Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

121. My Dream Of Iris 11/1/2010
122. My Cat Thinks I'M A Plonker 3/24/2009
123. Musings 2/6/2011
124. Mother’s Cry Of Late 8/17/2011
125. Mother Nature 10/4/2009
126. Morning Comfort 6/12/2013
127. Moon, We Look To You. 4/14/2009
128. Money And Me 2/25/2009
129. Mist Upon The Placid Morn 9/1/2010
130. Mist 3/25/2010
131. Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber 2/25/2009
132. Mighty Sun 2/24/2009
133. Me-Time Continuum 10/19/2009
134. Memory 2/21/2010
135. Marmaduke 10/22/2011
136. Mark R. Slaughter 5/10/2012
137. Manure 10/30/2011
138. Man's Tipple 4/11/2009
139. Mammary Tunes 1/29/2011
140. Making Love With Memories 5/15/2010
141. Mahler 7/28/2013
142. Lovers 2/9/2012
143. Love Of Autumn 10/18/2012
144. Loss Lost In Thought 3/9/2009
145. Lonely You; Lonely I 2/13/2009
146. Lonely We 2/23/2009
147. Lonely Life 3/13/2009
148. Life’s Great... Er… Sucks 3/27/2009
149. Life Of A Cloud 1/22/2010
150. Lashes 11/8/2014
151. Kissing To The Air 5/8/2012
152. Juno Gave The Summer 6/5/2010
153. Journey To Be 2/23/2009
154. Jazz 6/16/2012
155. It's Death Again 4/11/2009
156. It’s My Birthday 12/9/2010
157. Is This Poem Never-Ending? 3/20/2009
158. Irritating Sky 10/25/2009
159. In Death, My Final Part 11/8/2009
160. In Arrogance 11/22/2010
Best Poem of Mark R Slaughter

It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'



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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’

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