Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

1. It's Death Again 4/11/2009
2. Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work 2/11/2009
3. 'Alone! ' I Cried 10/22/2009
4. Bitter Blow Of Love 11/10/2009
5. Apparition Of A Butterfly 10/24/2009
6. A Drink 3/5/2009
7. Beautiful One 3/5/2009
8. Dawn 3/7/2010
9. Death And I 3/3/2011
10. Fire Ferocious 2/26/2009
11. My Sneaking Tears 2/14/2009
12. A Country Path In Late Spring 4/20/2010
13. A Valentine In Pain 2/13/2010
14. As I Ventured To The Wood 2/10/2009
15. You, The Dark 10/8/2009
16. A Little Ditty 12/7/2011
17. Lonely Life 3/13/2009
18. Her Bliss 10/19/2009
19. Death’s Too Near 2/18/2010
20. Synergy Of Love 10/4/2009
21. A Dying Brain 10/8/2009
22. Wife To Be (Petrarchan Sonnet) 6/11/2010
23. An Act Of Poetry 1/26/2010
24. A Fresh Endeavour 12/5/2009
25. Death, My Friend 2/24/2009
26. Soldier's Ghost 6/16/2010
27. Release 10/4/2009
28. Death, Inevitable Death 1/31/2009
29. Violin 3/22/2010
30. The Dream Of Angelina 3/4/2009
31. Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber 2/25/2009
32. An Illusion 10/27/2011
33. April, Dear April 2/17/2009
34. Country Walking 3/23/2009
35. Suicide 11/5/2009
36. Alcoholic 11/20/2010
37. Night Of Nights 2/19/2009
38. A Tomcat Tree 3/18/2009
39. Her Bum 4/20/2010
40. It’s My Birthday 12/9/2010
Best Poem of Mark R Slaughter

It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'



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Genius

Your intellect humbles with shattering blow!
Omnipotent, you are at one with the world.
There's no need to seek, as you already know:
Explained, reconciled, all so neatly unfurled.

Those complex equations are pliable toys,
And yours just to play with and loosen your mind.
Hypotheses and theories are also your boys -
In your world, together, all cosily enshrined.

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