Mark R Slaughter Poems

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
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Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
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Shit!

Another year – a terse reminder.
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Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
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You touched my tongue
With yours - blending buds,
Kindling minds, racing worlds,
Unifying two lovers - one body.
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Red for blood –
Pumping out a life;
Paling in a death;
Blushing in a feminine face –
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Contact was sharp…

I jolted from immediacy of senses torn from mind -
Such was I at unawares with you;
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Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?
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War is war with Nature's peace -
Eternal is the pounding drill.
War is Man in Evil's grease -
Besmeared is he with chronic ill.
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Lonely you, lonely I,
Lonely together; here we lie.
Lonely me, lonely you,
Lonely in love, O! what to do?
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