Short Slates Poems

Tolerance blank slates
compassion indifferent
Disingenuous...

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Postumous blank slates
Fleeting psycho schematics
tumultous ends...

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Miscalculations
Volatile combination
 Gas emission slates FLAGELLATES

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Stony slates of stone nearby
Concreted beautifully on each other
Now mighty mountain afar...

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A tortured soul trapped 
Between two slates of past
Beyond one side screamed reality
Behind the other whispered fate...

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Solemn cry full minds
beget ever soul spirits 
can we intertwine? 
global conscious clamoring 
all abiding Noble truths...

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Let the world turn out right
As I say 'good night'
Let news tomorrow be great
And clear all slates
Forgive and forget
Never regret...

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                           We are given clean slates.            
                                         What mark we leave on them are 
                                         for others to learn from....

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Make it short

Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
Unforgiving is life.

Rain is decanting
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty.

Rain chased by gusts
Mad dance around corners
A day fit for heroes....

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PLAGUES
Play with plagues
Sing with states
Fake with fragrance 
Steal with slates
Draw humans with dust
Brag with health
Drowning in the shadows ofsoberiety
I am a lost child 
I stay solo
And speak so low  
In frightening bellow
I am mean
With no meaning 
I am god...

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Back drops of life
Tending down rottenness
Picking doors expensive
Voice activated
No intruders
Quiet enfolds 
Inner materials
Grand exits and entrance
Stage manner audience
Mountains back loft
Ski slope catchall
Frontal success 
Filling slates jest
Protruding those jealous...

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He says, anger brings him to peace, He Lies, Always sleep in fits, Lying dormant begets 
clean slates & reversed states, blessed are they that believe that they are blessed, states 
reversed & slates clean begets dormant lying, fits in sleep always, Lies he, peace to him 
brings anger, says He...

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I sat outside the saloon on a bench
just watching the rain muddy the dirt street.
I was in for wet feet or a long wait.
I played my Jew’s Harp with a twanging beat. 

My horse waited across the muddy road
tethered in front of Slates Emporium’s Stores
where I’d bought a couple of choice cigars
before having that drink behind bat doors.
6-16-18...

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Haiku and more
Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
By unforgiving life 

Haiku
Rain is decanting 
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty 

Haiku 
Rain chased by gust
A mad dance around corners 
A day fit for heroes 


 
The festivities 

The nauseous time of year 
When booze is handy
 Sentimentality 
Silly hats doesn`t touch me
Safe inside a fog of disbelief...

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My factory makes factories;
I make them all day by the score:
a flat pack kit, instructions clear -
you leap in through the floating door
and build that factory from in-
side out. And  tell the world that your
new factory makes factories.
They're selling fast - there's more and more...
Reviews are good; I've got five stars 
(if someone slates me, please ignore).

For Caren's 'Willy Wonka is not here' contest...

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Pour out the arsenal at the breech
At the feet of the Prince of Peace
Speechless, hands empty I kneel.
No recompense.
Useless are weapons of self-defence,
We all are to blame.
Forgiveness must reign
To clean the slates of pain,
So deep the wounds, the stain!
You wrote on the tablet of my heart.
God blessed us from the start.
So now to be renewed in hope,
To continue the faith; in peace to cope
Day to day,
For this I'll pray....

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While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust

conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen 
long following circuitous ways

billowing opposition, discalced defenders

they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections

I carry the tomb of unburied days


--R K Singh...

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Listen intently..' peace.)
Munitions roar' the worlds mouth!
Utter death! and denial.'

Much life is lost, too bad.!
How do we count? In evil score?
Let us wipe the slates clean.!

Dared to smile' to think?
Open a vista, the chink of plates
This cup overflow' cease.'

Awaken all peoples
To explore of each chance? piece'
Let it fall, in laps today !

Denying gloom, deny hate'
Give hope a breathing space
Listen intently.'  Peace!

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When I peep into past
And recall life's early morn
Present life stings and pains
Like sting of cactus thorn
For a while I get lost
In sweet memories of playful days
Little playmates and their funny ways
Tops and marbles and kites
Petty squabbles and fist-fights
Eyes wonderous,colored objects
Burlap bags and fragile slates
But like brilliant night of fullmoon
This flashback too recedes soon
And again the cycle of life
Same domestic chores same
Familiar wife...

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The weight of the world
gently pressed against
slates of ivory
plated on an ebony tomb
sheered in jet black polish
as it hums minor seventh arpeggios –
the melodic malady of a refugee
exploring a cyanide denouement

Phyrgian staccato strikes
percussively stabbing the oasis
Lucifer's cello delivers
from the basal epidermis
skin deep sacrilege
surfacing as scars
blitzed blisters
tarnishing the portrait we seek,
as it hides behind
panels of bulletproof glass...

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Is it easier in life, for those who cannot consciously close their hearts, to hurts small and large, even after seemingly been run over by a barge. The flipside of this coin, is they can forgive automatically, because their hearts didn’t close all the way, never allowing them to make or want , The wrongful party to actually pay. Anger yes, a flash of sweet revenge, but it all dissipates in their end.Slates clean, peace of mind, able to once again be who they really are, gentle and kind....

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I sit alone on the dock
the lake fading in the dusk
a sun setting like a golden ember
on a dark landscape
offering one thin line of reflected light
a path of watery flames to walk.

But I stay on the wooden slates
lined beneath my crossed legs 
and look down into the dark water
where my imagination mixes 
seaweed with the faint reflection 
of ripples circling your face.

Reach my hand to feel if you have gravity
but I know that you're not real
just a reflection of desire....

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