Mark R. Elias


Mark R. Elias Poems

1. Willpower Prayer 8/26/2014
2. The Ballade Of Dorothy Parker 8/26/2014
3. Lines For A Card 8/26/2014
4. Hold Myself So 8/26/2014
5. Barbaric 9/11 Poem Even After Reading Adorno's Quote In Full 8/26/2014
6. Dostoyevskian Lament 8/26/2014
7. Twelve Ways Of Looking At A Tree 8/26/2014
8. Kitbag 8/26/2014
9. Pretty Little Flower 8/26/2014
10. The Soft Of My Body 8/26/2014
11. Reality Clings On To Me 8/26/2014
12. The Weight Of A Child In Your Arms 8/26/2014
13. At The Pulpit 8/28/2014
14. I Will Know Of Grace 8/26/2014
15. Go To Work 8/26/2014
16. Cultivation 8/26/2014
17. October Moon 8/26/2014
18. Go Make Your Art 8/28/2014
19. Laid Down Flowers 8/28/2014
20. Tolstoyan Observations 9/21/2014
21. Dainty Little Poem 9/21/2014
22. Just Write It 9/21/2014
23. The Exquisite Thing 10/1/2014
24. God's Mystery (A Parody) 10/6/2014
25. True Majesty 10/6/2014
26. Ballade Of A Dutiful Soldier 10/6/2014
27. Swansea 10/6/2014
28. Effort At A Bill Hicks Poem 10/6/2014
29. Rambo 10/6/2014
30. Heroic Failures 10/6/2014
31. Dog Amongst Fairies 10/6/2014
32. On The Pleasure Of Forgetting Your Wedding Anniversary 10/6/2014
33. A Tree Sings 10/6/2014
34. The Plan 10/6/2014
35. Toad 10/6/2014
36. If 10/6/2014
37. Were It Not For My Dog 10/6/2014
38. October Song 10/6/2014
39. Artifice Practice 10/6/2014
40. For The Rabbit-Holers 10/6/2014
Best Poem of Mark R. Elias

Shadow Of Sorrow

Only those in the shadow of sorrow
Know the meaning of real despair
For the darkness so cast on their spirit
Is a darkness found only in there
And a light all the world takes for granted
Is a light by not one of them seen
For the shadow its terrible covering
Is cruelly placed in between.

And the sorriest of souls on the outside
Might a rhythm of sympathy start
And the warmest embrace from a neighbour
Might its message of comfort impart
But the shadow its hold unrelenting
Still divides and keeps distant relief
And those hearts under cover of ...

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Cultivation

Most every time it clangs on stone
This fork I'm thrusting into soil.
The blunt vibrations make me boil,
Make hot my blood, my sinew, bone,
And useless, anger at the toil.

I try a different angle or
Approach it from the other side.
I use my foot to help it slide,

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