Best Mysteryday Poems
Z O O
My friend worked at the Zoo
Every day he smelled like animal poo
Monday's he clean the lions den
the next day he became, Hawaiian.
Leaving behind all the goo on his shoe.
Zoo's R Us
by;PD
The Night was silly--
The silly Night
To judge His stars by Sun,
For the Day had hid
In His Glare,
Each and every one...
''Look'', said the Moon,
''We'd better not
Rush and spoil our case;
Night, you go,
I'll follow you--
Go give this Day a chase!..."
So they run--
The Day and Sun
Whilst Night and Moon, they trace;
But all in vain--
All's too sad,
For none sees others' face...
It was not the deceit that I was bothered by but instead the lies and the injustice
through false preach and practice of a rule considered golden. I in turn vowed
vengeance upon the lass that felt wise and sly in the breaking of said rule and set
forth to derive a plan, the plan a lesson that would teach so deep as to chill the
blood; ensuring the rule never to be broken again and allowing for its return to
golden. The plan was drawn slowly and carefully like the execution of such plan will
be. Creating multiple roads for investigation all with dead ends, false starts and
sharp surprise; all the while carefully through time, inch by overlapping inch in
stealth towards climax. False clues for fun with hints of no relevance, never ever
shall I stray from what will be done. Day bled into day and so forth finds me fine
tuning from evil edge to beautiful core what is already I am sure a masterpiece of
plans. Early stages of watching and documenting habits as well as the habitats and
lives of those listed, hundreds of random keys tried in locks, finding fits. Alas! Ten
keys too turn, ten doors open at will, silent will.
A day will come when no more days shall follow
But another will come though unknown to our fellows
The end of a film is its beginning
Where it ends it begins
"they lived happily ever after"
After the "AFTER" there are lots of matters
When there is a full stop a paragraph follows
Can this really end?
End!
Oh, there is nothing like END!
We sleep, we wake, we get Old or otherwise and die,
Yet, the struggle continues!
In fact, my thoughts continues,
But, will one day end,
Maybe in death,
YET
It's end is another beginning
Really! Every end is a beginning,
Nothing ENDS!
What is more certain other than uncertainty?
It is certain a baby is born the moment the cry is heard but uncertain if the will live to a ripe
old age
It is certain their prospects to prosper as they advance in age but uncertain if they will end
well
It is certain that you will decide to close your eyes and sleep after a hard days experience
but uncertain if you will awake the next day to face it,
It is certain when you awake that you have the chance to live life yet another day but
uncertain if it will be a good or bad day-or even be your last
Indeed nothing is more certain than uncertainty
It is certain all we can see, feel and touch but uncertain what is in our minds eye,
It is certain the dreams we have but uncertain if we can hold on and see to it that the are
manifested
It is certain the laughter seen on our faces but uncertain the magnitude of sorrows we bear
in our hearts,
It is certain the open wounds all can see but uncertain the level of pain we feel
Uncertainty is evidently certain as nothing is more certain than uncertainty.g
Only one day till the end
Only one day till you will never see me again
Only one day till I lose my mind
Only one day till the end of all mankind
Only one day, only one day
Only one day till we come to a tetering ledge
Only one day till i fall off the edge
Only one day till I lose my mind
Only one day till the end of all mankind
Only one day, only one day
Only one day left! Only one day left!
Start the countdown 5 4 3 2 1... Done!
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
The day I die I will fall. As I fall I will hear the birds sing, the kids scream, and
shouts for joy as the school days are finally over. For some it's a sorrow day but for
most it's something that will be remembered forever. The day I die I will fall and I see
my life flash before my eyes and pray for the ones I love and will leave behind. Before I
hit the ground I will feel as free as a bird as I go through my escape. Somewhere off in
the distance a baby cries, a bird will fly, and someone will take their last breath, it
just might be mine but i will never live to find out. All this will happen the day I die.
P.S. I'm not suicidal!!!
- Alex
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