Roth Poems - Poems about Roth

...Spring’s Abysmal Guile By Sy Roth A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit, a corruption of a miasma vast, as though some sepulcher, long sealed, split its stony jaws to breathe. Vile exhalatio......

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... “If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict in which everything is perfect. And if there is no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – ......

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...was she unruly, unholy questions placed and asked she stood before me blacken in her silhouette she was dark shade and shape of black draped down her strains of hair colored dark no......

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...Say bye-bye to these: "Hold, please." (Hold what?) Typewriter Repairman Ads "Dial this number..." (What's 'dial?') Down-time... Offline Compliments (Complaint Departments h......

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...The figurative nail hit on the hirsute covered head! Eventually vices will witness me crow king cough'n affliction caw hearse courtesy smok'n since me yay high, hence appellation (mountain) wh......

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...The Front Window Cogitation By Sy Roth Observed the others drowning in their tears. A pasty rain inks the front window Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes Marked on an ancient,......

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...Caledonia her laund is oor laund, Caledonia her laund is ma laund A laund wherr ithers ur walcome, As we haud oot oor hand In friendship an tak ye aw in, As brithers fur aw that. Caledonia we......

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...Soul Starving in the Midst of Plenty By Sy Roth Just a slit where air, Some air can find a way to creep in Replenish the foul exhalations of the horde Crammed to the rafters Airless beings ......

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...Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly with meager possessions, lofty dreams, bringing hearts filled with longings for the familiarity of homelands and family left behind, they came to America.......

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...A Horn and Hardart Story By Sy Roth It begins with buttons, ivory buttons, Pearlized pieces-- Not the plastic crap, Over-industrialized flotsam that adorns clothing these days— Eager......

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...They Took Him By Sy Roth They took him and squirreled him away. Those Sophists, Deniers of the terror they could construct Where he no longer saw the human side of himself. Half man, Quasi......

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...Cloaked in Their Untruths By Sy Roth Behind a cloak their little secrets roved, Like silent, swishing vagrants eluding the truth The darkness so thick, A wall of impenetrable secrets built aro......

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...I Am Not a Zelig By Sy Roth If not now, when? The Zelig resides Quiet, undefined In my dark corners. Like a chameleon, it rests on the warming rock Inert, cold-blooded creature Sunning i......

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...Armor By Sy Roth Not a knight But suited in armor nonetheless. Right now, I am night, Shrouded in a darkness. They see me Or perhaps just look at me Hidden in shade. A shade adorn......

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...Purpose By Sy Roth Woke this morning to a sodden sky Stretched to the limit of my arms And could hear the crack of my back and the crick in my neck To bespeak an existence. I think. Mean......

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