Mark Fullick Poems

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
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Sponsorship is the new religion, and it’s taking over from the old ones, whatever next?

G.O.D INVESTMENTS
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The last electronic heart beat,
My last breath was sure to follow.

A hand reached down from heaven,
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Magical Mystical history and mystery,
Painted and woven on tablets and tapestry.

Cave painted hunts and sand script on tombs,
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A strange thing is happening to people I know,
At first they start laughing and then their minds go.

An incessant giggling’s the long road to doom,
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Wib wob flobble bop,
Wibble wobble wooo.

Even my pen loses control,
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The End is something Mark likes to call a surrealist word painting.....

“Ouch! That hurt, I’m not doing that again, ”
I laughed.
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Take the butterfly is one of Marks surrealist word paintings.....
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“Halt, who goes there? ”
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The word wizard weaves his whiley words,
And we believe the words he weaves.

Then with a silky pen and clever hands
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Time, a human invention if ever there was one,
Though tiss laid blame or credit at the foot of a Supreme Being.

Time a vessel in which to pour our lives,
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