April Psychological Poems

They invaded the neighbouring town by night,
Stripped it of its serenity before daylight,
They had been to the town before,
No one knew they would come for...

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No Longer Legion

By Mark D. Stucky
Demons departed
via possessed pigs,
down the dusty slope,
drowning under waves,
descending into the Abyss
from which they came.

Purged of evil spirits, 
my new...

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Whose Words?

By Mark Stucky
Hissing whispers in the garden
twisted the warning words of God.
A shadowy tempter in the wilderness
shouted enticements to the Word made flesh.

Twisted words...

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 What Would Jesus Tweet?

By Mark D. Stucky
What if Jesus joined
social media sites?
Would he ask people
to Friend and Follow him?
Would they then tweet,
“Oh, how I...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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On my own terms my life I walk brave,
setting the course on the pathway I pave.
Nameless probing people uncalled, I descry
break the fence of protected...

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      Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate 
    ...

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Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood, 
Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food;
Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains,
I...

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White dunes fluttering sands
in the heart delusional disappointments
in my world it was the edge of time
since you left in an april
this and everything on this...

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God created human beings in his likeness, 
We are, hence, filled with his great luminous brightness; 
Are we not, then, princes and princesses, in truth?
Why...

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With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal...

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surprised at letting someone 
through the backdoor of my life
not wanting it to work
in so many different ways

wanting the grief to continue
to carry on with...

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Madness comes in hues of crimson 
Bloody and black, breathing in the air
Of discontent and despair, dread
That fills the mind with a deafening roar
Of anger,...

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as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence

the voids the cracks
with everything she can

anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget

mindless chatter
most times sadly...

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she can’t give up
and needs to get beyond
just wanting to survive
she dreams of waking
from the nightmare
that has her captive
not knowing if and how
she’s longing to...

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