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Blog posts : "General Poetry"
Fallen ... coming soon
It's been a long time coming ... and it's almost here.
A lot of you know that I've been working on my first book for a very long time now. It's been through a number of changes and revisions, and it's been a very long and exciting journey; but I'm stoked to say that the wait is almost over…
The desert - by Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
The prolific Stephen Crane (along with poets suc…
Silence
This void like a whirlpool turns faster than time
Pulling me - deep in the dark;
The longing, anxiety, weighs on my soul
Cutting deeper and leaving its mark.
Silence surrounds what was once filled with joy
Coloured music of laughter and mirth;
But now pale is the memory that covers the shrine
Where a union…
Where the hell are you?! - Answered
I know I haven't put up anything in a while now, but that's only because I've been busy - meeting the woman of my dreams, falling in love, getting engaged, starting a venture in the leather business and working a 9 to 5 as well.
I hope that justifies :)
With regards to my fiance, there'll probably b…
Unclean
He remains unclean as long as he has the disease,
And must live outside the camp, away from others.
- Lev 13:46
From whence comes this swelling,
This unwelcome, unannounced guest?
Maybe today and gone tomorrow?
But to the elder I must go,
He shall examine it and make his diagnosis.
For six days I am isolat…
Fallen Leaves
Fallen leaves return to their roots
- Chinese proverb
Crumble under my foot
Dried leaf, fallen to the ground.
Autumn has left you lifeless;
Brown like the bark of which you grow.
In your prime you blossomed
Bright, green – alive.
But bring new pleasure to little ones,
Crumbling and crackling under little f…
Spam!
Yes, spam catches up with all of us, and recently there has been some spam comments on markrocha.net as well, so I've been forced to use an anti-spam filter and subsequent spam check on all comments that get posted. The only change you'll find is that when posting comments, you'll have to verify tha…
Of Flames and Frames
Life leaving bodies,
Souls leaving earth;
The wind takes them swiftly
Away from their birth.
The clouds are all scattered,
No sun in the skies;
An old father laughs,
While a young mother cries.
Shadows they dance
To the tune of the flames,
Like a movie through tattered
Old celluloid frames;
And as the light d…
Gold and Ash
Half a century in days, there's no sage who'd have known
that we'd plot out the stars, and then carve them in stone.
Ebb and flow through the crevices, funnel down glass
slipping silently - clouds, past the earth to the grass -
count the seconds, time flies as we run to the door
dare we walk through to f…
Hallucinogen
And she sat there, staring at me –
Eyes black khol
Hair wet cold
I was naked, she was glass.
For the better part of an hour,
We were connected –
Thought mouth word
Sounds not heard
She had lost her mind, I was far from mine;
Cos I dream't I was awake,
But when I woke, I was asleep …
There are some peo…
Dream Catcher
Suspended in motion, you’ve fallen like a star
And caught in a dream-catcher’s net;
And somewhere between what is real and what’s not
In this river of dreams I am wet.
Swim through the souls of the living
And find what exists -
What is yours what is mine;
Till I stop at your door and I knock,
And I w…
Mark Rocha on LaptopLit.com
'Designer Dilemma' a short story I had written some time ago has been featured on Vanessa Rebello's 'Feature Friday' on LaptopLit.com. Read the full story here ...
Pillar
They saw me, they know
all the questions I fear;
by this pillar I’ll hide – just a while disappear.
In this moment with you
in this moment alone;
while we pour out our hearts – by my pillar of stone.
Let’s escape, run away
both of us, just us two;
as my pillar still stands – let it hide someone ne…
Operation
Close your eyes, relax, forget;
the hand is cold, the hand of death –
the pulse it fades, the music stops to rest ...
you feel it now – damnation at its best.
Injected for the purpose of relief,
infliction of the pain you felt the least;
and down the hall the swinging doors have closed –
your…
LaptopLit.com
Literature as we know it is changing. It is moving from Penguin Classics Paperback Novels, to Amazon Kindles and iPads. Our children may never know who William Blake or John Keats are; however they may learn of Salman Rushdie or J.R.R. Tolkien, the writers that are shaping our Literature today.
That…
Flower
Humble you stand by your father tall,
But you glow with a myriad hue.
Just as free as the others,
Swaying as the winds blow through.
While mother feeds you and brother,
Father gives shelter from sun;
And you stand there suspended in motion,
Bringing joy to little ones.
Till someone takes you and brother,
To …
Trains And Platforms
Throw me a bone, let me catch it - it's mine, but you threw, it's yours, please don't take it –
oh no, don't you see that you crave it?
Hands wave through the window, smoke swells as it blends -
disappears to the skies in the midst of goodbyes, shattered tear drops in eyes,
'will I see you again?'…
The Jew
The tree was planted firmly
And accompanied by two;
The three all hung together
In the middle was the Jew.
All had a crime committed
But none of them the same;
One had robbed, another killed,
Another said his name.
They had a common father,
Two would soon return;
One would then come back again,
For the other d…
I am ...
I am your neighbour, I am your friend,
I deliver your pizza, I live round the bend.
I am your classmate, I am the nerd,
I eat in the canteen, I rescued a bird.
I am your doctor, I am your bro,
I clear your cheques, I open your door.
I work at your office, I beg on your street,
I travel on buses, I prepare …
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