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
- Atavism
- tears.html
- A Ballad (Thesis for a Doctor’s Degree) poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Современный Козьма Прутков
- Ianthe’s Question by Walter Savage Landor
- the_kings_breakfast.html
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ревность
- A Tribute to Mr J. Graham Henderson, The World’s Fair Judge by William Topaz McGonagall
- Night by Sidney Lanier
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- tomorrow is already past… by Steve Troyanovich
- Николай Гумилев – На Дуксе ли, на Бенце ль я
- Олег Бундур – Барашки
- Валерий Брюсов – Последнее желанье
- Buddha by Vachel Lindsay
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).
