Short Slag Poems

Slaaag was a foul mouthed quick witted handy female. A cat fight was one of her specialities as was name calling and back stabbing. Arse licking was another skill. What these things never achieved plain old seduction did....

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Here I kneel welder in hand
Fumes blown by the fan.
Hot slag cooling down
Sweat dripping on the ground.
Back aching,knees are cracking 
Boss yelling don't be slacking.
Floor plates to weld,steel to pin
Put your used butts in the bin.
Bolts to tighten,don't be frighten
Harness off so you don't fall off....

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You've traveled beyond far
found the near perfect place
plucked the gem star from slag
rolled it lovingly in your hand
hung it over the mantle of time
shielded it from the snotty hag-

but all bliss is born to slide away
gray often smears the robin's egg
plucks the merry from the mind
such is the heart of all mankind......

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The ending

A slag heap collapsed with the speed of a Mercedes
with two batteries hurtling down a motorway in 
an industrial landscape, grey as a Vera’s lonely life 
amid crime and poverty.
On a night like this, how is it possible not to despair
battling a mass of sluggish dreams of endless harms
in a world bent on nuclear destruction....

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it loves me
it loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot

bleet bleet bleet
the runt of life 
this shallow sheep
stomping Gossomer mice.
Eating shadows keeping score
a sagging Teet 
a dripping bore.
The game is up, the pinball tilts
this tired game of slag and silt.

It loves me 
It loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot....

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!

The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.

A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill....

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In flux are temperance of today
capacitance changing ways
impurities slag to slowly fade
forging what may made

Anvils ring as hammers strike
developing strength from efforts might
sword of truth is spirits flight
above the vulgar earthly fight

Excalibers legend sword in stone
awaits the faithful to atone
arise the self to royal heights
comfort found in heavenly delight.......

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All the Nickel Children are playing on the rocks.
Twilights silhouettes upon the ridges walk.
Cool winds upon them as dusk becomes the dark.
The giant nickel shining in moonlight for the shock.

The red horizons glowing in molten rocks of slag.
The metal casted buckets off slightly to their side.
A heated dump of coals made brilliant to their waste.
The show inspired view to watch along the ride....

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Slap and hit people and they won't be pals
Slag could be used to describe some gals

Parts of a lunch box could include a strap
Par for a rapper on stage is to rap

Strops have been used on losers in sports
Straw could always be used to hide warts

Rats only in movies would be a star
Rap from me would not be up to par

So what about the above has come to past?
The first words are all spelled reverse of the last!...

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A dream lay on the beach.
Like a stone pounded smooth. 
Gently sweetened by the sea unclaimed.
Beauty unrecognized
scores pass by
those fossilized souls
dead-slag eyed..
Too often a devil comes along.
Gleans it from a deserving palm,
skips it across the cold backbone of the sea.
Until it settles into the blackest ink.
Time and tide will retrieve it again.
Once a millennium...
The dream receiver being long since dead....

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I glimpsed love nestled in the blush of a cloud
and thought it were fated to never come down.
Then in a sudden divine gilded cloudburst
it flashed before me and kissed the good earth.
I sprinted over to behold the last of its mist
a ruby bleeding into its final moment of bliss.
We wept forever  amidst the indifference of dirt
a piece of slag and a ruby mired in the cool earth
never capturing the gloaming of lovers unblemished-...

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grizzly grazing a meadow
pretending not to notice the dancer
wind shifting-it stands horribly- tall
sniffs the air
pivots nonchalantly
methodically swaggers
appetite enhanced
moment ignited
by the ancient guide 
it charges-bloody eyed
stomping the meadow blossoms
it swats at the dancer
again -again and again
as she flits toward the cliff
brute tumbling over 
to its cold slag death
ballerina dancing
over the screaming crag...

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I have forged
light of distant
stars into galaxies
scattering diamonds trailing
meteor dreams sweeping
empty nights clean
of flame bursting
into a million
shards of white-
hot carbon poured 
down runnels to
hell from where
voices clamor for
air and slag 
burns fissures into 
stygian voids of 
inference pulled into  
the vortex of doubt 
shimmering in particles of light 
suspended from 
whence we came 
to where we 
shall return...

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Fascinated only by pathological manifestations
Of the subconscious mind
A peculiar mark of unfounded substance 
A glaring light upon the hinterland
Perceived as negation 
In which perception takes place
The implications of shallow existence
A recourse of ragged indecencies 
That intricates the fallacy of life 
With so much refuse and slag
In its labyrinth of cohesion
Beneath it all lies constant turmoil
That stands against all vicissitudes...

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Rich devil fashioned a money net
dangled it over forest of chrysalis
awaiting the emergence of innocents.

Dragged a kaleidoscope of butterflies
off to a hell hole called orgy island.
To fondle their wings for a little awhile
then vomit them to the slag heap pile.

Rich devils -virgin powder on their fingertips.
Will beg and barter for freedom... again.
Karma chants they'll spend their slippery years.
In semen scented metal nets, with other derelicts....

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Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.

A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.


The destiny of brilliant beams 
is the outback of the furthest ... reach...
Sadistic magicians pulling diamonds
back into centipedes....

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You told me you'd stop!
You promised you would change
I supported you, I stuck up for you!
I TRUSTED YOU!!

I argued with friends and family
Got annoyed when they would slag you off
they were ment to be your friend
But I trusted you!

It didn't matter to me what they said
All that mattered was that you were changing
You told me you'd stop
And I trusted you!

Only you haven't stopped have you?
And you'll never change will you?
I trusted you 
And you betrayed me!...

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Sometimes i feel happy 
happy that i met you 
happy your my friend 

But happy doesnt always last 

Sometimes i feel sad 
sad you didnt listen 
sad you said i wasnt your friend 

But sad always changes 

Sometimes i feel agry 
angry because you didnt give me a chance 
angry because you lied about me 

But anger can change to hate 

Sometimes i fell i hate you 
because youe lie about me and slag me off 
sometimes i feel i hate you because you ALWAYS ruin my life...

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