The American heart now beats again
it stirs from a disturbing sleep within.
An unbalanced man had his knee,
kept it on the nation's neck for all to see.

Our heavy hearts were ignited today
one nominee's compassion shines the way.
A minority woman running mate -
will wisely guide in the world's next debate.

America smiles wryly in the thought
that democracy avoids this onslaught.
Hopes surge to brave hearts in moments sober
for Americans and friends world over....

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