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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)

Conversation

How much is good news? Is it easy? To remember This was the first place That week in December Look at all the change Since that time has passed Want another drink? Will that be the last? Subjects twist and … Continue reading

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Leon

Thank you for The free fries Each customer Truth and lies? Although they weren’t yours Still a good thought A wave and smile Value not brought Something better Happy in your work Until you get a poem From another jerk … Continue reading

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Toaster

Why unplug me? Use me every day Toast, bagels, and crumpets Any which way Why don’t you ever? Clear out my crumbs Where there is smoke Fire becomes Please clean me At least once a week Know I’m not a … Continue reading

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Perhaps

Perhaps in the card There will be a poem? Written by Your own delicate hand Just spontaneous Nothing planned Perhaps this new job Is just what you need Away from the politics Disarray And the greed Perhaps I regret I’ve … Continue reading

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She & He – The Sprinty Mint

She walked into the bar. She knew he was there. It had been two weeks. She tried to see what he was doing, who he was talking to and what he was drinking. He always seemed at ease on his … Continue reading

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He

He will never know you From now to when you’re complete Towers over you He will be at your feet He doesn’t even try Doesn’t know your favourite band Never notices you cry Why won’t he understand? How can he … Continue reading

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The Escorters

Predictably we were gently moved to the woods. As we walked with the others I tried to glimpse their faces. I wanted to see who they were and none of us had talked. The atmosphere, as you’d imagine was strange … Continue reading

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