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Mark R Slaughter (1957)
Poems of Mark R Slaughter
| 181. | Mother Nature | 10/4/2009 |
| 182. | Mother’s Cry of Late | 8/17/2011 |
| 183. | Musings | 2/6/2011 |
| 184. | My Cat Thinks I'm a Plonker | 3/24/2009 |
| 185. | My Dream of Iris | 11/1/2010 |
| 186. | My Fossil | 5/8/2012 |
| 187. | My Happy New Year | 1/7/2011 |
| 188. | My Sneaking Tears | 2/14/2009 |
| 189. | Nestling | 2/19/2011 |
| 190. | Night Close | 4/20/2010 |
| 191. | Night of Nights | 2/19/2009 |
| 192. | Night Ride | 7/16/2011 |
| 193. | Not Human | 4/15/2009 |
| 194. | Oblivion | 4/15/2009 |
| 195. | OCD | 2/28/2009 |
| 196. | Ode to War | 10/28/2009 |
| 197. | Of Mother And Foetus | 2/16/2013 |
| 198. | Off-Chance Dream | 2/7/2010 |
| 199. | On The Beauty of Betelgeuse | 5/8/2012 |
| 200. | On the Innate Drive For What is Right | 2/22/2011 |
The Chess Game
To see that regal chessboard stand -
Prominent, eminent, historically grand;
Refined in polished real-wood veneer,
Exuding class for all to revere.
But of a moment, the board stood incomplete -
No fighting ranks prepared to meet.
No chessmen stood, enticing war,
To challenge and strategise, for points to score.
