E V Wyler Poems

In the abyss, so black and bleak,
I'm swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel's bay,
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The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
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To Bear Witness (Holocaust)

To bear witness … and awaken the world … he'll rise:
Helpless to halt routine horrors he's seeing,
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Dear Graduates,

... Sometimes, a spring breeze softly blowing
whispers that a presence needn't be seen to be felt...
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Through the revving roar of Rolling Thunder,
amplifying along air and asphalt,
silent complacency's cast asunder,
by the tour de force its riders exalt.
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Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
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A Tribe of Trolls

A tribe of trolls escaped their cage!
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
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Luckily for the bereft
grieving through darkness alone
dawn is abundantly deft
at its medicinal tone.
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Arrivals

When the sparks of remembrance start rapidly firing,
from scenes in the old, leather-bound album we're admiring,
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