Long Rewrites Poems

Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics,
wheels spinning stories across threshold stones.
Breakfast...

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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 an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams,
seeking the hidden story in the silence between the lines, where words were never written,
I try to fill the gaps with the...

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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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(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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In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become
A parchment of your essence, engraved in eternal silence,
To blossom into birds and bees that rise towards the light,
To forget decency in the magic of oblivion,...

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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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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night,
We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path,
But love is...

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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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When I set out to write a love poem,
I imagine you as the crack before thunder
finds its voice, your breath
breaking the laws of gravity between us.

You are no angel—
but something that makes clocks forget
their purpose,...

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