Do I really understand The meaning of this poem? I know I sort of wrote it all…
Mark R. Slaughter is a retired biological scientist who took up poetry to challenge his written skills. He undertakes commissions and collaborative projects, for which details are available on his website MarkRSlaughter.com. Examples include 'Liquid Rooms', a large-scale work for orchestra and soprano by the Danish composer Karsten Fundal premiered on 3rd October 2014, by The Odense Symphony Orchestra , and 'Death of Leaves', a song cycle for soprano and orchestra by the American composer Nicholas Anthony Ascioti. In March 2014, 'Lonely Life' was recited on the BBC by the actor Mark Benson as an introduction to a documentary on loneliness. Further poems such as Marriage and Spring are featured in his pages on the 'Poets Pages' website.)
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This your first death my last…
A tongue traversed the areola, Homed in upon anticipation Of the nipple – Perched like a vanguard…
I'm oddly old young-mind paradox…
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.…
Cigar O how she fogs the room…
You’re many minds – Which one shall tease today? Cloaked in summer haze,…
With glass, I am a man - or so I think! - A role to play when blessed with courtly drink: A gin or two, then vintage port or wine To pep me up and gift me with a shine.…
Do you recall how I was once your fire –? And we, a regal cloud of unity Meandering through the closing blues of night, Commanding stars to glitter;…
Drip upon me Thine eyes of tears In searching out from depths of brown…
So now I've taken leave of life, I thought you'd like to know, I still Possess a mind in love, oh wife; A soulful eye to catch a show of…
I lost my arm, a leg; the head Of once my brother fell to me. I caught it with a scream caressed with Bowels, anointed with our blood –…
You drip inside pull off the shirt in love Ease upon my…
Red bled the sun upon a dying day. I was red across the dial – in denial – Purple bags bemoaning alcoholics’ eyes – Blind, they still portray a depth of ruin…
A life lived in fear Is a life half lived. If only you would dare – or do!…
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