Poems by Mark

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  • (I)
    Our precious months have none for charity...

  • (I)
    What miserable virus plagues ourselves...

  • (I)
    No lovelier of cause has pen to write...

  • (I)
    If weary eyes about this classic form...

  • You, you with that humdrum
    Come feel my heartdrum...

  • I must compare you to the spring in May!
    You warmth a light too have my winter's done...

  • Is You (1) 3

    (I)
    Though man with plenty whom proclaim your love...

  • Corona! (2) 3

    (I)
    Majestic; globalism's own pulsing heart...

  • (I)
    You left the fog that took your heart from us...

  • About my heart, how'd you learn more than I?
    Your time spent loving's less than half love's...

  • If love has us entwined, then let be three;
    And of our genes we splice, proportion you...

  • Grey Sky (2) 3

    The grey-white sky does not depress my view:
    Most beautiful of things do turn to grey...