Mark Turns
White Hall, Ohio, USA
Mark TurnsWhite Hall, Ohio, USA |
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Mark Turns was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio. He started writing for enjoyment in early January 1978. He started writing poetry in 1982. Mark self-Published his first two Poetry books titled: "Love, Images-Motional Glass" and "Mirror, Moods and Fingers." Mark has other titles pending publication. Mark has attended Columbus State Community College from 1985-1996 and 1993-1995. Mark works as an Account Clerk at a support enforcement agency in Columbus, Ohio. In addition, Mark was nominated and selected for the 1996/1997 Silver Edition of Who's Who in the MidWest. |
Love, Images-Motional GlassAre you in love? The sea? Musclecar? a child of the 60's?Life experience applied to life - I can feel you move...I want to reach deep inside you everything you feel and trust. Don't be afraid to look Love, Images-Motional Glass is just for your taking by the hand. Feel, move-touch. |
WindsRomance appeared out ofnowhere is a beach awaken on sands...September winds Dusk has fallen, finding myself talking to you My hand in your hair shells tell time Being close to you far away Marriage is love always my dream September. |
BraceletThe bracelet is a precious part.I give her all my love...from my palms..my feet Her love is a bracelet Autumn flowers to her side is a precious part of me being here. |
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Summer Wisdom1964, 65 and 66 was Spring raindropsso mistry--beautiful 67-free in Monterey 68 and 69 is Summer, thus 1968 starting warmer color. 1970 carry 71 and 72 as Fall and joy overcast, to sit and wonder 1973 is Winter sun thus warmth - 1974 being Summer speaking to 1969 for acceptance Summer past I remember towards silence, when I speak time from wisdom follows my first love. |
MontereyMonterey meant so much.I laid, I drove disappeared to a distance No scars is a peace sign I gave to my fellow man hearing it through strings-to forgive my outcast. |
Love And FreeBreaking away from my hand andrunning into the sun Turning my back promising not to cry walking past sands-shells are bottled pearls to remember...My hand I always have |
All poems Copyright © 1997 Mark Turns. All rights reserved.