Mark R Slaughter
Mark R. Slaughter is a biological scientist who took up poetry to challenge his written skills. He undertakes commissions and collaborative projects, for which details are available on his website MarkRSlaughter.com. Examples include 'Liquid Rooms', a large-scale work for orchestra and soprano by the Danish composer Karsten Fundal (premiered on 3rd October 2014, by The Odense Symphony Orchestra) , and 'Death of Leaves', a song cycle for soprano and orchestra by the American composer Nicholas Anthony Ascioti. In March 2014, 'Lonely Life' was recited on the BBC by the actor Mark Benson as an introduction to a documentary on loneliness. Further poems such as Marriage and Spring are featured in... more »
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Mark R Slaughter Poems
It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there - Watching, waiting - e'er the stare! Every time I look behind Or reach to pull the window blind,
'Alone! ' I cried
'Alone! ' I cried again. 'Alone I am with me! Lonely in a world of mist Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
With glass, I am a man – or so I think! – A role to play when blessed with courtly drink: A gin or two, then vintage port or wine To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow – You lay me cross the mortal plains, Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work:
Apparition of a Butterfly
Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred – I tried to focus; nothing ever solid Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked An eye to try again. Through the mist
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell To ravage my world as might a sweet angel. Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease: Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Dawn blushed – betrayed her waking sky To gently break another morrow fine. Night waned – the black receding – highland Reaching for the early morning wine.
My Sneaking Tears
How heavy fell the rain that day From burdened clouds of mournful grey. The torrent forced them stay their height - Composure swayed by onerous might.
A Little Ditty
O! love to me is but a season – Seldom does it overstay, And tho' I pain to seek a reason, Like the dream, it fades away
You, the Dark
Dark, She is the mind of yours. Icy chill of thought becomes A steely shimmer. Behold a glimmer in the black -
I bled for you - would you for me? I blessed a skin in blazing fuel Then took a bullet in a duel of
A Valentine in Pain
A dream of hidden death, Embedded in her flowers – Dripping; drenched in nectar tears
When you think about our lives - Screaming kids and nagging wives: 'Can't smoke here - no! not there - Your bloody fags, they drive me spare!
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
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