Long Susurrations 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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ENCHANT ME!
(A Contemporary Animist’s Prayer) 

To the shared breath of life:

Enchant me!
Whisper to me in the cadence and rhymes, 
the deeper susurrations of this tellurian realm
with its numinous places that already call out
my name!
Talk to...

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Written: February 1st, 2024
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I propose they should read a poem
Set it in light and let it serve as a totem
Similar to a...

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The war is ever-nearer to the boarders of this land
Seeping forward through the woods
Releasing acrid echoes of doom ahead on energetic tongues of stowaways
Lucky to survive their ordeal
Here they are welcomed, and in this cozy...

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"in the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories;
above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind"

quiescent sentiments encompass,
bestowing sonorous serendipity-
susurrations resounding in light,
dusk left rhapsodic; dawn, a vestige of harmony

left...

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Hours I could spend

Listening to your faint whispers

Arouse within me, my passions

The purity of soul you draw from my lips

Ever the tender extractions

Gently you pull my sighs

Kept hiding deep inside

Mine heart pounding and crashing

Like full...

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In the quiet of my soul, with faith I pray
Loud susurrations of praise delight my mind
As I look to the Lord to direct my way

Murmurs of love caress the verses I find
Descending from above in...

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I walked one day, no cares in the world.
My mind was a slate needing written upon!
I walked and I walked.
Still no thought came to me.
Then a wind started blowing,
and soon I heard something -
long, lovely,...

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"On Gelid Night"  by David Hart
On gelid night, prone amidst this small sea of
  faineant coverlets,
A nimeity of somnolent susurrations--
Bombinate and pierce the greyblack night.

Still, the foundling lies on bilious pillow
A radiator's dolorous...

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(I)
His clemency was
a verdant expanse
where we lingered
in disobedience,
desecrating our
corporeal shrines,
vandalizing
the gold agleamed vessel
that harbors His very breath

(II)
Lo!
How we besmirch
our carnal sanctuary,
abandoning its
immaculate conception
for lust's instant balm -
a whistling whisper of ease
that dissipates
like the dawn mist

(III)
Our...

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