Best Purgatorial Poems

PURGATORIAL JUXTAPOSITION…  
   
My hate and anger have become juxtaposed,
positive states of mind and likewise emotions:
I hate the daily injustice that’s being...

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Purgatorial Perceptions

By Mark D. Stucky
In the basement, I heard fluttering sounds
coming from inside the old chimney.
Cautiously opening the clean-out trap,
I came nose-to-beak with a panicked...

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When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.
The inscription is illegible, but that matters not to me.
At this centuries-old grave I place flowers and...

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They are silently screaming under the canopy
Of the hundreds of branches breathing aloud
Baying for the sky, the sea of trees
Beneath their veil lingers not a...

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where is he now?
the poor kid
they chased around
the playgrounds
just to see his shoes
flopping in and out
half off his bare feet.

Where are they now?
the poor girls
disheveled...

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On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why...

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Whitewashed sterile walls enclose,

Cluttered fixtures and cluttered egos,

Layed to waste on the purgatorial carpet,

After the august ersatz banquet.

 

Yet sporadically in bouts of joy,

Benevolent souls...

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I was ripped out of my mother's womb by caesarian,
Punished for years in purgatorial syatem schools,
Abused in a paedophilic cult until I was seventeen,
fell truly...

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Winter’s High Noon Tease

Shinning in regal glory,
the heat of the sun was cooled down
by misty winds sneaking through
and passing around
outstretched arms
of naked winter trees—leaves gone...

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First, it is our task
to find out where we are,
and that is after we discover
we are bubble men,  and frantic
at the moment to escape...

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I speak of the desolate
of an ending where there is no God,
or beacon or harbor.

of the pure and deserted
who sit mute and stare
at lights as...

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Dumpster-Diving Deity

By Mark D. Stucky
Dirty, broken, and forgotten,
discarded as worthless junk
at garage sales and trash collections,
were treasures I have rescued.
Where others saw rubbish,
the eye of...

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Gloria in Eggshellsis

By Mark Stucky
Will my shell crack open
from external stresses?
Will my soul ooze out to sizzle over fire.

Will my soul simply rot inside my...

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Faith Bird

By Mark D. Stucky

 “Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” -- Rabindranath Tagore


Faith bird,...

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