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Best Poems Written by Mark Stubbs

Below are the all-time best Mark Stubbs poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Ode to Pot Holes


Oh gaping chasm of misfortune
A sign of council extortion?
Roads not fit for purpose
Driving makes us nervous
Neglect of civil responsibility
The cause of such hostility
Oh pot hole why so terrible
Our roads are just unbearable
What future for these holes?
Maybe roadside fishbowls?
My rage is like a rabid wolverine
I shall write today to the queen 
Dear Queen Camilla Parker Bowls
Please send folks to mend our holes

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Love is like bubblegum

Love is like bubblegum fresh at the start
Zesty and fruity, like adrenaline to the heart
Mouthwatering anticipation of bubbles to come
Time spent together it's outstanding fun
Next comes the bubbles it's fun but it's messy
Lots of puffing and blowing, a little bit fleshy
Normally next, things just get chucked away
It was nice when it lasted but the gums had its day
But in just a few cases, the bubbles are special 
The effort for chewing remains well worth the wrestle
And when the bubblegum is all but gone
You are left together with a special someone.

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If only

I hated all those lessons and rules 
Playing sports in the cold and the rain
Exams, tests and essays in schools
l won’t need this stuff in my brain
It’s a waste of my time, it's just lame.

I am leaving school in just one week
No more boredom and tectonic plates
A good job, with some training I seek
Will I miss going to school with my mates
I wonder now what my future awaits

An interview can be a terrifying thing
He said, “Why not a single GCSE?”
“To this role, what do you bring?!”
Five years, I had nothing to please
Seven interviews and now, great unease.

Starting work at eight in the morning
Not what I imagined it would be.
Mucking out sheds, won't be that boring
I look back now, and my errors I see
Will my mates have careers, unlike me?

Now I do the same things every day
I miss school, and my mates, I’m sad
In the cold and the rain, I now dismay
and think of the opportunities that I had
To waste all that time… “was I mad?!”

If only I'd concentrated on school
Had fun, but tried when it mattered 
If only I could have followed their rule.
All that knowledge I could have gathered
My dreams and future are they shattered?

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A good life

Our lives are long, and the journeys not set

Each step, each moment, without life's regret?

In moments of weakness our choices must be

Well considered, well judged, without guarantee?

In times of great hardship hearts must reflect

Loves heartbreak, loves lost, without disrespect? 

In our most joyous times we all must rejoice

Good times,  good people, without a strong voice?

In the time of our dotage, our message to all

Be helpful, be watchful, embracing  nightfall. 

In the time of our Lord, forgiveness without price.

Love of man, love of scripture, without sacrifice?

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Is it my time

The window holds no joy anymore
There's no need for knocks on my door
My time, my hesitation subsides
Life's true mystery, no longer hides

My bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I miss lay

My thoughts dull, my memories fog
I reach for them, so tired of the slog
Each day, each hour one and the same 
I'm not bitter as I am glad I came

But my bed is my jail, my cage today
My reason to be, I mislay

So is it my time? My call to above
Will God send my key with a dove
Releasing my body from my soul
To begin my rise, my final stroll

I left my bed no jail, no cage today
For those left behind now, I love and pray.

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What is a soul?

Dad where is your soul?
Is it important, what's its role?
I keep reading of heart and soul
What part of me does it control?

Sweetheart it's hard to explain
It's not physical not like your brain 
It is like a locker you have to maintain
Things about you, it would contain

Dad this locker, are you sure it's real?
Is it like sadness something you feel?
In my book, it said a soul could heal
I'm so confused, help me, I appeal

Sweetheart it's not easy to see.
Let's say your locker has a key
The key you share with God and he,
Can see goodness, your life decree

Dad my soul is it a religious thing
Everyone has one from here to Beijing 
Muslim, Christian, pauper or king 
It seems more than religion can bring

Sweetheart your "soul locker" is divine
For all those who believe we can shine
To see what we are, our emotional spine 
Your God has the key to your inner shrine

Dad, now I see my souls true intent
My legacy, morals what I represent
I can let in religion, with my consent
My soul is the true me, that I present

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A homily of homophones


Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose
Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose
A brief time together as by seven I've left
Out to the garden, the street and then left
Along cobbled paths where the dogs bark
To work as the foreman, my order to bark
The abattoir workers tirelessly cut up the meat
Despite the condition, smiling at all they meet. 
Chopping and cutting up every small piece
Awaiting a break for a rest and some peace. 
A cup of water then back  plucking the fowl
Some people can't hack the smell is so foul. 
At six the work ends and the whistle is blew
We wash up our hands they are black and blue
Home via The Dragon for a jug of the best ale,
Men's medicine, a cure-all for what they all ail.
Back home to Rose, my drink she would pour
A simple life, you make the best if your poor
We huddle together watching the embers in the grate. 
We make thanks for our lot, and what makes England great.

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Broken Feeling


My feelings are broken, I'm not sure that they work.

I try to act normal, so I shrug and I smirk

No emotions come out like the other kids do

Its a kind of numbness that I'm going through. 

They tell me that I'm special and other nice things

They don't get the attention that, "not feeling" brings. 

Telling people what's inside, is harder than it looks

Reaching out for answers from the internet and books

So here is what I've learned, and how I started feeling

Admitting help is needed, is like reaching for the ceiling

I found someone to talk to, who  listened and understood

They help me look for happiness, and show it, when I could

Embarrassing turned to embracing, of just "Who I am."

I am a "work in progress", but I now know that I can!

I can talk to other people, start to be more proud of me

I don't need the reassurance, of what these other people see.

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In my dark room

In the dark shadow is where they wait

I can see them and hear them, up very late

The sound of the tick tock drums in my head

As I hide under the sheets of my cosy warm bed

What is it? I wonder, that creeps and crawls 

Making creeks in my wardrobe and in the floors

It's scared of the light as it goes when their on

And it hates adults, if they're here it's just gone!

It never shows itself or appears during the day

Or when I play music, dance or I  play

It's never hurt me and I have been here for years

So I wonder why it causes me all of these fears

If I close my eyes in the middle of the day

It makes all the light disappear straight away

That's not scary so I can't figure out why

The darkness at bedtime can make me cry 

So I have decided its me and a thing when I'm tired

With a little nice music I hear nothing undesired 

So I still don't like it when it is dark in my room

I am brave now and know I will be asleep soon.

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What is religion?

Dad what is religion, it so confuses me
I know about church is that all it can be?
I sing the songs and listen to stuff
But watching the tele this isn't enough

Sweatheart it's another one of those things
Steeped in tradition with all that brings
We must remember, there are many beliefs
From Buddhists to Islam,  Jewish and Sheikhs 

Dad why if they're good, why do they fight
I see it in history they all think their right
How can killing be good, surely that's wrong
Bombs and murders how can this belong

Sweatheart it's not easy, emotions run high
Maybe they need to reset, ask themselves why
There is good in us all, that is for sure
Maybe we need to expect so much more

Dad so which God is the only true one?
The one true God from when time begun
It has to be wrong to have all this fighting
How can good cause all this evils igniting 

Sweatheart God is in each of our souls
Goodness and friendship must be our goals
Each religion has true love in its heart
Everyone must find it, before they depart

Dad I think I get it,  regardless of religion 
We need to see love and not just Division
Some extremists have forgotten this love 
They are in need of guidance from God above.