Mark R. Elias
Biography of Mark R. Elias
Hobbyist versifier from South Wales, UK
A world away from all the things
That keep us in the world,
I show my heart, now that my wings
I’ve timidly unfurled.
And from that heart I offer you
A prayer, a song, a rhyme,
And hope I stir in your heart too
The sacred and sublime.
- To a Child on Christmas Morning
- Shadow of Sorrow
- Heroic Failures
- On the film 'Earthlings'
- On the Death of a Gerbil
- Reflection After Reading The Turn of the...
- Pretty Little Flower
- Twelve Ways of Looking at a Tree
- Dostoyevskian Lament
- Barbaric 9/11 Poem Even After Reading Ad...
- Hold Myself So
- Lines For a Card
- The Ballade of Dorothy Parker
The King and His Pie
There once was a king whose brain cells were few,
His mind was as mushy and slushy as stew.
His thoughts they consisted of little but whim
And all the day long just to entertain him
Musicians and jesters and clowns and the like
Would sweat and would toil lest their head on a spike.
The king would at random slope off on a stroll
Expecting around him to dance, play and roll