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POEM: When Old Words Weigh Heavy

Posted by Mark Cantrell on May 22, 2016 at 7:35 PM Comments comments (0)


Dust Me Down

By Mark Cantrell


Sometimes

I feel like the living

Embodiment

O...

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POEM: Concerns & Wishful Thinking Fade Like Vanity In Time

Posted by Mark Cantrell on December 28, 2015 at 5:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Concerns

By Mark Cantrell

 

When I was young,

I longed to be older.

When I was old,

I yearned to be younger.

As a child,

I wondered what it was like

To be a grown up.

As a grown up, I struggled

To remember w...

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POEM: Surfing The Event Horizon Of Time

Posted by Mark Cantrell on September 13, 2015 at 8:10 AM Comments comments (0)

In Depth

By Mark Cantrell




Down there,

Deep, deep

Beneath my feet,

Where I stand on the edge,

...

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POEM: At That Cynical Age

Posted by Mark Cantrell on August 22, 2015 at 6:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Beneath This Crusty Visage

By Mark Cantrell


Beneath the crust

Of cynicism,

Burns bright – still – the furnace

Of youth...

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POEM: Time Waits For No Mortality

Posted by Mark Cantrell on June 21, 2015 at 8:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Ocean Of Time

By Mark Cantrell


Deeper

In the crushing depths,

Slow-motion plunge

Into the dark unknown,

The pressure squeezes,

Bones, and muscles, lungs

And brain; perception freezing

In the drowning force.

Below, waiting,

The Abyss,

Shadow mouth open,

Ready to swallow

This sun-...

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POEM: Don't Spill It!

Posted by Mark Cantrell on June 13, 2015 at 9:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The Cup Of It

By Mark Cantrell


Half full you say?

Nay,

That cup is empty,

For I have supped deep

Of the bitter brew of life,

Down to the very

Dregs,

Until nothing but the froth

And suds still cling to that cup’s

Rim and sides.

I might lick them, you may say,

Taste but one lingering afterthought

Of living’s liquor,

Before the suds congeal and d...

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POEM: Colourful Yorkshire

Posted by Mark Cantrell on May 31, 2015 at 8:45 AM Comments comments (0)

White Rose Folk

By Mark Cantrell


 

 Yorkshire's rose is white;

White on blue,

That's the flag.

But Yorkshire folk

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POEM: Grave Attraction

Posted by Mark Cantrell on May 17, 2015 at 5:50 AM Comments comments (0)

Disinterred

By Mark Cantrell


A graveyard

Is such a depressing,

Delusive place.

All that space

Wasted on the dead.

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POEM: Age Has No Meaning

Posted by Mark Cantrell on April 19, 2015 at 8:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Age Less

By Mark Cantrell

 

Old... old, you say?

You call me old,

You,

Young sperm,

Still wet behind the flagellum,

Bathed still in the

Seminal fluid of a rise to blinking

Vapid, consciousness?

I shall tell you, tender shoot,

I am not old,

But ancient,

So ancient indeed that beyond

Time and measure

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POEM: Bad Luck Vampire

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 21, 2015 at 8:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Vampire Love

By Mark Cantrell


Love's a bitch

For Vampire Man,

Every time

He meets his Queen,

Cupid's Arrow

Stakes his heart,

Crumbling ...

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POEM: A Shade Of Photo-Chemical Amnesiac

Posted by Mark Cantrell on March 7, 2015 at 1:55 PM Comments comments (0)

Photo Montage

By Mark Cantrell


Old photographs

Show moments of time frozen,

A window, from where faces of history

Can stare unknowing at the present.

Their time has gone.

Their ...

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POEM: Dressing Things Up

Posted by Mark Cantrell on February 26, 2015 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (0)

Cut From A Cloth Less Bland

By Mark Cantrell


Sane,

Is ever so sartorial,

Don’t you think?

The way it’s worn cuts such a dash,

In the fine rush to catch

Convention.

O...

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