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Having counted wooly sheep
was woken from a deep delta sleep
in the middle of the night
thought I'd heard a pig snort
but no that can't be right
tho' kicked out of bed
and landing on my head
knew where I stood
for delegated to the floor
then relegated to the room next door
when in no uncertain terms she said,
'You're sawing wood, you snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
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 exhalation of a corrupted world.
The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a hostile tendril, squamous, cold,
glistening with ichor
No earthly fount its progenitor.
He deems the shade of evil vanquished,
trampled beneath his hobnailed boot.
The soil heaves with malefic will,
its roots, like veins of some primordial fiend,
pulses with a rankness older than the stars,
a stench that whispers of aeons lost.
Spring cloaks itself in verdant pall,
no bloom, but scales of a vast, unuttered thing,
its thorns a raven’s beak, evermore to rend, to sow, to bespoil.
He quaffs the tainted zephyr,
proclaiming triumph over a gloaming moon,
Swept in the season’s unseen talons,
fathomless ennui
creeps through his sinews,
entombing his soul in an abysmal cleft unshriven.
Monoku Prayers
Those who live in grass huts speak no prayers for rain, but do bless the dew…
S.Y. Eslinger 12/28/2024
VANTASTICAL VERSE
hum
ty
dum
ty
pudding
&pie
o me
o my
a poem
in
my eye
to
try
& try
o why
o why
did I
espy
this rime
vanta -
sy
Trust and Obey
Only Way The
Word, say, In God
The Prophets Old
Disciples New
God told The Word
Inspiration
Delusion or
Reason to be
Judge not or Ye
Judged to be like
all the sinners
Hypocrisy
A False Christian
Enticed by choice
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
Spring Enchantment (a love poem)
As wisps of clouds creeped
overhead before a storm moving quickly east,
the moon lay down his vanilla beams
to dispel the darkness hiding our bared feet —
set side by side — romantically
touching for warmth, for love, for eternity,
hopefully, to envelop us, like the coming rain
in our lives’ thundering, combined heartbeats
…joined into those duets passion will release
all about from the great springs of yearning.
(c) s.y. Eslinger 3/2024
Thanks be to God——
** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
—————————
((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
Who wrote my favorite song
ya'll can sing along
hum the tune if you
want too
who wrote your favorite song
did they cut it short
cause it ws too long
sing along if you want too
lotta people ng this thang
different genre's
the joy the song brings
it's one of those
that makes people sing
you can sing it if
you want ttoo!
Might I miss you
if thou should leave me
only to wish you
were round me again
wish you were round me
again
we could do the things
freinds do
til you start making
me feel like
ooh ah ooh wee
h that's what I like
she make me sy
ooh h ooh wee
ah that's what I'm talking about
a rare moment spent with an octopus ~ is a cherished life's memoir.
Another day draws to a close
More thoughts of you put down in prose
I just can't seem to stop the flow
And I don't mind one bit you know
With you it's easy, the words they come
But where they do I know not from
So I'll just keep writing with all I've got
Until such time as I cannot
Red sa@@shes
S + Way from your cheeeks
b.l.u.r.r.i.n.g your
f+Hair skin
shineee In the DARKNEST
FLAshhhH of
s*e*q*u*i*n*e*d Light
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I cant seem to find
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June 21, 2022
Brian Strand Premier Contest
as you go
sy hello
goes long way we no
smile
be gods child
its no a sin
so begin LOVE ALWAYS WIN
MAKE AFRIEND
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
Dazed by the machinations of others
Deus ex machina
To starve them of what is fresh to others.
Clickety clack fly the miles
Unasssuming chorus of the rails
In tandem with their moans
And groans, seeking some small blast of air
To mollify a condition
That binds the soulless traveler to a fate
Yet unknown.
Little blink of light
And the hungry molecules
Bits of flotsam
Find ways to crawl to it,
To beat a path toward the light
Which may bring air to starved lungs.
Alveoli beg sustenance
But their cries rain down emptily,
Empty against the clicking and clacking from below
And the miles of breathless wonder
At their condition.
Too heady to begrudge the snakes that found
A way to slither to the errant light,
And for brief moments
To catch wisps of smoky air that cleanse
For an augenblink,
A soul starving in the midst of plenty.
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