Coach Roth
Coach Roth Poems
Little Miss Muffet
sat on her muffin...
then she began to pray...
where oh where is my
...
Maria worked weekends
in a geriatic ward
of another hospital...
her first long time patient
...
When I was young..
I loved the trombone...
it's beautifully crafted horn
fed by long elegant tubing...
...
Eve did not tempt Adam
with the apple from the
tree of life...
she was the forbidden fruit...
...
Coach worked the counter
at a video store in Hollywood...
musicians, actors, drag queens...
to say the clientele was eclectic
...
Coach, Chumly, and Maria
moved into the Snake Pit
in June having bought it from
Tony who was an 88 year old
...
Christmas Eve…
Maria had gone home
for the holidays,
Coach and Chumly
...
The assignment was simple...
write a poem about Spring,
but it was third grade
and no one had explained to me
...
The pieces are assembled,
the trap awaits...
the cage hangs precariously
above the Swiss cheese,
...
The ex-Marine walked
into Coach’s bar…
260 pounds…
most of it still muscle…
...
***A bedtime story for Frank James Ryan Jr. who has encouraged my writings, and inspired by the Forum discussions of what type of poetry is best and who should be allowed to judge.***
The Rider
...
Patsy seemed content
to sit in the doorway
or on the deck...but
still was wary of coming
...
Felix came into Coach’s bar…
Barely 5’6” maybe mid-sixties
Scrawny and mousy…
with his beer
...
Coach took a job bartending
at a tavern on Sunset Boulevard…
All the regulars were in…
Little Donny Quinn, Frank the Greek,
...
I'm not dead yet,
my hands still feel...
...
My birthday is only a day...
it has no meaning...no love...no spirit...
...
Bosco came into the bar nightly…
Latino, good looking, strong…
He owned a chain of restaurants
in the Los Angeles area…
...
Coach Roth Biography
I have decided to publish a good many of my poems...It is the heighth of arrogance and self-conceit I know, but you have only yourselves to blame for all the nice comments you have made on them over the years(comments I have saved one and all) ...the book is '70 Feet High and Falling Fast: The Suicide Journals and Other Love Stories'...it is availble at barnesandnoble.com and amazon.com...whether I ever sell a copy does not matter, holding a book of my poetry in my hands is worth the trouble...I went with Publish America...they take on all the expense of publishing and naturally, take most of what profit there might be...and they expect the author to self-promote...a fair trade-off if other publishers are unavailable...many of you who are far better poets than me, especially those with family and children might want to consider it so that you have a record, a tangible physical record of your great poetry for them to have and remember...anyway, thank you for your encouragement these past years...aI hope to start writing new material soon and look forward to reading yours...Coach
The Best Poem Of Coach Roth
*****mother Goose
Little Miss Muffet
sat on her muffin...
then she began to pray...
where oh where is my
little man Peter...
he has a wife
but cannot eat her...
so why doesn't he
come my way...
But Little Boy Blue
the Peter she knew,
and together they
plan to stay...
So Little Miss Muffet
has to tough it...
and look for another
to lay...
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6/26/2022 12:39:52 AM # 1.0.0.988
Coach Roth is all about Paradise: I still owe him one… I promise it won’t s.u.c.k. when it comes.. aroha PS.. I will probably have to deliver it privately though