Mystery Poems
The Greatest Mystery
by Richard Randolph
The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
we often don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
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A Basket Case
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best,
As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests.
My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving,
As gold days seem to go red, from our sun's endless cruising!
I loved my work a great deal, for I had an inquisitive mind,
As birdwatchers revel in vivid days, admiring each new find.
I was often quite busy, but rarely took extensive time off,
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Noctuary
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The absolute reign of night lasts forever
And throbs from wet drums within lengthen its royal reign.
Constellations stud the lashes with midnight views;
Salutations from the owls’ wing-flaps welcome the
Sponge web of the womb of this hour
And the sable-garmented, freezing, old, festered
December day lives on.
Arrangements of coloured words without voice begins.
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Paws and whiskers.
by kiki .
my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.
my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers
whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core
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Like Night and Day
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Darkness
Peaceful, mysterious
Sparkling, dreaming, soothing
Luster, glow, brilliance, colors,
Warming, nurturing, dazzling
Abundant, precious
Light
Blue Rose
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Take this rose
And pin it to yr lapel
To say you accept my love
And I will reveal who I am
Hoping you understand
A Paradox once asks to me
by Amey Dalvi
A Paradox once asks to me,
what might love seek out to be,
were he a sensation of inescapable ecstasy erupting in radical hearts,
were he a person where eyes seem to halt and sorrows seem to part ?
the Paradox spewing it's taste, glares at me and,
asks to me,
"Then what shall I make love to be ? "...
.
I swallowed a breath and called to him,
Let love be what the romantics dream,
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"A book with no beginning."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Battling each other- black and white,
which stone placed where,
who- is never a part of the equation,
that last pebble and end to the game.
As is how the world is,
but watched through a pair of rainbow glass,
the black of the dying trees- green and glowing,
cracks of the beating heart- red and pulsating,
a rhythm hidden in the ripples,
the grey spreading gradually- painted in blue.
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"The door that never opens."
by Dylan Wu Rong
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
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How Time Has Gone
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My, how wamburdsly vett skitterelees
yammer in modduskwom, sutty slivers,
every pop muddleskiddly of red-orange,
in zakrum, zezzledop, vixaddamoth blur!
To see maxfluppinnes' purpled zizum,
at tillaradoom jazzowdline's tyll sass;
in pithy, murldizzily, gibborton ullius,
of dizzledop, rose, klixmuth contrast!
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