Long Stifle 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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Conditions were harsh out in Kansas,
For the children and Sarah and Paul.
Neighbors and friends packed up and were gone;
Headed west they could hear fortune's call.
Never sure year to year of the harvest,
So their talents were...

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An old man arose as most often do
    in a state of tension and stress.
To the bathroom he ran... or was it the loo,
    his bladder he had to...

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Part 5

They continued to fry under a blistering sky
    With little water to stifle the heat.
When the Hippo put forth, "Considering our course,
    We have entered the waters of...

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The children called Damian into
The foyer to inspect their
Achievement. Damian came
Down the staircase and looked
Around. Pleased with the
Organization skills of his
Offspring, he Loosened his 
Belt. And asked, "what do you
Think of yourselves, you think
You did...

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“Yes, well, we will determine that at another time,” was the Lead Councilman's response, “Now we must decide on DynDoeth's charges.”
Cutting him off Rian said, 
     “I vote to have DynDoeth...

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Political Poetry

Obama: what bard, what griot, what poet wouldn't want to tell -the miracles of our times in tales.
What courage, what evidence that man can endure; fulfilling the destiny for which he was bore.

Stones were...

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Letter to a novice poet:

(What modern poetry is for me)

Welcome to the family of budding poets, who pen passion and
meaning or anything life holds for them. Enjoy. Buds will sprout
and blossom over time. No buts...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled 
nostril follicle – activated via an itty...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Broken Disciple

My pilgrims journey started out strong
9 years and a decade later my story and song 
Have turned into a heartless cycle
May I share about a broken disciple?

Took up my yoke and followed thee
‘Twas an...

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Untaught vocabulary seems to retard
our insanity multiplied by free speech
which becomes nothing more then
profanity to the public ear when not heard
through the committed

Outsourced, spun and sold to the masses
by the media who wish to entrance...

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Some men die to survive

	the Hard endures
the Soft succumbs   stews in juices  reproduces exults
			disappears
the heartless breaks cracks crumbles
							drags
   the Ephemeral down the ravines of the also-ran rivers
								   ...

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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later,...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation

more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized...

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THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or...

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I'm in charge here 
I am your chieftain.....your Lord and Master                        ...

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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later,...

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Who is listening and who is not who gives a s@%$t and who cares squat who sees the begger and offers help who sees the user and smells a plot. Who takes for...

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Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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Malignant gangrenous political cancer
     corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
     thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

     with feeble minded Donald Trump
...

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Cast Down



I am a young girl with a delicate mind

to be molded,

Sitting in the front row with a pressed sundress 

and hands in dainty white gloves gently folded.  



My society is a cast system...

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Every morning I wake up not knowing if ill look in the mirror at either Jekyll or Hyde. Not knowing if ill be praying to die or feeling alive.
This  right here is my typical...

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