Long Slaps Poems

The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I became a...

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“Sophisticated lady” gropes the table at her bedside, blindly taking random swipes to kill the morning scream 
That shatters little privacies she shares with no one else, and steals, with full impunity, her one recurring...

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“Sophisticated lady” gropes the table at her bedside, blindly taking random swipes to kill the morning scream 
That shatters little privacies she shares with no one else, and steals, with full impunity, her one recurring...

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genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since...

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Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a disturbingly...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
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Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of...

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While sitting in my bed, different thoughts raced around in my head; there was one that stood apart from the rest. With it came a moment of clarity, a deeper understanding, and a sense of...

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To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever is our Other right now
with open caring empathy,
even when we may feel like withdrawing
into suffering,
self-isolating
depressive,
repressed concerns of mistrust and dissonance,
because we have...

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Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a...

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On my get acquainted interview when Mr. Rivers told me he wanted the other counselor, not me, and he had invited her to help him say this I suspected he was a hate-everybody-and-especially-you guy.
Everything I...

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What is your earliest memory
of sacred birdsong voices?

How is this memory
the same and different than
your internal intimate Sacred EarthMother's Song?

Of sacred gospel and secular gossip
differentiating WinWin GoodNews
from WinLose we could go either way
more discerning and...

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The Foe

With strong arms, the warrior raises his crimson stained sword against the mighty Foe.
Death for the cause emboldens me in a strong clear voice he shouts.
The Foe peers down with its fierce coal colored...

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The Reality is 
A broken mirror reflects ultimate terror.
The reality is

We all have the ability to get the pain when expectations run away from our brain.
The reality always hits you.

Forget it, even if I told...

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I serve out here each and every day as I walk my beat, I protect the homes and business of others that never even bother to get to know my name...they see only the name...

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I don’t deserve
This kind of punch to my pride
You used your best left hook, uppercut and jab to my ego
Here desperately griping the corner of the ring
Unable to believe the idea
That he ever felt that...

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Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out...

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I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there...

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This feeling of needing something more is eating me up inside
It keeps washing over me like a tidal wave...there's nowhere to hide
When the icy water of isolation hits my skin,
It leads me back to the...

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****"No better tomorrow""***


Before the sun could have made its appearance,
her eyes are forced open,
with the outburst of the little one's patience;
Frustrated, sleep deprived and irritated, 
She jolts her head with the steel roof,
roof of sufferings,
covering...

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It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced "jelly")
from Liberia, Africa (on the western coast) -
and ends when she is about 18 and having changed her name to Veronica.

I personally interviewed...

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he licked the carving knife at every meal
the old gods hovered close
he knew who they were and furthermore
why they want to be real so badly
consequently only the curious will ever
make sense of this enmanglement
letters of...

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These lines were written for a contest about aging on another poetry site. They do not reflect my attitude about the process, nor should you allow them to affect you.


My sorrowful thoughts were wandering in...

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I should have run like crazy 
but I was deep in love and not lazy
I wanted to be your all
But you, you wanted me before you to bow and kneel
Inside me burned a fire full...

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What Annoys Me.

         The Wedding of Rubbish and Nonsense.

Dearest readers; Please stand, for the big day has arrived
The knot be tied, the vows be said, the promises...

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