Mark R Slaughter Poems

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles;
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! -
Perhaps descent into a game of wiles
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Ruin is what we need -
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
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A flake of snow in flurry thro' the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
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Blood is but a trickle thro’ her veins;
A tear – but only that it feigns
A look of sorrow; the sigh, she had to borrow;
To know, in acting hurt she all but reigns!
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Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.

Never hack the flowers down –
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‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
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Be gentle, sky, and let me rest -
These bones are worn - they lack the zest
Of flesh in life - they're marrowless! -
Their arid surface, nakedness! -
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I died so many times in empathy,
Cried so many rhymes in sympathy,
Dreaming out the horrors in the dark –
Imbibing all the agony. Embark
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I fell in love –
Taken by the innocence of
Child-face daffodils:
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A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate –
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!
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