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Mark Fuller
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Mark Edward Fuller (1956), was born in Britain but has spent most of his life in Amsterdam. He fell in love with the city at first sight on a dismal winter’s day.
“I found the freedom to be myself in Amsterdam, a feeling that has never left me in almost 40 years of living here. It determined my career as a journalist and my role as a father.”
Fuller describes his poems as “quirky and political." He loves the music and rhythm of rhyme as well as the battle to bring truth to the page.
"Poetry sustains the brain and the heart.”
Mother-In-Law
Part I
Hoary jokes about the Mother-in-law
Still make people laugh in the pub
While male…
A Vision
A Vision A talented young poet
Rolls out her words -
Wave after wave -
Over a cold Capitol Hill …
Don’t Pity Me
Don’t Pity Me Don’t pity me
With my chronic
disease. But pity those
who only have
rags for…
Power Failure
Power Failure Democracy hasn’t been a big success.
Since Athens empowered the demos
Its role has been…
Three Words: I Love You
Three Words: I Love You These three words are all we’ve got
To convey the force of love.
No matter which…
Autumn Mortality
Autumn Mortality Autumn is the time of the dying leaf
I watch one waft gracefully
down to the surface of a…
I’m Your Favourite Dish, Taste Me
Your Favourite Dish Go on, taste me!
The flavour of my skin
Let my body’s heady scent
Rise from deep…
Planet Boris
Planet Boris Deep in outer space
There’s a very strange place
They call Planet Boris
Its ruler,…
My Whirring Brain
My Whirring Brain Wouldn’t it be disconcerting
If we could hear the brain whirring
Under the strain of its…
A Bird’s Eye View
A Bird's Eye View The birds have got it wrong
Marking the start of spring
In the middle of winter
With…
Ode to The Bed
Ode to The Bed In bed is a great place to be
listening to the sound of rain
on the windowpane or the…
Remembering a Rock & Roll Suicide
Rock & Roll Suicide At last, he took flight
In the summer sunlight
From the roof of the Hilton Hotel.…
Mountain Snapshot
Snapshot On the top edge of my iPad
a mountain sits in monumental stillness,
as if motion was frozen at…
Should Not the Actuaries Say…
What If...
What if actuaries would say:
There’s no time to delay
Doing what you should do
In the time…
A Colourless Mind
A Colourless Mind Your hair is blond
your skin is white
your blood is red
your oriental eyes
suck in the…