Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

281. April 3/17/2010
282. Appeal 1/27/2010
283. Apparition of a Butterfly 10/24/2009
284. Apparition 1/10/2012
285. Another Poem 11/14/2011
286. And We Are Synergy 10/6/2013
287. And Should I Move? 6/13/2012
288. And I'm Besotted 5/24/2012
289. And I was All 7/14/2013
290. And I Shall Share Your Face 3/15/2012
291. And How We Die! 1/27/2014
292. And A Big Welcome To 2012 1/4/2012
293. An Image Of Your Gaze 8/8/2012
294. An Illusion 10/27/2011
295. An Early Day in May 4/28/2010
296. An act of poetry 1/26/2010
297. Amen 1/22/2011
298. Ambiguity... 5/8/2012
299. Along The Promenade 3/21/2012
300. 'Alone! ' I cried 10/22/2009

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.

[Hata Bildir]