Mark Hunsdon

Phoenix, Arizona, USA

Pen Names: Mark Gregory Hunsdon; Sir Hunsdon; Bradley Hunsdon
Date of Birth: January 24, 1957
Place of Birth: Phoenix, Arizona
Education: Phoenix College
Occupation: U.S. Postal Service
Memberships: International Association of Turtles; [Distinguished Member] International Society of Poets; NPMHU (Local 320)
Honors/Awards: Certificate of Appreciation (USPS) 1987; Editor's Choice Award, The National Library of Poetry, 1996; Editor's Choice Award, The National Library of Poetry, 1997
Other Writings: Living Echoes; The Rainbow's End; Treasure Hunt Into the Unknown

Knight Of Noble Sorrows

The white of my eyes has been painted red.
Horror of a tragedy and moments of dread.
Remembering the time, grief gripping my head.
Keeping hope alive; but no, she is dead.

Day dreamers despair, a poet of pain.
Her beauty so fair with poise so tame.
What will become of tomorrow?
As I sit, my soul floods; drowning in sorrow.

Could we be at the end of all time?
Or is this merely a grief-stricken rhyme?
Maybe both?

Time, Humanity, Eternity
Essence, Nobility, Destiny

Tick-tock, the heart of the clock
Recorded in the annals of time.
The conviction of humanity
Creativity of thought.
The essence of life to define.

Whether our essence be sweet or sour
Is determined by our actions within every hour.
For time and eternity shall come together someday
Where there will be heaven to gain
Or hell to pay!

Folding Destiny's Hand

Chose not to be Queen of England,
But instead to be Queen of Hearts.
Dealt a royal flush of Destiny,
But folded before she could start.

She laid down her hand
And gave up her life.
Though she could stand
The pressure and strife.

A queen to be
Or to be not
Was the question;
Now only an after-thought.