Mark R Slaughter Poems

A little splash of evil,
A squirt or two of ire,
I'll stir it in before I add –
Now this you will admire:
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Hail great hero!
Hero brave!
We praise you hero!
I your slave
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Through oddly tinted glasses, I scan the grey of death -
Stone cold, bone old:
In awe I hold an artefact of life inside the eye!
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Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
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May soothed
– sensual breeze caressing.

Snug, she cooed in floral chroma;
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Don't be fooled, it's Mother Nature –
Evil shimmers in the creature –
Absolutely nil of nice to greet you.
Only your selective mind has
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O Lust! you're burning holes in our affair.
We lost our brazen face without a care-
Flaunting all in front of those who scowled,
Laughing at the doleful - e'er we howled!
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Perfect tone of crafted sound:
Inner depth of rumbling bass
Agitates my heart to pound!
Noble middle-range's grace secures
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Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
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A cracked lip; raw skin.
I pined for orange flickers
Dancing off a cheery fire.
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