Mystery Trust Poems

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Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would...

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O great door,
Your suede mist has called me here, 
It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me,
The burnt ash of your bones shows your...

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Written 14  October For:
No. 1249 New Poetry Only Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 

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No mistakes..

A mistake is a

Story of judgement

With that distance

A judgement demands..

Departure of the

Illusory distance

Removes the

Mistake......

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Soul Fingerprints

By Mark Stucky
From the midst of multitudes,
elusive, unique fingerprints
identify individuals
as owners of their surface smudges.

Beyond their barely discernable
two-dimensions on smooth surfaces,
memories of casual causal...

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Right foot snaps in place ushering a new perspective, 
tremor within the ankle. 
This electric energy drives up the knee, 
the unknown. 
Piercing eyes has...

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You hope that university will answer all of life’s questions, but nope.

I don’t know, 1.
There was a guy who’d been hanging around outside our residence...

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Granted, the Bread of Life's discourse 
in John 6 is mysteriously vague...
Yet, joyfully accepting Him at His Word, 
with open hands-- I still beg! :)...

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If by chance I could relive my life
I will make more mistakes 
will relax and be more sillier
Prasing every second of my life 
than what...

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"The Collaboration Trust"

trust is required
like deposits 
of gold

intuition guides
us faithfully home
belief is the collaboration

of one heart
trusting 
the other

to turn up 
The Frequency
channels 

The Collaboration Trust
one...

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Like others I have weaknesses,
That make me less than perfect.
Things I don't want spread abroad,
Lest they leave me suspect.

Some people trust their neighbors,
Way more than...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart...

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Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would...

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I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.

I lived in the seas of thousands, 
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that...

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