Purgatorial Poems - Poems about Purgatorial

... 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, please s......

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...As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpu......

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...I try to act like I don’t care, but deep inside I cry, Under the mask I wear, love makes me feel so ugly, and I don’t know why. An entire life I lived, unwanted by those I have given my heart, Liv......

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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 she......

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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. ......

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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 n......

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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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...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 moonstone -- As requested by my......

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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 and plain ......

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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 sound Nor earthly remains of a thous......

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...PURGATORIAL JUXTAPOSITION… My hate and anger have become juxtaposed, positive states of mind and likewise emotions: I hate the daily injustice that’s being exposed; and am angry at so much......

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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 hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life Noting al......

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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 each one and gain the next outside to taste its succulence, the f......

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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 cold as moons.. who rests in wire cradles, who's angels......

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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 madly deeply, They saw to that,......

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