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Mark Stubbs Poem
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
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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There is a moment every single year
Such a joyful one without a tear
The tree is up, the food purchased
Delivered present, friends embraced
With time taken out for those in need
Those family visits all now agreed
The moment comes without TV
It happens when nobody else can see
It's silent and peaceful open hearted
You've eaten sprouts, then you farted!
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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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.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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Theatre
Something happens I can't explain
It feels enclosed quite like a train
Within its wall you are truly set free
To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up
Childlike feelings, they fill your cup
Escaping, distracting the daily grind
You can leave your worries all behind
Rehearsing, sets and stage lights
The anticipation of opening nights
A team feeling for those not so sporty
Rare chance for adults to act naughty
A sense of purpose shared with all
Commitment, a time to stand up tall
Drama, thriller, it is always a farce
Mischief and tears, acting an ****
If you act with respect to all around
A home from home is easily found
In our theatres, dreams come true
This beautiful place is open to you.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2025
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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.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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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.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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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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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?
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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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.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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Anxiety they said "its one of those things".
Can affect anybody with the sadness it brings.
It's a crushing inside me, a numbness out.
It's hard to explain, I can't release my shout.
Frustration, loneliness, eyes looking at me.
I retreat to the shadows, behind lock and key.
But where is the medicine the pill or the cure.
The forcefield to protect me from life's allure.
People think I'm content, hid from life's grind
I am desperate to cut free from this my bind
Taking time out, it makes it harder to return.
Intensifying the questions, the eyes still burn.
The answer is in a moment, maybe just one
Sit on the doorstep once the day is done
Glance from the window or a garden chair
Each moment a victory setting back dispair.
Build on it, every moment is closer to your release
I wish you love, bravery and renewed inner peace.
Copyright © Mark Stubbs | Year Posted 2024
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