Poems by Mark

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  • She was never one for churches;
    the incense smells, clanging bells...

  • It is balmy here by the bay
    dally I may and sand I play...

  • The penned sadness of a poetess
    as evident in the threads...

  • Those whimper wails - those windy moans
    Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...

  • I behest a star that caught my eye;
    Be true from afar and shine, shine brighter in the...

  • I wish I had a boat
    For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...

  • The aching is the from residue
    Of inebriation creeping through...

  • Those dreams of mine;
    Shape shift and twine...

  • A brisk haze lingers on the Somme before daybreak
    Silhouettes parade in ritual fashion...

  • This morning I was questioned about a golden cross...
    Dangling from a silver laced chain loosely necked...

  • Often on the river embankment I observe the same...
    Gliding, floating solitarily whilst treading and...

  • Oh ruler of all worlds
    I plead and pray for another...