Best Mysteryearth Poems
Knowing that this must be done
I head out in the dark of night
Knowing none will have their fun
Nor will they have any delight.
I call upon Spirits of the Earth.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Spirit,
I beg of them to consider my worth
I hope that my plea they hear it.
Lightning sizzles the air
As if my plea was heard
Oh my I shiver there
Feeling onward spurred.
I stretch my arms wide
And feel this ancient power
As I know I am no longer denied
While I am here at this precise hour.
All those fools that have hurt me
That have at my expense a laugh
Know that this is what I cree
And your pain is not over not by half.
In my circle I do spin
Chanting my chant
And await the spell to begin
Knowing that my wish be grant.
I warned you once you fools
That I was not one to toy with
So the Earths spirits are my tools
And you will know I am no myth!
Reap what you sow
This is my wish and cree
Let it be granted so
For you shall not flee.
As the Earth shivers
with Lightning and Thunder
Feeling the power like rivers
Flow through me with wonder
Go , run, and try to hide.
I do so dare you to try.
Tonight I will not be denied.
Mother Earth has heard my cry.
This night shall soon end
And mortal fools they are
My will shall not bend
As I raise my hands to a star.
This is my will
I cry to thee
As my spell fulfils
So mote it be.
Seemingly mystified presence;
Beholds every treks atop;
Blase art thee, earth born;
Stepping unchalantly o'er;
Bias thereupon my worth.
Traditional emblem certain;
Upon thee a carnal knowledge;
Restored o'er me by strength;
Unity of earth and sea;
pillared faith of existence.
Hence the merry rings;
Patiently waiting in vials;
Sands and sand becomes one;
Grooms kissed brides;
My unifying existence.
Turbulence comes with peace;
A reminder against disorder;
In deserts my dessert;
Every chaos for ignorance;
As I depart with the storms.
Who is Bigfoot’s Great Grand Daddy?
Whether living in a city or on the mountain side,
People from the world around astound us with their views.
He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing as upright he flees and leaves.
Only tracks are left behind and a humongous memory,
They say that Big Foot does exist and for eons has survived.
A humanoid of greatest size, a hairy, beastly mystery…
Could he be a type of man, some scary giant beast?
Birthed on earth destined to roam, living on the land.
Was Bigfoot a hunter-gatherer on earth since ancient times?
Living on the land without a man-made dwelling to call home.
And if he is really all that they say and if he roams the earth these days,
Tell me, someone, won’t you, please, who is Big Foot’s Great Grand Daddy?
TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY GO TO THE FOLLOWING LINK:
=> http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/journal/4862289-who-is-bigfoot-s-great-
grand-daddy (It talks about Jacob and Esau in the Bible and discusses the possibility that
Esau was a Bigfoot. Could it be? READ AND SEE WHAT YOU THINK. (Then, let me know.)