Dreamer, philosopher, fool: what else could I do but write poetry?
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Mark Earls Poems
Swiftshock palm slap, pulsethrob rear, Deep and savage need fulfilled: Submission.
A Blade of Grass
A whitesheaf grassblade, truly offered, Simple as love. Will you accept?
Goldbrown leaf in silvered web, Joyously held fast: Perhaps it's in love!
Leatherclad loins, slim silk blouse; The suggestion of twin curves. I'm obsessed!
There was a time when this house, Scaled to my size, comfortable, Was an extension of my self, filled entire by me; Each room known to me, alone.
From bluegrey eyes a fire is burning; Blue-white blazing, black within, Half-seen shape sharpclawed. Limned with fury wings are beating,
Visions of Hell: Part II
There are days, which grow more common, When the Darkness claims it's own, When the Ebonbeast within me Bursts free to claim his throne.
Visions of Hell: Part I
Crowded tube, bare room to stand, Stops the only air to hand. Sea of faces ever changing,
I find myself, Like a courtier to some fabulous king, Walking through chilled silver On paths strewn with coloured leaves
An Everyday Satori
A moment eternal before memory awakes, Gazing in the chill of a silver morning On the face of beauty incarnate:
Comments about Mark Earls
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
Swiftshock palm slap, pulsethrob rear,
Deep and savage need fulfilled: