Best Mistery Poems
2nd try of a haiku in my life time still not 7/5/7 :
life plays a trick on me
it looks like a conspiracy
and still .. death remains a mistery
Your skin is a far away mystery.
Between our eyes distant longing
As time,
That un-crossable dessert of scorching hours,
Speaks your tongue to my mouth
The oasis of my souls pilgrim journey home
.
September Sky’s,New England highway
Ends bluest when remembering.
Clouds of untouchable nearness
Appear in some coffee shop window
Somewhere sky’s.. away…,no longer blue.
You find my mouths thirst with rain.
As want and need fill ,and flow ,trickling down….above,
That shimmering drawn stretch of arching bow
Your spine…..
And,,, i
lost . The puppy of your heart,,, stare
Out windows at your desending shadow
Dreaming a far dream
All dinosaurs died
mystery never solved
only footprints shown
On a clear crisp morning
All was quiet and still
Suddenly without warning
A scream that will make you ill
The house lit up like Blackpool
And all around was concerned
People running like crazy fools
To where screams were heard
It was the master of the house
As dead as a winters leaf
Everyone started to crowd
All was in disbelief
A knife pushed into his back
But who wanted him deceased?
What was the motive of the attack?
With whom did he disagree?
Was it his unfaithful wife?
Or the butler that she loved?
The maid had access to knives
And his son was wearing gloves
A very stern person was he
Constantly ranting and growl
Could have been anybody
Who knows that angry frown
One window was broke inside
So someone without a key
The gardner was out of sight
So could it be he?
"Call the police" was a cry aloud
"Let them work it out instead"
Who is it? they have to be found
Before we find another dead
A hollow bang echoed aloud
The grim looking butler answered
"The police are here" was the shout
"Hello hello hello what have I heard?"
"He's dead" the wife cried
Taking out his magnifying glass
He drew his chalk line
Reassuring them we'll solve this fast
He examined all occupants
While scratching his head
The wife and main servant
Were together in bed
The gardener was on holiday
Traveling over the moor
The maid was getting changed
With the son peeping through the door
Taking a closer look he realised
It was his own hunting knife
His boots weren't properly tied
He fell and took his own life
A case of accidental suicide
What about the broken window?
I hear you simply ask
It happened during the fall
His hand was full of glass
With that he packed his tools
"My job here is complete"
Mistaking them all as fools
Because it's hard to believe
As ths police arrived very quick
Also He was alone
His methods were too slick
Covering tracks of his own
I'll let you decide if you think
he's the guilty one in the home
Science thus submerge
temples oceans atlantis
secret narratives
Mister to mistress, down from helm
Read that face, the –ess before
Perhaps a freedom, attached for them
Elevated men form, -ess borrowed for
Names so matter, from less we borrow
So men do settle, in numbers precedent
Security in titles, scares for women
Alone no stand, woe- we borrow
Titles for men, we wonder for women
Gender still a quiz, across the sphere
Woewii! Our wail, campaign for Wopresident
On the way we go, down the helm
For the societal role, for me affixed
Leaf my name, to lead adds sir
Last on the coffin, I hit and hit
And hit to sound, the bottoms unseen
Men and women, all I urge sing freedom
Elevate every seldom, all grass just green
poetry translates per se
mystery dressed by words...
Poet's poetry
reveals, occults mystery
only God knows how
we can never affirm;"God is dead,"!because he was truly never born...
PS disagreeing with Nietzsche
All life,
is a mystery,
from the cradle
to the cemetery...!
If that is a problem
in life, that's why
on a higher celestial plane
the unraveled,
The elevation justifies...
Is our relentless pursuit
living life after life...!
Our supreme lesson to learn !
In virgin forest
there are...
Scary silence,
endless voids,
relentless density...
quiet beasts alone,
wild beasts on the prowl...
Visible impossibilities,
extreme absences... and me
no birds on the shoulders,
hunter of me...!
It's so weird to be nostalgic
of what we never had in our lives
of what we don't have, and we won't have
undisclosed mistery
Strange is this life,
Strange this living;
Yet men do strife,
Quarrel and sing.
Within moment
These men can die;
Yet for this life
They cry and sigh.
Life is so short,
Death is so long!
Yet men insane
To hear life's song.
What's true on earth-
Death or this life?
If life gets lost,
Why this mad strife?
We came,
we saw,
where are we going!
Plus deeply obscure
mysterious human mind...!
ethereal imaginary