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Best Poems From
MARK R SLAUGHTER
(1957)
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Divorce
The two, paired, double-dared when
Love pounced; interfered
With once platonic tones.
They took it on - married,
Carried out the disingenuous play
Of white in church!
And so to bed
Climactic screams and moans
Regressed from real to fake
(and closely after!)
Upon the time disaster fell
Upon their made-up fairytale;
Upon them now a heavy hell
To take them through divorce
Why neither showed remorse,
We'll never know!
Only bitter spite;
An eagerness to fight;
Why neither was contrite
Was such a blow!
For hand on heart, they were
The caring kinds
Perhaps a clash of minds
Had ruined the show?
Well actually no
He'd dipped his toe
In places where he shouldn't go:
Exercising his
er
Well, his lady-chasing
Swinging parts below!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Pirouetting Autumn
The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Moon, We Look to You.
Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.
Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.
Moon, you have a role to play up there
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair
You are free from our grotesque disdain.
Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!
Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing so we look to you.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Mark R Slaughter
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You, the Dark
Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.
And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.
So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:
'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'
And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be!
Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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