Best Enigmas Poems
Hidden within Precambrian rock
Lies "a tiny mystery"
A veiled secret in the dark
A puzzling piece of history
A radioactive photograph
A polonium halo possibly
Buried in a cryptic curtain
Its secret may elude us
But what's certain
Should we presume to solve this riddle
We'll be hurled back in the middle
Of more dilemmas or enigmas endlessly
Published in the 2012 International Who's Who in Poetry
As "A Tiny Mystery"
Now greets night's empty void the moon's pale light,
so cool and opaline it gives delight.
We watch you pass the distant western bar
where you find rest 'til dawn ignites with fire.
The bright and distant stars each know the way
of holding our eyes rapt to their display.
We view spellbound each rich, ethereal show.
Soon from the east the sun shines forth in flow.
Await dun nights with moon and stars a-flight.
Each legend's twinkling mysteries burn bright.
Though dawn and sun provide the warmth to grow,
the heart seeks twilight's enigmatic glow!
Dark Enigmas
4-20-16
I taste your enigmas
bitter—then sweet—
I unravel them with
wonder in my lips
as surety black
paradox puzzlement
brightens—opens—
birthing color.
Rowing on frozen waters.
Onwards to a new year.
Moments to share with.
Abandonned torments.
Nothing to regret for.
Commitments to start with.
Enigmas to be descovered.
Under the curtain of night, where stars murmur ancient enigmas,
Dwell the true metaphysicians, hidden among excess and hedonism,
Through the extension of senses, through the martyrdom of their desires,
They uncover our nothingness, the abyss camouflaged by life's ephemeral feast.
In the dance of shadows and light, among the whispers of forbidden dreams,
The hedonist sacrifices his soul on the altar of undying pleasure,
Through rituals of ecstasy and agony, he strips away the veil of reality,
Discovering an inner realm where darkness and light embrace and dance.
Through ironic laughter and the deep whispers of the night,
Their senses are open portals to unseen mysteries,
By martyring their senses, they open the gates to infinity,
Finding in the ephemerality of existence a chasm of hidden meanings.
Under the pale and enchanting moonlight, brimming with secrets,
They extend their vision beyond the conventional horizon, touching their own mystery,
Falling into the abysses of shadow, they discover the finite essence of each dream,
Echoes from the soul’s chasm, where nothingness shines like an unseen star.
In goblets of nectar and the hypnosis sung by fog's sirens,
They martyr their senses, revealing an unseen world,
In tears of pleasure and suffering, they embrace their transient death,
Finding in the fragility of each moment the axis of their universe.
The hedonist, in his sacred chaos, between destruction and creation,
Is the explorer of entwined darkness and light,
With each step through the abyss of senses, he reveals the beauty of nothingness,
For it is only through the martyrdom of our desires that we uncover the depth of existence.
Thus, under the mantle of night, we learn from the mysteries of the hedonist,
We stretch our senses toward the unknown, martyring desires,
For only then will we find the abyss hidden beneath each fleeting gleam,
And in the bittersweet melancholy of life, true magic will be unveiled,
Showing us that within our nothingness dwells infinity.