Long Rewrites Poems

I watched “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” last night - we’re going to be reading Truman Capote’s book after the break and I wanted to start thinking about it. The movie rewrites Truman Capote’s story, turning it...

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"Every day is a page to write a new story". 
And I have rewritten us every day for the last 20 years
We break up…but we were never really together
We make up…how sweet it is ...but...

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The Red Chinese Communist leader has rewritten the Bible by declaring that Jesus Christ is also a sinner which is provocative blasphemy against Jesus Christ! In this account Jesus Christ tells the woman caught in...

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Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons,
He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the curve of your cheeks,
In the line of the smile that...

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A knight still shining...
Because that’s what we need;
Someone to admire... 
When the world’s on its knees.
So much is weighing...
On the shoulders of the story;
And everyone is watching,
For there own personal touch of glory...

Fight the good...

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You say you want a revolution?
                             ...

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He never lets me drown
When it feels like my heart and soul,
My story, might just burn down,
His mercy fills me up, makes me whole,
So I can see His crown – His love is all around.

He...

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With shaking hand I write in dimmed light
Strings of words robust burst and slip from my pen
With a grave heart I write
With a frail heart I forgive
It mimicks the sound of life
   ...

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In this world full of lies and illusions,
There's a power that constantly changes its face.
It never shows itself in the light of day,
But hides in the shadows of a corrupt system.
It chooses its puppets from...

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The whispered promise etched in ancient stone,
"Truth shall prevail," a seed divinely sown.
A beacon burning in the darkest night,
A guiding star, a testament to right.

We cling to it, a lifeline in the fray,
When shadows lengthen...

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(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous satire on how a modern media mentality would view the story of Christ’s Ascension.)


The Ascension (with Rewrites)

By Mark D. Stucky
Look!
Up in the sky!
Not a bird.
Certainly no plane.
It’s super...

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In the stillness of a dusk filled with eternal sighs,
I wander through the corridors of thoughts, where shadows whisper truths.
The tragic spirit emerges, a veil of somber reality,
That the world and life offer no satisfaction,...

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Poetry is a naturally simple speech
Poetry is a well-organized speech
It is the profound expression of the soul
The digital or verbal dialect of the heart
Poetry is a special piece of art
Poetry plays a major and vital...

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Regret is to feel sad, repentant, disappointed over something that has already happened, especially a loss or missed opportunity. See Regret is just another way for the darkness to cloud your future days. How can...

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A Lollipop Day

A swing stalls mid swings
kicked dirt strewed a ground
a swing seat goes empty
a boy whacks away at clung dirt
     ~~lawn trails a dusty path,

Blue jeans stand at attention
further treatment...

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If I’d picked up a snooker cue, when I picked up a pen;
and then gone on to build a break of eight or nine or ten.

If I had only listened more to those who understand;
who...

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When A Poet Feels A Break Is Needed

O at the times I swore to drop this pen,
rejoin the multitudes of normal men.
Those sleepless nights, this old writing hand ached,
from sweat and tears, true poet can...

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Salvation in an App Store?

By Mark D. Stucky
Google Maps won’t work
for the way I feel lost.
Is there a salvation app
I can install on my phone
to download redemption today
and upload my soul when I die?

Since there...

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deep in the woods where shadows creep,
where secrets lurk and willows weep,
a girl in rags with locks of gold
walked paths where none but ghosts grew old.

a house she found--quaint, warm, and neat,
with honeyed air and...

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My love since you are away
I visit you in my heart
I pull the image of your spirit from my soul
That way you are inside of me
That keeps me calm yet
In a serious sexy frenzy for...

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Juice Ex Machina

By Mark D. Stucky
When wine ran out at the wedding in Cana,
why did Mary request and expect Jesus
(who seemed slightly exasperated)
to act as an on-demand, divine liquor store?

Yet, gallons of fermented juice of...

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Tears fill our eyes these winter years;
our spring it seems was long ago...
we look ahead with deepened fears.
Tears fill our eyes these winter years
as days fly faster it appears...
not much more time for us to...

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It starts with a hum,
a thread unspooling through silence -
soft, sure, and annoyingly insistent,
like the world is whispering
secrets it’s dared me to misunderstand.

The first echo hits,
ricocheting off the walls,
and suddenly this isn’t just a room...

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Trauma
Drama
Pain....
another page in a chapter
In a book that rewrites itself
I should learn to leave that book 
upon the shelf
Or maybe I should burn it
And keep myself warm next to the fire
She said she loved me—
This...

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I think, and sometimes fear,
we have two ways, maybe more,
to read the four holy gospels,
and any sacred scripture,
and any regeneration/degeneration story
of creative tension,
win/win sweet spot future aspirations
midst win/lose historic raw spots
of past experience.

We can read...

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