Mark R Slaughter Poems

I float in time with open mind...
A quest, a chance of riddled thought:
Infinity squared; then seek to find
An answer; pained and overwrought,
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She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
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You are locked in a never-ending poem;
Now take a breath before line three
And please continue from line one.
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A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
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Warming thermals whisper as they rise,
To tell us they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
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The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge - a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin - how do mirrors cope?
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My antecubital vein -
I surrender it now unto you:
Feel free to aim your great lance -
Here's now hoping you know what to do!
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The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.
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A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation -
No honoured contemplation of a
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A hopeful heart – handing out illusions –
Worn atop a satin sleeve;
Naivety was dripping out delusions –
'Twas an open gash – to so deceive
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