Long Low lying Poems

Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 1
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

1. Life's Always an Adventure (Morogoro)
Can one's life be that safe when all live in a zoo -
Friend on...

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The experience of leaving the ground was a sensation that she could never have imagined.  Her stomach felt strange and at first she felt light headed, but that subsided in a short while. ...

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“Something Beautiful” 

Something beautiful befell my eyes
yet inside the silent child,
The Unheard, loudly cries 
ugly turn away, 

I hear it,

it cries in the mirror,
turn me away -
it cries, yet I am that I am forthright...

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Climate change
does nearly
but not neatly cover up
discomforting complexities
of losing polyculturally rich ecosystems
like transportive air and water
and sacred communion
of sovereign feasting nations

Not really dealing with unresolved issues
like economic boundary chaos

Between each of four regenerative
and degenerative
annual cycling...

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Now, let us watch as they proceed,
along the line of the river they go,
Cavalry, they are now riding,
to the front, the read and both flanks of the arachnids,
Slowly they move along, 
between the hillside and...

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The cold wind of the Antarctic
Cut any warmth from the sun
We have come to measure the world warming 
That has been melting the ice away 

A satellite had mapped the whole of the continent
And had...

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“The Big Blues and Baptismal Alice”



In the land of the dirty politician
Steely resolve was borne bidding
farewell to thinly veiled conceit and division
that particular brand of milk had long in the tooth turned sour
in her red-hot...

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Firstly, skies grew dark, whilst the winds grew strong,
this ominous progression, showed it would not be long
before towering clouds released their thunderous load
of torrential rain, on the land below.  Though rain bode
well for much...

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In this house so ominous, I did hear a hiss.
What could it in this, alone in house and room.
It was a sound of a crack, like shivers go down the back.
There it is again, a...

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Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They...

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SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH

U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…

Ever she inspires...

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Let me tell you a story...

It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier 
that March of 1964...

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Depression times – no one went out
To theatres, concerts, movie shows –
They had friends in or went to their homes.
The whole country was more than broke.
There was always drinking at the parties
And a low-lying cloud...

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October

Late morning light that casts a slanted path from Eastern sky
Upon a decaying terrain of diminished day
To torch the tumble of crisp and fragile foliage
Where a multitude of basking golden shapes rest serene
Waiting for some...

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The weeping willow invitingly beckons
Low lying branches dipping woody elbows
Into a cool refreshing running stream
Like a scene out of an old techno movie
Projecting iridescent blues and greens
Highly saturated in their colour
The essence of tranquillity in...

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We did it ourselves with our waste and our greed
Warnings were given but no-one took heed
They said the sea level slowly would rise
as heat and pollution built up in the skies

They said that the ice...

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July is the month of monsoon rains in our part of the land when there will be incessant downpour and flooding in coastal areas and low lying lands 

In the vast expanse up so high,
In...

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First-Person Personal
By Sy Roth

Here adrift wrapped in a coat of heebeejeebies
Fearful of using the first-person personal
Masking it instead by holograms of itself,
Playful non-entities cavorting among the semi-living.

Used to squirrel the words away like nuts now...

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The outlook for the coming week
Socially hot with a wave of heat
Love is fair, fine with expected sun
Finances however overcast but rain there's none
Health this week foggy with low lying cloud
The weekend expect lightning and...

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As the winter drifts with the northern wind
Some high latitude areas of north hemisphere
Will be in the clasp of sporadic snowstorms
Others will be mantled with dense opaque frost
Longing to feel the reviving warmth of the...

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The Mutaitho hill zigzags its way to the borderlines of the sky
And to the opposite poses the historic Muilu hill once a shrine;
Now there between slithers the Kimongo River where huge rocks lie;
It’s on the...

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Sung from the tip of the top of the sonic mountain
The voice of the drip of the drops of a tonic fountain
The shimmer that possessed the wolf to howl at the moon
The demon in the...

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On a drowsy dusk in summer the air suddenly stops to flow,
the trees seemed stilled fossils, their boughs drooping low.
The horizon turns a slate draped with onyx cloud layers,
the thunder splinters the falling sky, rattling...

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Irma and Florida
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017 -  10:07 AM

 We're watching several channels
To determine what's for real
Reporters on the outside,
In the wind and rain's ideal

The place now is Miami
Presentation there's the best
Storm surge rising in...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep...

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