Illusions
by Mark R Slaughter
Speak to me –
Speak thro’ drifting clouds
And sing to me –
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare
To give to harmony
Then call to me –
Call across the drowsy valleys –
Spread the word you care!
Now come to me –
Abandon now
My inner dreams
That lay illusions bare.
Then pray for me –
Pray that I recover
From reality:
But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.
Copyright ©: Mark R Slaughter
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Орлов – Ковровые дорожки
- Seal
- Море волнуется, манит к себе
- The Eve Of St. Agnes poem – John Keats poems
- Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman
- The Golden Boat by Rabindranath Tagore
- Bredon Hill poem – A. E. Housman
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- Юнна Мориц – Дышать любовью, пить её, как воздух
- The Labour by Mousumi Guha Roy
- Childhood Memories by Preethi Saravanakumar
- On A Theme In The Greek Anthology
- William Strode – William Strode
- Death by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись 3 к статуе Петра Великого
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
