(1957)

Poems of Mark R Slaughter

1. A Country Path in Late Spring 4/20/2010
2. A Dream Of Angelina 3/4/2009
3. A Drink 3/5/2009
4. A Dying Brain 10/8/2009
5. A Fresh Endeavour 12/5/2009
6. A life half lived 11/22/2010
7. A Take on Red 4/18/2010
8. A Thought On Worry 12/5/2009
9. A Tomcat Tree 3/18/2009
10. A UFO of Night or Mind? 11/30/2009
11. A Valentine in Pain 2/13/2010
12. A Vampire’s Bite 3/17/2009
13. A Winter Message 1/4/2011
14. A Winter Pond 11/27/2010
15. Abstraction 3/15/2012
16. Accordance 1/27/2012
17. Agony 8/20/2010
18. Alcoholic 11/20/2010
19. All on Earth 11/21/2009
20. Alone 10/22/2009

The Chess Game

To see that regal chessboard stand -
Prominent, eminent, historically grand;
Refined in polished real-wood veneer,
Exuding class for all to revere.

But of a moment, the board stood incomplete -
No fighting ranks prepared to meet.
No chessmen stood, enticing war,
To challenge and strategise, for points to score.

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