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Best Poems Written by Mark Hanna

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Goodbye Youth, Hello Age

Goodbye youth
a beast uncouth, unwise, and full of lies.

goodbye the eyes that see what the groin wants them to see,
goodbye the ears that never really listened
goodbye the heart that never really felt
that could not thaw but now can melt.

Goodbye the inability to really feel
or know what's real and how to deal.

hello to age
the gentle sage, compassionate and thoughtful.

hello to eyes that see the flaws but do not care
hello to ears that truly hear
hello to the sturdy heart that knows love
and instead of running in fear, draws it near

hello the giving
hello to living.

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The Tower

A long walk away
In a dusty recess in my mind
In a polished drawer 
You will find
A picture of you in a fortified tower
A picture framed in a glorious hour.

You smile at the lens
A genuine smile; not one of your lies
And your eyes sparkle like clear water
Stipped of pretence
Shown out of disguise.

In this picture you love me
As I loved you
In that hour
In that tower.

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Schrodinger's Heart

My heart beats inside a box

I cannot know 

If it lives or not



I am dulled and dried

My blood drifts like dust

Through the cold caverns of my 
soul 



My body travels

From room to room

With no will to arrive.



In the dark I see

The end of things 

Waiting 



A voice fills bags of sand 

And builds a wall

Against the flood of silence



Still your sound

For there are stars before us 

With smiles and tender air



There is nothing but time

Between  each touch

And good word



The warmth of one

Our skin kisses

I am alive

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Sleep

I was very young,
Laying wrapped in cotton sheets.
Eyes heavy with soft happiness
Touched by the warm hand of a summer sun.
Breathed on by flower scented air
Cradled into a smiling sleep.

I was grown up
Laying wrapped in damp cotton sheets
Eyes dazzled with fierce desire
Touched by the flesh of dark promises
Breathed on by a scented whisper
Cocooned into a satisfied sleep

I was older still
Laying on a plastic seat
Eyes forced to find florescent lights
Touched by fear and longing
Breathed on by boozy fighters
Unable to sleep, waiting to be called

I was a parent
Laying in a too hot bed
Eyes wrestling against my ears
Touched by annoyance and sympathy
Breathed on by weary milky air
Forced not to sleep but longing for it.

I am very old
Laying wrapped in plastic sheets
Eyelids glued against my cheek
Touched by frigid cold
Breathed on by disinfected mouths
Waiting for sleep.

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Together

Like the desert and the sun
Like a bullet and a gun
Like promised things never done
We go together

Like a coffin and a grave
Like chains of iron and a slave
Like being scared and acting brave
We go together

Like a car crash and a scream
Like a drunkard and a dream
Like dirty nails and fraying seams
We go together.

Like the world of rich and poor
Like late night vomit in shop doors
Like the vice squad and the whores
We go together.

Like the winter and the cold
Like the bluffer and the fold
Like the word out and the word sold
We go together.

I love you and you hate me
You love me and I hate you
I guess there's nothing left to do
Let's go together.

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Isabel

here she is
my seven year old
bunny bright
and monkey bold
floating on her tippy toes
shiny pink face with a runny nose
says what she thinks
and that's you told

tea stained freckles
and sapphire eyes
exaggerates
but won't tell lies
six teeth lost 
to a dentist chair
My pykie princess
with sunshine hair.

took off her stabilizers
and sped down the road
laughing like 
a demented toad
there's no climbing frame that can hold her down
her shoes have barely touched the ground
and fear can hardly find the room
to join her in the water flume

there she goes 
my seven year old
bunny bright 
and monkey bold
to laugh and play
and skip away
each new and fresh
exciting day.

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Happy People

Life drips and drops away
We live in puddles
Just ripples of rain.

We can’t complain
We can’t complain

You smile at me 
Like you really mean it
And I find I love you again

We can’t complain
We can’t complain

I like your eyes
They burn with gold
I want to pour out all of your pain

We can’t complain
We can’t complain

I feel your skin with my lips
Cool and smooth, so good to touch
I want to remove your soul’s chain

We can’t complain
We can’t complain

You hear my heart
Pumping strength of love
Into my vein

We can’t complain
We can’t complain

If one thing is certain
It’s that we can’t complain.

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Beware the Zombie

beware the zombie in your bed
with morning smiles and pillow head
it looks alive but is really dead
beware the zombie in your bed

beware the zombie in your car
even as it drives afar
guided by the navman star
beware the zombie in your car

beware the zombie on your couch
lazing with an evening slouch
even though it's warm to touch
beware the zombie on your couch

beware the zombie in your bath
it plays with water and makes you laugh
the jokes come thick and quick and fast
but beware the zombie in your bath

beware the zombie in your life
was once your husband, was once your wife,
taken from you by another's knife,
beware the zombie in your life

if you love a zombie I pity you
for there is one thing dark but true
to love a zombie when you knew
means sadly that you're a zombie too