Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

301. Alone 10/22/2009
302. All on Earth 11/21/2009
303. Alcoholic 11/20/2010
304. Agony 8/20/2010
305. Adrift Upon a Ramble 2/1/2012
306. Adirondack Airs 11/19/2012
307. Accordance 1/27/2012
308. Abstraction 3/15/2012
309. A Winter Pond 11/27/2010
310. A Winter Message 1/4/2011
311. A Vampire’s Bite 3/17/2009
312. A Valentine in Pain 2/13/2010
313. A Tomcat Tree 3/18/2009
314. A Little Ditty 12/7/2011
315. A life half lived 11/22/2010
316. A Lake Of Lips 7/28/2013
317. A Fresh Endeavour 12/5/2009
318. A Flow Of Memories 1/27/2014
319. A Dying Brain 10/8/2009
320. A Drink 3/5/2009

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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