Short Slab Poems
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Come all ye, kiss that blarney stone
Join in the legend and be known
For the gift of gab
Ye come kiss the slab
Eloquence and luck shall be shown
Is the data congruent?
Is the hypothesis centrivical?
A mix of incongruent inconsistencies
Go back to the lab
Put in on a slab
Revamp the mix
A heavy cost
A pillow stained
A true love lost
A heartbreak gained
A loss of breath
A slab of stone
A tragic death
A soul alone
Beneath this slab
Lies kelvin moore
After eating always ask for more
While chewing his crust
He was turned into dust
He never ask for more when death stab
slab of smokey concrete sky
swirls like swarms of ashen hands
reaching away from skeletal grief
someone's suppressed tears dissolved
~another's anguish ignited
“Squatters’ Paradise”
contains concrete remains of
an old training base
head west where trailer life reigns
and vanish into freedom
he sits so smug
and condescending there
in his ergonomic, black
leather chair
behind a slab of tinted
plexiglass
on stainless-steel, to him
a touch of class.
Heather’s heartless husband
lies on the mortuary slab;
his eyes glazed over like a dead salmon.
She’d always said he was a cold fish …
but he’s stiff - at last!
08/26/20
I found a fossil hiding
near something overgrown,
a historical handprint etched
in a slab of ancient stone.
I trace the imprint idly
and marvel at its design-
the grooves coil and curve around,
and then become entwined.
In doleful shadows I lie,
Never touched by the moonlight,
Nor shun upon by the sun,
My existence is an eternal Autumn,
And the tempest of sighs hidden by the wind,
And the rain of eternal tears,
Washes the marble slab covering,
My remains.
It's a sky fishing day
and I am on the hook eyes being pulled up
above the surface of the clouds.
If I trip up while walking
if I lay myself out like a fish on a slab
then haul me back into the water,
the deep blue water
far above the sea.
Shackled; survival serves simple submissives.
Superficial, sedentary surfaces.
Sinister, savage snakes.. seething scoundrels.
Snared, subtly struggling, sage surrenders.
Scathing slaps. Stone cold slab.
Sacred synergy. Soothing seductive sages.
" The tears of an Era have since faded to dry stone, shaped by the forced hand that has long since confused chaos as peace, whose only testament can be found left inscribed on the fragility of each granite slab, where many finally rest. "
Alfredo Gonzales
wishes sweet as chocolate cake
breathing in and out for life sake
topsy tervy
redbrickery
Rock stone hard slab on the cold black ground?
unleased dragons on elongated drones!
vobrazz vrrrask err
8/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Hard and cold
It sure ain't gold
A slab
A ton
Engage the gun
Hard as steel
These chains are real
Voice and sound
It breaks you down
Hurt and pain
Drives you insane
I'll give you more
If you explore
Walk through that door
Claim down these steps
Beneath my concrete floor
“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning.
Now be still, damn you!”
These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.
"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"
Sculptor’s marble slab -
The subject decides which chips
To leave on the floor
"The best artist has that thought alone
Which is contained within the marble shell;
The sculptor's hand can only break the spell
To free the figures slumbering in the stone."
Michelangelo
He was born today
No place for him to lay
But within a stable small
Yet filled with warmth/love.
He died today
Hung from a cross
His final resting place
A tomb upon a slab.
The middle, the best
You will find
Within the pages
Of a book we call
The Bible!
Melody A. Coster© 2015
There was a time
Before I was born
That my great-grandfather
Could count thirteen forks
At the end of a particular road.
But now it's just a four-way,
A mere intersection
Landmarked by an abandoned building
and carved granite slab-
Reminders that the way things were
Has changed forever.
I've BEEN invited alone
into a carefully distinct sex
whose sharp fangs comb
my thoughts so ghost
Within these disarrayed eyes
from ground into green
zinc coffin with mask
i found this memory appears
a slab as spine in bits of
red and CLARA VENUS scent.
:: 12212021 ::
Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.
Mayo
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.
Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?
A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.
Please put them on
If mine you’re making.
Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?
Freedom is captivity.
To be free,
You must lose liberties.
You’re heart can be open to the world,
But you’re body will be closed to joys—
Off the grid.
No authority.
A paradise of your own making,
Keeps you locked.
Hidden.
Shackled,
In a state of renewal.
Where there is no time for rest.
Only growth.
Some people say a man is made out of ham
I say he's made out of mussel and clam
Mussel and clam, oyster and crab,
Spread like a feast on a mortician's slab.
You eat way too much, what do you get
Another pound fatter all sweaty and wet
Tell Peter not to bake me no pumpkin pie
One more bite and I'm likely to die.
A large round terracotta pot is broken.
It sits upright in the long grass.
where a slab of clay has crumbled away.
A tortoise dwells there now.
The cracked pot still provides shade
for that slow moving turtle.
At midday when no shadows play
it can still outrun the sun
in a small earthenware circle.
I have once flown in the clouds.
Helping people then been blacked out.
The world has changed my wings are black.
Lost all hope need to sleep but never can't.
So I lay on this concrete slab.
My soul is gone but wounding if I will get on track.
Seeing things white but now I have changed.
Now I am just a black dark angel living in pain