Best Mysteries Poems
Divinity lives beyond description
Alone, a weary heart cries from its pain
Desire eager for its conscription
Might truth and love turn this way again?
Sweet mysteries, this life, in dreams of thee
Yield fantasy's passion I dare to share
Walk from this muse, I pray to live in me
Conceding this, my love, unto your care
On lifeless shadows, cast your glowing light
Bring a blessed presence to this peace I seek
Rest too this solemn shade, this endless night
With angelic verse, but you could only speak
For seeking dreams to dream from up above
I cast my will and fate to seek your love
Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
(free verse)
On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain,
why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay
and the beat goes on
daily turmoil and sadden goodbyes
nightly terrors, old broken toys
vacancies of illuminations
dark echoes that reveal
dismissal of kindness
and the beat goes on
In a dying feast,
why does each bite so bitter taste
broken spoon grinds upon aging teeth
table shakes its rotten legs
hope waves its retreat
tomorrow yearns to die
tomorrow, at own yearning, dies
hope, so foolish, is scorned
legs decay under table fallen
broken teeth curse aged spoon
even bitter can no longer be bitten
feast on death, never aught else
yet the heat is gone
kindness, as it were, no longer
concealed in devious light
where illuminations are filled
with days terrors, child returns
to greet anew the nightmare revived
yet the heat is gone
here, in our way, stones, jagged, perpetual
feet, mortifyingly quiet on jagged stone
A Collaboration, by Robert J. Lindley
and Lawrence Sharp
7-02-2020, free verse
Note: It has again been a blessing and great
pleasure for me to compose with my great friend,
Lawrence Sharp. I am grateful for such a
wonderful gift and the immense poetic talents
of my very kind writing partner. His verses
brought such wonderful depths and a very fine
added dimension to this new collaborative creation.
steps amid
the colors. . .
autumn mysteries
Life will always be full of mysteries
If you are an inquisitive person
Forever searching for information
Everything referring to life and death
Science, history and biology
Murder, mayhem, magic, music and myth
You, me, them, those and other mysteries
Sun, moon, stars, satellites, sputniks and space
Typhoons, tornados, thunder and lightning
Everything in nature a mystery
Reptiles, roos, dinosaurs, fish, insects
Indigenous *****sapiens all
Evolution, religion and culture
Spectacles (Oh dear, I cannot find mine)
”How do you see beauty?”, God asked me.
Then, taking my heart, he led me with his grace
To the dearest of it’s mystery.
Spill some wine on this white cloth
So impeccable, too perfect
A painter's canvas, begging
Drippings of red, crimson stains
Vintage patterns seeping
Rose petal brushstrokes beckon
Fingers dip into warm, slippery
Strokes on virgin dust
Drawings, slowly becoming
Outlines of a past conceived
Figurines learning the creative curve of
Life’s mysteries blotted in endless possibilities
***
May 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and Chris Green
Each trace of life is clothed in mystery,
But sense of wonder’s often numbed by pride
In man’s achievements throughout history
And daily blessings are soon left aside.
The age of wonderment surrounds us still;
Celestial contemplation will reveal
Such mysteries which cannot help but thrill
And cause the humbled soul,in awe, to kneel.
A tiny mass of cells picks up its pace;
Eyes, ears, nose heart are marvellously styled
Distinctive fingerprints are soon in place ;
Two lives united form a new-born child.
With open eyes and hearts we’ll understand
That miracles and life walk hand in hand.
26/09/18
'beautiful mystery contest' : sponsored by John Hamilton
stoic sentinel of bygone tales ~ mute earth conceals ancient secrets
Lessons taught on whispered song, played before we see
In the moments we now yearn, standing on the path
Found within to tag along, brought of echoed plea
Every corner, every turn, every aftermath
Signs appear as questions ask, what does this all mean
Mingling in a grand display, picture window’s glare
Yet the never ending task, smudges clear and clean
Sends our spirits on their way, hoping but to share
Till the time when all do meet, in a crowded place
Schedules fill the vast expanse, banners hanging high
Revel in this world so sweet, smiles upon our face
In your mind now take a chance, as it passes by
Everything you long to know, all that you desire
Soon before your eyes will show, mysteries inspire
12/14/20
Written for the Lifes Mysteries Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Sometimes I wonder about nature’s mysteries…
how there is so much I can’t explain?
Like why the sand dunes can be heard to sing
or how flowers anticipate the rain.
Like how the sun rises to greet the day
and how at night it bids adieu.
Like how there is a rhythm to the waves
or how the sky epitomizes blue.
Like how a stream can talk to you.
Like how dew drops nestle in the grasses.
Like how clouds can change right before our eyes
or how leaves shiver as a cool breeze passes.
Like how life can flourish in the most unlikely places.
Like how the ocean can be so wide.
Like the boisterous sound of crows in flight
or the silence of a pelican’s glide.
Like the sheer force of thunder and lightning
as they announce a summer squall.
Like how a rainbow stretches across the sky.
Like the the wonder of a waterfall…
But then again when I stop to think about it
I don’t really want to know
what makes the flowers smile
what makes the cool winds blow
because as I look around me…
as out on nature my eyes gaze
I don’t want to know her secrets….
I prefer to be amazed.
Many Are The Mysteries
I've loved and lost at life before
I've lived and lost at love.
So many are the mysteries
below so far above.
Many things we long for
still are worth the wait.
Hating things we love sometimes
and loving what we hate.
Dreams we sometime choose to dream
like promises we keep.
Praying should the dream come true
it's not while still we sleep.
Running fast to get things done
unseen mountains we must climb.
Only to find that when we're done
we long ago ran out of time.
Still we struggle day by day
through darkness of the night.
Stealing time sometimes we pray
tomorrow, we get it right.
Lifting faces to the sky
we find it feels like rain.
As teardrops gently touch our skin
from some forgotten pain.
Then we find we made it through
what we can take no longer.
Better for the pain we knew
for it has made us stronger.
Edwin C Hofert
Note: I am very pleased to have collaborated with Robert Lindley on several occasions in the past. Today, I have the pleasure of doing so again.
Robert, as always, thank you no end for the fellowship and inspiration.
Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain,
why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay
and the beat goes on
daily turmoil and sadden goodbyes
nightly terrors, old broken toys
vacancies of illuminations
dark echoes that reveal
dismissal of kindness
and the beat goes on
In a dying feast,
why does each bite so bitter taste
broken spoon grinds upon aging teeth
table shakes its rotten legs
hope waves its retreat
tomorrow yearns to die
tomorrow, at own yearning, dies
hope, so foolish, is scorned
legs decay under table fallen
broken teeth curse aged spoon
even bitter can no longer be bitten
feast on death, never aught else
yet the heat is gone
kindness, as it were, no longer
concealed in devious light
where illuminations are filled
with days terrors, child returns
to greet anew the nightmare revived
yet the heat is gone
here, in our way, stones, jagged, perpetual
feet, mortifyingly quiet on jagged stone
2nd July 2020
Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret
Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals of blossoming flowers, unfolded.
As sketched by nature, the shapes of plants and trees are moulded.
Midway through the brawl for existence, the fittest survive.
From Mother Earth, life-giving nectar, all creatures derive
Do trees pay tax as per their heights, and do beasts as per strength?
Which creature has measured the forest's height, breadth, width, and depth?
What serenity between drops of the flowing fountain!
Isn't there a transmission of peace between each mountain?
The food cycle and water cycle roll like the planets.
Prey and predator eye each other in forage facets.
Owls, bats, hawks, frogmouths, and nightjars share nocturnal secrets.
Some feed others. Some feed on others. There are ruts, no riots.
The gentle breeze soothes the soul, though the gales disturb
Love lives long, between the strongest tree and the weakest herb.
Doors of forests, yet, like puzzle-filled caves, are numerous
Amidst sunshine, unknown nooks in it are voluminous
Deeper my search party dives
those soul seekers for my life
the deeper they sink the more I find
some of it is surprising some of it I do not like
but each time they come up for air and supplies
I am one search closer to the end of all my mysteries in life
It was FBI Agents, JonBenet Ramsey and Amelia Earhart,
Who almost blew the JKF assassination conspiracy apart.
It was when they were sort after; the lover’s decided to spit,
Amelia Earhart went to Peru and JonBenet Ramsey to Egypt.
Amelia Earhart attempted to get a message to him with huge drawings which was a
pain,
As one looked like a monkey blowing a jet fighter plane.
The CIA said if she came in, she would have immunity in exchange,
But it was too late as she was taken by aliens by landing site called Stonehenge.
JonBenet Ramsey was declared missing in Egypt, after being captured in a photo shoot,
He was last on a pyramid which the Gods used to squeeze their grapefruit.