Long Pimpled Poems

A Stolen Memory
A Mirthful Chorus
By Sy Roth 


We surrounded him 
Asked to let go.
She stared at the misshapen face,
Unshaven sandpapery skin 
Eyelids a tabula rasa
Fluttery sere skin
And we could see the humor blossoming in his...

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Soon is the time when blankets will be tucked under chins
moonlight will wash over frosted trees.
the clinking sound of empty milk bottles
early in the pre-dawn air as life begins to stir from slumber
moving into day.
I...

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Mortality forces me to confront the inevitable...

Though feeling one among the basket
of deplorables, yours truly, albeit groggy
from unsettling frightful dreams also rather
shy to summon courage amidst adversity took
deep breaths (envisioning egotism inflating
confidence, whereat, I never...

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The Roar of the Thunder
You do not see the bikes for the roar
As they roll thundering down the interstate
Proclaiming a life once lived and changes sought
Demonstrating the era of wars fought
In a nation divided over...

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THE PRESENCE

After prayers, I blew off the lantern
Laid down, faced up, in dead man’s pattern
As accustomed, I wrapped up my face, next
Thing, wrapper intensified the darkness.
Suddenly fear and horror was roped in
With force, my reflex...

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Lonely village, moonless night
Coal’s acrid odor, breath white
Meandering highway, the drunkard’s path
Clouded mind grasped for excuses from wrath

Unaware of the shadows
His eyes on the long road
Faint rustle of leaves, broke mind from it’s trance
In hallowed...

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Mother Earth bearded with trees, 
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches, 
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.

Her ferocious fiery...

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Every since he ate the dung bug, on his face appeared the balls
From eye whole down to his bottom he was covered with them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him in any amphibious hall
That...

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I feel nothing but my hand to pen, to paper in a book; I feel nothing but the cold 
letters being written down under bags of a gaze.  My tired eyes droop to the...

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We drank cheap beer in a rusted out shed.
Buzzing before our 8:00AM English class.
Trying to be cool- to fit with the "Ins."
Instead, were becoming the wobbling outcasts.
Spinning further out from the golden Ins.

Ah the golden...

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REGRETTING CAKE

My life in crumbles, vanilla-chocolate,
I lick my wounded fingers, tastes so good.
To stay in shape, I frost my lips… de-lish,
Cut corners on the square, I really should.

Regretting cake, from my head down to my...

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I have always known
That you are interested in me
And I would fall in love with you
That we would be together in this place at this time
That I would feel exactly this way about you
That once...

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After 4months & 1 week of separation, 129 days of tears and depression, 
With a pimpled face and many grey hair, I write these lines, 

wishing you were here.................
 

Marking the calendar as each day...

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Salted kisses

The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams

Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet spick-and-span

Glassy specks of sea salt crystals
Trapped in your jet black...

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The city of dead men.
Her neighbor is Repentance.

The father of the town was
Shot at his own front door 
By a rival on horseback.

The horse bucked at the sound.
Her rider drowned in the well
Which he was...

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My blurry eyes are talkin 
As I look at myself in the mirror. 
Looks like my grandfather
Fallen
Facial views this over round sounds
teary eyes saddened by my brown hopeless import Flan's I marry myself then...

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When I was young I envied my sister
She was the pretty one
the one everyone pined after
The older, cooler one

I was chubby 
and pimpled 
I never made a guy swoon 
I hated our differences 
But now...

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Shall I dare think of him?

The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin.

Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called.

Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago.

My goose pimpled back caressed by warm brick walls.

Your...

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Jest and youthful jollity,
I'm seeking the dazzling sights.

White pimpled dews hug on the greeny grasses.
Black flowers of tiny ants kissing other cheeks.
Golden daffodils lurking under the brown-mushrooms.
Violet flowers peeping from the nest of eggs.

Meroon seeds...

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The zesty singing splits the misty air
A sudden itch, the pest swift wings
Zooms off again. The buzz still brings
A sizzling pain, a sharp shrapnel of fear

My shrivelling protest hears but cannot find
The flitting fiend with...

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Rumbles of boredom lead the mouth to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks amongst the soaking dishes.

A need now to refresh this domestic pond
with chemical bubbles
yet...

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Morning’s Broken Armor
by Sy Roth

 
Squeaky crawls the moon’s light

Falling briskly against the chinks in the window

Uneasy sleep

A voluble accompaniment to

An out-of-work cello.

 

Scooting, crawly insects beat against it

With a frenzy of scrawled brevity

Tattooed on...

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Rumbles of boredom
lead me to eat
but then there are the unwashed,
the residue of the crumbling
and smeared. Greasy utensils
sneaking like sharks
amongst the soaking dishes.

We need to refresh this pond
with chemical bubbles
yet hands are too dilatory
to be...

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A creature awakens
intangible in the haze; 
a fleeting idea by faint, phantomlike, light.
Silver bars on charcoal clay
scarce, and inadequate
haunting, but in a soothing way.
Rustling bones chatter
a murmured chant just within earshot
lullabies for dream weavers
hushed and...

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I tuned in WEAA
Static blocked out
The true sounds
Of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Singing "On and On"...
My date two hours late.
My acne goes into a frenzy and
I've had too much wine
For the prescribed medication.
Static on WEAA...

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