Long Slathering Poems

Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They...

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He walks the moonlit moor,
With eyes all aglow,
Hunting down his next victim,
Bringing death unto us all.

His ears are perked up,
Listening to the sounds,
That fill the night sky,
From the bats to faint footsteps,
And horses neighing in...

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My dear friends, bow not to the "father of lies"
He prowls as a lion...only in disguise
                   ...

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Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich

I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in...

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There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing...

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Gay Blade Garcia was a very angry non-accomplished cat.
He lived a lie for a life, and it kept him mad and fat.
His mother kept telling him she loved him and his preferences did not matter.
He...

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There’s a part of me that say’s I’m jealous
Another thinks my golfing friends just zealous,
Whilst I crave fresh air and healthy motion
They’re busy slathering on the lotion
Before they mount some little cart
That with intent they...

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The future holds no premium
For a person brawling with their past.
There are no birds in last year's nest.
There are no rememberings to unmask.

Memories are the fruits of our existence
Where some bloom and some may die
When...

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Pressed between twin stale realities,
a mixture of marble thoughts
Dark desires swirling around light devotion,
closet of moth-eaten moral legalities

Lettuce bed of flesh profiteering,
aorta slices of tomato fears
Asphalt of exhausted tears,
lip loyalty was bordello bought

Egged on by...

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How do you want your eggs he says
while turning the hash browns he has
added cut up turkey sausage to?
I reply, any way you want to fix it,
I only want one. He insists I choose,
so I...

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Meddling Maude has a dangerous belief
that she knows better than others
she can raise your child and discipline it too
whatever you do, probably needs tweaking
and she is glad to be the tweaker

She does not see any...

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I happened upon the tiniest snail today, it's spiral patterned shell caught my eye.
Not thought of fondly by many,
would turn your legs into jelly,
would make the keenest of plant lovers cry.

An interesting truth, they have...

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That steamy summer day
At age fourteen and three months
I stood awaiting the kiss
Of the tall, dark, handsome hunk 

My stomach was in knots
As terror snaked up my throat
Would he think it was okay?
Would he, with...

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Icarus ignored advice
And flew too near the sun.
His wings of wax began to melt
And soon his flight was done.

Since I am here at altitudes
Which cause the skin to bake,
I should look back to Icarus
And not...

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I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick...

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I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick...

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Slathering down with margarine 
Making it easier to slip and slide
As I do my very best
To squeeze my way through life

At the start of each day, pull out the Parkay
In the 5 pound economy tub
I...

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In springtime all the bellies pop
Of pregnant moms-to-be.
Their clingy, stretchy t-shirts
Advertise maternity.

When long ago, I was with child,
We wore our clothing loose.
Our bellies were kept hidden,
Our condition no excuse.

But nowadays, such clothing
Women all would be...

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scrambling for dollars
we are hogs in mass
rooting and tooting
with greed slathering our snouts

picking up our assault rifles
shooting into the crowd
hoping to kill the right people
Or the wrong ones

Just the ones who are not snooty stuck-up...

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