Mystery Poems
Enigmatic Me
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.
From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows its way,
Like a winter unfailingly melts into spring, chasing the fading blues away.
In recollection, I'd say I was happy-still, life seemed devoid of excitement,
Like the excitement of rare, purple blooms, appearing with no enticement.
I followed the same dull routine each day, and it was all quite predictable,
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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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Things Hard to Understand
by Richard Randolph
A love letter no one reads,
a strange man no one needs,
a seed dropped upon the sand,
a starving child in a barren land--
Why trees reach toward the sky,
and grown men forget how to cry,
why a bird sings to its mate,
though she's gone and it's too late--
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Very Pur-plexing
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color,
Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller.
Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned into a career,
Like the splashy sunset evenings, when blue stars magically appear.
I had sold many of my artworks, and had also held some exhibitions,
People admired my use of colors, its liberal use, with few inhibitions.
My mother was a prominent artist, and I'd followed in her footsteps,
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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,
......
"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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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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