My name is Mark Koplin
and it has been since birth
My dear Mother and Father
were the salt of the Earth
Some days I am ornery
and not real discreet
Other days I’m like candy
and just a little bit sweet
I can flow just like water
even when I’m ice cold
but when the temperature rises
that’s when you’ll see me get bold
I can be very loyal
and ease the pain you’ve been through
or I can be evil as hell
It just depends upon you
Labour:-,
my servant is fairer,
my master, how seagull?.
With serpent it's woven in clew
near heart it makes sorcery truly,
with pigeon all days it is new,
It's cooing in white window newly.
Then in a bright frost it will spark,
In slumber of gillyflower
it will show itself, it is mark
of gladness and peace and good hour.
I know it is crying so sweet
in violin's pray longing style
And it's scary to find out its weep
again and again in new smile.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova
My name is mark cooper
Im writing this on the pooper
I have to wipe
But im on skype
drinking gas
kissing ass
Autumnal Light.
Softly they walk on a day in October the old man
and sunlight amongst ageless olive trees planted
when his great grandfather was young.
On the track there is mark of hooves from flocks
of sheep that walk here daily on their way home
after grazing on the upland.
Bits of fleece on thorny bushes, black pellets
and the pungent aroma of the wooly backed
still lingers…
He sees the old cottage the roof has fallen
in and bushes grow through its floor, but
he doesn´t stop, it was all so long ago.
Light is fading wants to turn in, time to go
home for him too, autumn evenings are chilly,
and damp, no good for his chest.
Lisa' heart has been stomped on
lisa has been rejected many time's
lisa had almost given up on love
then lisa meet's mark in the park
is mark giong to notice her
or walk on bye
Lisa heart start's thobbing
lisa hand's are sweating
Lisa mouth is very dry
Lisa is in awe by his good look's
does mark like his girl alittle nerdy?
alittle dorky? alittle corky?
Mark is flaltered but
preoccupied by her
flaming red hair both
wondering if fringe benefit's
in the air
Lisa beauty is intoxicating
they kiss and go hand in hand
out of the park
well their love last forever?
I called my mother the other day- just to listen to her voice
She answered dear Steve – yes this is me- how are you this day
I said I was fine- it has been some time- I searched for more words to talk
She cantered a bit then came to a halt- as I began to say
Mother dear- this is Mark- how are you today
Mark she replied- I have a Mark- he was the oldest of three
How is school - are you making good grades- are you coming home real soon
I told her I would- If only I could- would she know me anyway
I visited my mother the other day- at a home for Alzheimer patients
Her stare in the air- made it be known- that she could not remember
I sat by her side- we nibbled on crackers- we looked out the window pane
Then I was father- she told me she miss me –I cried a thousand tears
She reached for my hand- I did not resist- I was blessed to make her happy
How are you Tom- I said I was fine- The kids will be home soon
I told her it’s time- I must go home - I have to work tomorrow
I took her hand- I’ll see you soon- Goodbye Steve she told me
As my Mother slips away today- how precious are my memories
For after this world –I can hardly wait- for my Mother to recognize me
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