Long Mordant Poems

“Please allow me to answer that question,” he offered.
 When Rian saw him his face went white.  Is this a ghost? He questioned himself.  Could it be?  It looked like Erlenkönig but...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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Humanity Canteen

My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage
bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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there flies a bird as white as life,
an ugly, peaceful dove,
 which carries darkness in its beak,
 the poem wroth with love:
 the farmer wakes at morning,
 weak with pain and ache;
there's no peace in...

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"Aurora Spills"


Aurora spills like a waterfall
light from the eyes 
saltwater tears
crocodilian
scaled in the weight of worth
a drop in the ocean of fate
breaks the seaweed fields of stories 
they wave her in 
rippling time away
fingertips dance...

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No flame within! 
      do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
      shall I put to rhyme.

No picturesque words
      in italics...

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I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right...

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Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
     ~THIS is one of those times...

I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously...

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When wracked with suff'ring even more,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
     which harm, harass, and maul his state.

Aggrieved for what...

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~ (~) The true meaning I-am-I feel of a tiered heart the open actions of a sinner,

God be Him as I believe undoubtedly I know He is;

I pray He grant me mercy. (~) ~


~ (~)...

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i bathed in mordacious threats,
always leading in mordant speech; 
perpetual hatred-
so i became unified with my essence,
goodbye to that vitriolic fiend...
             ~i should...

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Two Dogs at the Gateway
By Sy Roth


They slurped their saliva, 
huge globs,
big, barking mouthfuls 
dripping from their jowls like milky icicles 

Teeth-bared lips,
They guarded the gateway.
Pleased by their vacated spittle,
their noses now sniffed the air,...

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How quickly I became intoxicated
from the salt I'd tasted around the rim
of the crystal chalice he filled for me
with ambrosia kisses as shadows fell.

A spell was cast on this dark bewitching night,
beneath the torches of...

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apocalyptic abrasions tear 
across earth and sea and sky

crepuscular beast of no moon
reveals and unreveals 

ambiguous forms of vapor 
from crack and crevice emergant

close-mouthed apparition appears
forever and ever
nose breathing

billowing purple fire 

rancid breaths from open...

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BLUBBERHOUSES MOOR

I have often pondered on words that have been written of your
verdant moorside chase, where so many faces you portray to suit
each season, the bluest haze of summer, autumn’s golden demise,
winter’s alpine crest and...

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To gaze into a campfire at night
And see nothing…
For the common man
Is an impossible feat

For one’s primal brain (not unlike a moth)
Is drawn to the flame
And will command no less than
A front row seat

One’s mind...

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Before the faint feathered light of dawn becomes airborne
and the world around me lies hushed in peaceful slumber
I often ruminate on the rose and its weaponry of a thorn
equating them to thoughts that both please...

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Most Authors and Writers of any kind
would want to avoid the sharp, biting mind 
of that mordant and poignant Satirist
whose words of ridicule, and taunting interest
lampoon the very heart and soul
of even the most ardent...

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There is a calm, a quiet calm, it follows
a storm, a war, a quarrel;

for example see, when the chimney-smoke
flattens, and lies above the red bricks and 
hunting cats but scatters at the gull's urgent 
zoom:

then...

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Nudnick
By Sy Roth

Self, I say
Self,
Wake up.
Your ganglions 
Are asleep again.  
Wakey, wakey…
Those around you, nudnick,
Are whirling dervishes
Those who come and go 
In the Speakeasys of their lives
And I am a silent partner. 
Wake up...

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A forbidding brick facade
Fractured eyes of multicolored glass
Somber, with  no inner light
Rose to a steeple that 
Gouged the sky and cast
A hard shadow
Across the blacktop.

The burning sky made radiant the alley
And a furnace glow...

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I am fire, I stalk you and wait to burn your fat,
I am the  pyre that delights to ignite your passing hat, 
I am fire that brassy whore that sucks you dry with flames
you...

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How quickly I became intoxicated,
inebriated on this bewitching night
while watching the luminance of starlight.
I drank deeply of the view with heart and soul
beyond my limit...  beyond control,
so mesmerized was I by the radiant gleaming.
Stars...

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Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... .

Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... .

Mordant lives carry no scars... . 

Dormant lives wallow, there... .

Seasons amble by... . 

Truth enlightens... .

Leaves remind... . 

Live, fall... .

Die... .






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