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Mark Hughes Poem
I looked out at America
from my porch the other day,
Unusual, it's appearance,
seems so different I would say.
Problems in abundance,
so many that I see,
but this was once America
a special place to be.
Remembering recent times
my thoughts I could convey,
flowed freely, not a worry,
of what I had to say.
Judgment's made of people,
and who they just might be,
a great man's words remind us,
more than color makes up me.
As people so divided
the politics at play,
E Pluribus Unum
a motto we betray.
Attacks from the left,
reactions on the right,
these political old cronies
wage a never ending fight.
Opinions, such a chasm,
of who that we should be,
a country this divided,
can never remain free.
It's time now for the many,
to answer, lest we fall,
to get back to united,
an "America" for us all!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2021
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Walking a thin wire
way up high above
whichever way you lean
you just might fall in love.
At times there's nothing better
the feelings are so great
mistakes do sometimes happen
when love has turned to hate.
It's hard for some to figure
why everything did change
but love is an enigma
and sometimes even strange.
So get back on the wire
better balanced than before
another chance at falling
for a love that will endure!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2025
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It was there
for the picking,
a velvet ruby red
long and slender swaying
in the comfort of it's bed.
Petals splayed precisely
an enticing grand display,
nature made perfection
quite impressive in bouquet.
It's time of year approaching
when given, just to say
I think of you as special
you're my valentine this day.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2025
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Breaking ground, well trodden path,
boiling cauldron of troubles past.
Injecting theories, humanities veins,
cryptic messages to dispatch.
Puzzling pieces, testing fit,
exploit emotions, effects are best.
Impel the masses, blind ignorance,
dismiss dissenters from public view,
construct the stories, elected few.
Orchestrate, a mind control,
obedient throngs, the unstated goal.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2023
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Mornings whispered hum
The bees, Rhododendron trees
Seeking nectar treats
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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Pierce my darkened sky
Illuminate brand new day
Sun do shine on me
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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Chipmunk scurries past
Today, acorns to bury
for winter comes fast.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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Mark Hughes Poem
Poor old cooter
with a limp pee shooter
Feeling no levity
his battle versus gravity
Doc says if you will
just pop this little pill
Life has returned to great
now that things are back to straight.
I hope this is not offensive to anyone!
Certainly not my intention.
Seeking humor in a man's misery.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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Mark Hughes Poem
There are many forms of scooping
and where scooping must be used.
There is scooping of the ice cream
a favorite scooping move.
The scooping up of water, to bail your leaky boat,
A gathering type of scooping we also often do.
Scooping up the children, when you have to get there fast,
scooping all the money from the poker pot, at last!
Not a favored form of scooping, is the poopings from your pet.
Scooping of the neck line, summer blouse, your Sunday best.
Scooping in the garden, little holes to plant within.
Sailors sails make use of scooping, to capture blowing wind.
Reporters scooping stories, to present it as in news,
but my favorite form of scooping,
is the kind I'll do with you!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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We waltz among moonlit clouds,
chiffon robes, a dreamy shroud.
Clasping hands we spin and twirl,
this sleepers haven, a perfect world.
Darkness lends to a soul's relief,
sparing hearts from the grief.
Trending fears of dawns new light,
shining pain upon the plight.
An evenings gift, at days long end,
a return to sleep, when we'll dance again!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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