Spiritual Satire Poems

Earth Eulogy

By Mark D. Stucky
She was a good planet,
put to death in her prime
by a pandemic of people.
Homo-sapiens was a disease
with mutating and metastasizing
technological and...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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AT THE EDGE

Red velvet I step into the abyss
If I choose 
I see crystal clear at the edge 
Ancient cries of turmoil
Grips of control, men...

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I don't know that poetry
needs be anything but poetry,

while myself realizing
that definition greatly varies –

but I have seen acrobatic
words that flop like
wingless birds, 

and predictable...

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The 2023rd Psalm

By Mark Stucky
“Above the law” is our shepherd; he shall always want.

He maketh us to lie about the election; he leadeth us into...

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The Art of the Devilish Deal

By Mark D. Stucky
Did Trump sell his soul to the devil in 2016?
As his part of the deal, could he...

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I think after all grace fails – 
man not, in time, making it 
far enough out~ too late bails
to a fresh planet uninhabited,

much like ours...

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I am the link to the god all mighty 
The grand master of this world
Dollar marks and social security carts

I am the warrior of this...

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Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms...

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I have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead 

I hold my soul in...

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"...I don't know its name"

BUT! 

Someone once said we were slaves to Fashion   
I think they are right we feel sad depressed happy...

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It is a pity how people
Treat me down here
They say I am a sojourner
This is not my home

I laugh though in pity
Remembering it is no...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms...

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What tis' the work of man 
to leave a testament 
to his grand plans, 
the usurper of the throne 
eternal is, man!

The after image 
of...

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Mazar ka jo mein gadinasheen hota
To paisa kamanay me bara zaheen hota
Garmiyon mein AC sardiyon me heater
Koi paon dabata koi pani pilata
Koi apni larki ka...

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