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
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- Morning by Mark R Slaughter
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- Requiescat poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ode To Apollo poem – John Keats poems
- Shining Armour by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father by Robert Burns
- Ulster by Rudyard Kipling
- Feroza
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- Late September poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Билла Сиггера
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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).
