Long Smothering Poems

“SUMMER”



Where 
has Summer 
gone?

The world 
has lost 
Summer

Sweet 
little 
dream

missing 

all those other 
beautiful  
small dreams 

seen as toys
small and 
inconsequential 

casually tossed aside, 
disposable play,
things

pure shining lights
smiling eyes once so bright, 
switched off,

'neath...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and...

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Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams
I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams
Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed
Hanging at the last thread, giving in...

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For the past thirty seven years, living for me was knowing that I do not know
I have been yearning for what I do not have a name for
The knowledge of the presence of this nameless,...

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BUSHFIRE
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Date:  April  2051

Wondrous water ways Hawaiian Daze
And Daze and Daze. The Hakim 
Family wondered how long their
Stay would endure as their return 
Home was inevitable. Now as the
Ceremony ended. Everybody 
Remained in festive...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen cold, the room tear-splintered,
sunlight striking a watery rainbow in my...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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Today August 29th, 2021 sluggishness dogs yours truly

Forecasting to thunderous applause
fast as greased lightning draws
upon futuristic atmospheric gewgaws
hot air emanates out these slackened jaws
spluttering courtesy indentured maws
armed with four footed tall paws
gesticulations resembling horizontal seesaws....

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They’d crossed the great divide, to the other side of the ‘Oh My God River’.
Our Trolls were struck by the ‘Bridge Too Far’, it set their hearts, to quiver.
Yes, their curiosity and their great big...

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I rediscover organic errors
hidden in co-gravitating
love language.

Gravity is easily noticed
as Apple falling toward Earth;
less visibly co-scienced,
experientially remembered,
as co-gravitational
co-relational intent

As Apple's ego-gravity core
falls drawn toward sacred Earth's
Mothering womb
smothering tomb
once more
returning toward deeply divine
anthrosupremely verbal
overpowering EarthTribe's co-operating...

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Sy Roth - 3 Poems
12/17/20130 Comments
 
Picture
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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This was accidentally written as a comment to my buddy, Line.
Yes, THAT Line.
The famous Line.
The one who wins all the contests, and 
we all love Line, anyway, I do.
And it's her birthday month!

Come on, Muse.
STICK...

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We have come into this epic time
for survivors of dispassion
to age into sacred communion
we can all share,
monotheist
and atheist
and pantheist
and all non-anthrosupremacists
in-between leftbrain 
snarky opinion leaders
and rightbrain 
slippery felt foolish followers
dancing what we must dance
while silently...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant...

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March came in like a lion
And never let up, not really 
The children, Markie and Stu, spent most of their day outside
Except, as usual, for a quick lunch and a quicker hug

In the country, the...

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I'm actively hoping
Christian communities,
all good-faith communalites,
are SacredLove already immunized
and committed
and totally invested
in favor of restoring profound Energy
and Nutritional Grace
Democracy.

I hope we are already becoming
Good Shepherd CoMessiahs
Bodhisattva Warriors
and EcoTherapeutic Yogis
within our own natural-spiritual SacredEnergy development
already SecularLeft...

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Perhaps immigration is our big US national anxiety
because we don't know how to unilaterally abort
cancerous growth of matricide.

Too much to even think about
at a merely nationalistic level
of ecocidal unconsciousness.

Earth is our shared sacred home
which has...

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Argh...fresh out of reading material!

Hence... what better opportunity, I aver with zeal
presented to one local everyman token schlemiel
keystone state (Pennsylvania) three score lifelong
trumpeting resident in United States commonweal
experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms I feel

plenti linkedin with...

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A mental health difference
between being stuck
in an impoverished designation
and being stuck 
trying to merely survive
with mostly "Loser" marginalization
dehydration
ancient locked-up degeneration

Feels like same difference
between economic red-lined
unenlightened Othering
smothering suppression
and flat-lined politically disempowering
oppression

Feels like a thoughtful distinction
with a...

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Sensing the death of something
That once brought more life than 
The heartbeat or breath, faith
In the beautiful and intimate places
Where light kisses away the darkness
And music replaces the most horrible
Dread with a feeling so blessed,
So...

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I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb,
Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb.

My work took me to many gardens, set in the butterscotch zones of...

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Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty?
My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses 
But any attention means so much to me 
We’re going in circles, 
But feel free to...

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When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance

I could hear no music,
see no dancing.

The quilting room
and the game room,
even the pool tables,
were as quiet as the library,
which...

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Time to choose? Time to change?

When I feel Love 
It feels like I am falling into a deep blue lake
Of a baby’s eyes.

When I hate,
Darkness consumes me like smoke,
Smothering light and extinguishing all hope.
Knots in...

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