Mark R Slaughter


Poems of Mark R Slaughter

281. The Wedding 4/30/2011
282. Thirteen Lines 11/2/2010
283. Tiger's Prey 10/4/2009
284. Time in Hell 2/14/2010
285. 'Tis What? 4/6/2009
286. To be a Clown 2/2/2009
287. Trees 12/22/2010
288. TV 3/22/2009
289. UFO of Night or Mind? 11/30/2009
290. Ugly 3/18/2010
291. Unanswered 8/21/2010
292. Uniquely You 3/18/2010
293. Upon the Arid Lakes 6/14/2011
294. Violin 3/22/2010
295. Waiting 2/2/2012
296. Wallow in the Greed 10/8/2009
297. We Just Know 7/26/2012
298. Were There Hope 11/7/2009
299. When Evil Becomes You 3/11/2009
300. When Science Falters 3/11/2009

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.

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