Write Social Poems

Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?

As if in Oz 
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham

For I request 
A feature...

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In chalk-dust classrooms, minds alight,
She sows the seeds of endless flight,
A teacher's touch, a gentle hand,
Empowering futures, taking a stand.

He walks the streets where shadows...

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(Canyonlands NP, 2014)

Leaving Marks

I guess I want to
Otherwise why write, talk and paint so much?

But I know any mark I leave
Will be temporary at best
And...

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Words in the Wind

By Mark D. Stucky
Winds carried away the words
that Jesus, the Word made flesh,
wrote in the dust,
while sitting near a trembling woman,
who was...

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Should Americans become afraid to write about the CCP on social media sites
or by other means of writing?  Currently the CCP has claimed: ...

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What Is Happening?

Yes, the little Genie asked
What is happening?
Children aren’t being taught
To tell time,
They can’t look at the clock and
Know whether it’s one o’clock
Or it’s...

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#And The Question Begs...

HOW TIRED AM I?

GIVING IN FASHION THAT ONE CAN BARELY MUSTER PASSION {FOR MYSELF LATELY} BECAUSE...FEELING...
TOO DAMN TIRED...
TOO DAMN DRAINED...
TOO DAMN PAINED...
"WHERE'S...

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Alone in this world
Alone in this society
Alone in love
Alone in life
Alone in fatherhood
Alone in my time of need
Nobody to help me
Nobody to care about what...

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SOCIAL MEDIA
I don’t know much about social media
I need help from an encyclopaedia
Social media has its place
I would rather talk face to face
Although, I do...

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Created from society

Controlled substance of what we should be.

Don't do that. 

Be bright not flat. 

You're this you're that. 

Close your eyes don't think to...

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Questionable
                  But
Naked truth,  
Writting is
                       a     good carrier 
When a writer
                              is  
                                   not bought by 
Some business 
                                     people and continue 
To be neutral...

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Me again:
Blue parrots screech hawkers off the streets
Where rats and mobile devices scream
Insults into the ears of the sewars.
Whiskers and teardrops and plops of fun
Which...

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Caressing the air, they floated down from heaven's source as uncountable shimmering crystalline flakes of snow.
With each divine flake that settled on my head, they...

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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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War cared not who might get hurt or trampled in the fray.
Its only thought, its only quest and goal, the battle on the way.
War engaged...

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