Best Mysterydark Poems
She come in ter the world as Mary Anne walker,
But Polly Anne Nichols she took as 'er name.
Frough cicumstance she were a mistress of the night,
And pleasuring the feller's was 'er game.
This pertic'lar evenin' Polly,she were skint
So she went out t' plie 'er trade,
Altho' the night, it were dark and creepy,
Still- there were money ter be made.
She met up wiv some gentlemen,reg'lars she knew.
They said "Polly it's nice ter see yer out,
But be careful darlin' it's a filf'y night
An' yer never know 'oo might be about.
She laffed and said "I can take care o' meself."
So they went and left 'er all alone.
Then she 'eard footsteps a stealf-like in the street,
An' saw somethin', made 'er shiver ter the bone.
It were dark an' thunderin',rain pourin' down.
No-one 'eard Polly scream in 'er plight.
Then a flash o light'nin' lit up the sky,
An' a glint o' steel shone red in the night.
They found 'er in Buck street the next mornin'
'er froat it were cut from ear ter ear.
'Er guts a spilt out all over the place
In 'er eyes a look o' Gawd Almighty fear.....
Mary Anne Walker-'Polly'- was 'is first in 1888
Soon the pro's were warned when they went out,
"Watch, 'cause it aint safe in the streets o' London
Not now ol' JACK THE RIPPER, is about."
Sketching a slope line
From sunset to zigzag’s hive!
Crying beaches under sky!
As shown in Mona’s
Left eye, crying lavenders
And sweet melodies cry Christ!
Where Mount Carmel sighs
Sweet wrinkled gardens to cry?
Reigns safe in the heart of Christ…
Mona Lisa’s cries
She’s a seer’s heaven’s gray sky
Saturn gave her that rare smile!!
Was Mona pale? Or night?
Seeing everything with freight!
After midnight’s express’ sight!!
She saw a dark loop
Approaching Saturn’s bright hoop
See her supple wet cheek’s gloom!?
The new sun’s alight
Straight line with Saturn’s smooth blight
Her soft nose like a clock strikes!!
Her ears were out of sight
See her dark chin’s line was sliced!!
Pasted a new face in light!
She was a dear queen
Hugged Europe on her flat screen
She was pregnant, then deceased!!
No nail polish what so far!
Poised in dignity… Not bar
Foreseeing future’s far star!!
Her elbows can swing
Gigantic galaxy’s hint!!
Nursing ours in a blink!!!
Had she reached dead end?
The whole scriptures were fulfilled
Cleansing filthiness ahead
Look through first layer
Gently!! Her face is supple
Surprisingly beautiful
She’s a true Christian
Who’d dare look behind picture?
Three story books…Her lecture!
Da Vinci taught her
Wisdom, as he saw the heir!
Since his childhood, he knew her!!
Why did he hide real
Picture? Mona’s bliss temple?!
Da Vinci’s sacred Christian
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery of Mona Lisa's beauty.
Sparkles glisten off a misty shoreline
Light reflects off a history of tales never to be told
It cannot speak nor can it share the thoughts of a thousand years
Miles and layers of ash, rubble, and lifeless pieces to an unsolved puzzle lay beneath
Few will share the days with Giants and Legends
But thousands will wonder why
A dark layer of secrets, a dark layers of emotions encapsulated
By a barrier never to be broken
We can only look and dream of what took place
To look to the world searching for Absolutions
Searching for answers
Searching for a key to unlock the gated door
Impossible to reason yet we glide along with the tide
Creating more stories never to be told
Only she holds the answers, Only she holds the key…
A mystery will forever remain and cast a shadow over the lost souls
That took the journey over miles of beauty
For now we can only paint a picture that shares with us a thousand words
Never to be understood…
She woke-up knotted up in her bed sheets, gripping her pillow.
Glistening droplets of sweat danced down the side of her face.
Sitting upright, she begged for the memories to just be a show.
Dream or reality, her recollection seemed such a real place.
Running to her phone, her computer, anything she could reach.
Desperate to prove the nights events had all been make believe.
The atmosphere sucked all moisture out of her body like a leech.
Some would see her dramatic reaction as immature or naive.
Yet something aweful had played with her mind that dark night.
It made her doubt her thoughts and question innocent dreams.
Such a vivid illusion that it wound her cool, calm body up tight.
The complexity of which was so baffling it burst her minds seams.
Treasured thoughts of one simple night snapped in a split second.
While the flashbacks of dark twisted figures flooded her mind.
The screeching and screaming faces that surrounded her beckoned.
Nothing she tried would stop the play, the film would not rewind.
I have seen so much of life how can I
Give meaning to the moving parts
The ass long dead on the playfield breathing still
Until some boy accurate with a stone
Hit the gut, as from the rectum spilled
A whole family of little pigs
I have dogs stuck in heat, and the hitch
Commanding the brute's location at her will
It was a marriage made of desire
He could not leave her and she would not retire
That old adage fell apart
For the dog could desert his sweetheart
I have seen human necessity too
The great songstress eating what she left in the loo
And on the walls was smeared
The sum of all she beared
And every place the same disgrace
The stench upon her comatose face
But mark this
Mark this skeptic of the supernatural kind
Mark the stories messing up his mind
Stories they tell at quiet evenings
Of apparitions and rolling calves, the three legged kind
Mark this without misgivings
The preach coming to it in the dark of early morning
For with sweating hand upon the door
He heard in the dark before his eyes
A sight invisible to his fear
There was a crop, crop, crop, on the lawn
And then clop, clop, clop with chains moving on
And I had no stone to count three
While throwing only two behind me
No salt for dry of mouth
All disbelief is vanished when sense shout
If you cannot comprehend by me
The rolling calf is in the vicinity
Lord, did you feel the slow leak down my knees
The coming closer of the darkening trees
O silly man child
Turn the lights on and behold
The donkey from your neighbor's fold
Taking your yard for his lost wild
Rattling his chain against his black coat.