Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

161. Ignatius 12/23/2009
162. Illness 2/20/2010
163. Image 4/11/2009
164. In Arrogance 11/22/2010
165. In Death, My Final Part 11/8/2009
166. Irritating Sky 10/25/2009
167. Is This Poem Never-Ending? 3/20/2009
168. It’s My Birthday 12/9/2010
169. It's Death Again 4/11/2009
170. Jazz 6/16/2012
171. Journey To Be 2/23/2009
172. Juno Gave The Summer 6/5/2010
173. Kissing To The Air 5/8/2012
174. Lashes 11/8/2014
175. Life Of A Cloud 1/22/2010
176. Life’s Great... Er… Sucks 3/27/2009
177. Lonely Life 3/13/2009
178. Lonely We 2/23/2009
179. Lonely You; Lonely I 2/13/2009
180. Loss Lost In Thought 3/9/2009
181. Love Of Autumn 10/18/2012
182. Lovers 2/9/2012
183. Mahler 7/28/2013
184. Making Love With Memories 5/15/2010
185. Mammary Tunes 1/29/2011
186. Man's Tipple 4/11/2009
187. Manure 10/30/2011
188. Mark R. Slaughter 5/10/2012
189. Marmaduke 10/22/2011
190. Memory 2/21/2010
191. Me-Time Continuum 10/19/2009
192. Mighty Sun 2/24/2009
193. Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber 2/25/2009
194. Mist 3/25/2010
195. Mist Upon The Placid Morn 9/1/2010
196. Money And Me 2/25/2009
197. Moon, We Look To You. 4/14/2009
198. Morning Comfort 6/12/2013
199. Mother Nature 10/4/2009
200. Mother’s Cry Of Late 8/17/2011
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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