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Best Poems From
MARK R SLAUGHTER
(1957)
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April
Still an irritating wind;
Vestiges of stubborn grey
Jibing us of recent winter blight.
Its coming though like perky breasts
Pushing through a blouse
Teasing, pleasing in its tantalising play:
Warmth of youth in April sun
Simmering off depression,
Brains retuned; remapped for fun.
April is a portal
Smoothly transitions
Delicate dispositions suchlike mine,
Easing hunched bodies into
Summery smiles.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
April April April April April April April April April April
April April April April April April April April April April
Mark R Slaughter
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Bloodlust
Blood is but a trickle thro her veins;
A tear but only that it feigns
A look of sorrow; the sigh, she had to borrow;
To know, in acting hurt she all but reigns!
A perk of siren head to draw him in;
He melts a waning from within.
Her clever snare: he marries with her hair.
But now the kiss - a taste of her cuisine!
She in torsion paints a torrid tale -
See her callous grin upon his wail!
- Be the torture, swallow down the pain -
His burden gone, no life must he sustain.
Revenge on Man! Her loss of trust had
Wrought an evil whored in lust:
The crafted vintage ere the thrust
Behind her ill champagne.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Blood of lust
Lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
Lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
Lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
Lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
Lust lust lust lust lust lust lust
Blood drips
Mark R Slaughter
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A life half lived
A life lived in fear
Is a life half lived.
If only you would dare or do!
A flagrant kiss of challenge on the lips
then on to tongue
Will help undress the man,
So you may feel the dawn
Caress your waking self:
The blush of latent pride will
Place the cold of low-esteem
Upon the shelf of also-rans.
Youd shine!
In oestrogenic ways that
For the moment hide beneath your skin,
Deferring yet again a shaking breast
From androgenic hands.
Involve your glands upon a whim
Finger up a risk or two;
Stroke a chance to share with him
Atop a forward you!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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woman woman
woman
Mark R Slaughter
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Sorrow Rain
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
Mark R Slaughter
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