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Best Poems From
MARK R SLAUGHTER
(1957)
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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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Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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Death and I
When death comes
Ill need not love
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when Im no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why were here.
My genes will die away thro child
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation
Bow to future dominance
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
Ill need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when Im at ground
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Death Crawl
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'Alone! ' I cried
'Alone! ' I cried again.
'Alone I am with me!
Lonely in a world of mist
Alone, I reach to touch your wrist
And see if I am thee.
To be alone beside a soul
Afloat, adrift; an empty ghoul
Alone in woe; the yearning flesh
To fill a thin, contorted mesh
Diffuse atop an icy floor, alone.
So much alone in fact, I lack
The tonal vibrancy of life:
I am a song without a tune
alone;
A greying sky in June
alone;
The blueness of a sullen moon
waning in a starless night
alone;
Coasting down a weedy pass
alone;
The only image in the glass
alone;
To meet a certain heavy fate
to turn and shut the knurly gate
alone.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mark R Slaughter
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Lonely Life
Lonely on the land I walk,
Lonely cross the sea I sail,
Lonely air of beach I stroll
This lonely life doth take its toll.
Lonely trek of woodland trail,
Lonely mist in haze o dawn,
Lonely spies the bird of prey
In lonely circles all astray.
Lonely be the dark of night
When sleep is but a yearning wish,
To dream of sweet companions close,
As wine would pair with diner's dish.
Lonely do these thoughts me make
That draw my blood of precious life;
Replace with stream of flowing pain
To bless my veins with coursing strife.
Lonely years are now my friends,
Lonely cries bereft of sound,
Lonely tears that cool my face
In lonely life of sullen pace.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
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