Best Mysterynight Poems
Ten years past since Coyote deceased
The land became fruitful, with the help of a new priest
It was the time of the crescent moon
When the boys would be sent out across the desert dune
To kill a coyote and return with the skin
And from that day forth their life as a man would begin
On this particular occasion the crescent moon shone bright
Casting shadows of the boys as the priest bless then in the light
One at a time they were sent in different directions
With a two inch blade for their protection
As they wondered off into the dark, out of sight
Suddenly their screams brought a chill to the air and the tribe was consumed by
fright
The medicine man rushed to their aid
Carrying his crescent moon shaped blade
Behind him were the tribesmen, twenty strong
To back him up incase anything went wrong
They found the boys laying, in a row
Alive but in a lifeless trance surrounded by snow
The ground was hot but around them as cold as ice
Everything was methodical and precise
The medicine man stood for a while looking afar
He saw a female figure near the missionary camp called “The Starr”
The ordered the men to take the boy back to the camp
As he walked off into the night just with a night lamp
He reached a huge boulder
When the air became colder
His curiosity overcame his fear as the female figure drew nearer.
He called out to it to identify itself
As she pounced majestically onto an icy shelf
She said you will remember who I am
Once a female sacrifice which should have been a man
He lifted the light to see her form
Her body perfect, a picturesque goddess, however, a bit pale
And around the thigh curled and uncurled her coyote tail
Her face, a face that every woman would admire
Except for the coyote fangs, he found that she was his desire
Like perfect mountains were her firm pink breasts
Her belly button the shape of a moon crescent was what intrigued him, his thought
confessed.
She moved close slowly and touched him with a hand that was cold
But the touch made him feel a warmth and he knew his heart was sold
To the desire to have and to hold
He kissed her gently and he felt more bold
To be continued….. P.D. Pt2
To compare you to a moonlit sky
Bathed in the light of the stars aglow
With gloom and Night across the earth
Your face, the Moon, a beauty to bestow
Perhaps a glee of only a few hours or so
For the darkness shall flee and the sun shall glow
Yet beyond all time your visage shall shine
Whether the murk shall come or afar shall go
Allaying placidity with nightfall shall grow
An embrace that renders your charm of woe
When the heart succumbs to emotion, to Night
Reason lives not within the core below
So ebbs the Night beneath clear dawn
I now shall await that you emerge anew
Near Dover Arkansas can be viewed on most any night
A puzzle documented as, ‘The Dover city lights‘
Folks from many miles around, some even out of town
Eyes fill with wonderment when the lights begin to clown
I have viewed myself, no proof of science I found
From the mountain above, as interest begins abound
The lights flicker in different colors, energetically
They dance and prance, leap and treatment for all to see
This outstanding thriller performs an impressive show
In a valley below, on Long Pool waterway, well I know
In the night sky are voices, with many thoughts and theory
As the lights pretend ghostly pranks, their trade quite scary
One popular legend has it some old miner lost his gold
Lights are many who died believing, “still searching are lost souls’
To a Native Indian raid on a wagon train, some attention is laid
If so the braves were plenty, for the lights are many charades
My personal suspicion, it is the moon’s seduction
In riffled waters below, anomaly is moon’s concoction
Perhaps the campfires in Long Pool park below, give show
The utter mystery glow, in Big Piney riffles below
For and in Honor of Carolyn Devonshire
And Contest
I woke up
My room shines bright
Moon light is pretty tonight
Barely strenght to move but effort is my fight
Clever move to stand up
Now the walls blow up
The sky is dark
Moon becomes red
Candles turn off
An old blood mad like hell
Again same story
Is our time to leave
To die
Let's go sleep
I woke up again
Oh it was a dream
A rare and fast one
Now let's stand up
I only test my limits
Not god's
Big bang
Walls fall
Kindom sleeps
We are destined for this
Kindom falls
We shine bright
Moon sleeps helplessly
The sun is far from home
God save us all
Help us
Arrows fly torched with flame
God believe us
A night of deception have woken
Resurrection of a statue
The cross is not carried by no one
Then let this arrows burn us alive
Torched with flames
Oh it burns us all alive
Saved by messiah
Oh we still die
Help us all
A fair toll to pay
A bright moon to worship
A beatiful night to sleep off
A world of desires rises
A mankind full of sins
A god mad at his creation!
Once I thought I awoke in a vault
After spending the night in a dream.
Dark and discrete, but never complete
And having no reason or theme.
Bound to remain outside the domain
Of twisted truth and disguise.
My mind so drear, and full of fear
I was scared to open my eyes.
Oh, my soul, the nightmarish ghoul
The pain and anguish I feel.
Oh to awake and know in my soul
It was only a dream and not real.
It reigns so dark and doesn't impart.
From the start, no sense it made.
So mysterious, and at times delirious
As sprinkles of happiness fade.
The sprinkles I fear to nothing adhere,
But falling between the cracks.
A thunderous roar is now at the door,
As a train rumbling down the tracks.
Now at the crossing, tumbling and tossing
And thinking I may have slept.
Hearing the mumble of the sounding rumble
In a puddle of tears I've wept.
Onyx fur, I now see in a blur,
As out of the mist she came.
A message from her in an aging slur,
As sands of time quickly drain.
A familiar face hovers from space,
Old, with thin matted eyes.
Mournful the moan, and totally alone,
With tracks from tears she cries.
No longer a form in reality's norm,
But diverse her forms in a dream.
She comes to remind in the passing of time,
The troubles that life will bring.
The moon on the rise fills the night skies,
And the stars on the canopy glows.
Is life really real, or a dream we repeal
When we lay ourselves down in repose?
Waking spirit free to roam,
Wander in this heart;
Here you are at home.
Here you are at home
To to paint a waking art;
You do not rise alone.
Deep, the stars of night are sown--
Truth is but a start;
Whispered words unknown.
See, the morning light has grown!
Shadows fall apart;
Dear, my heart is known.
What the breath of night has shown,
I breathe with all my heart.
Hope is all I've known.
Now we speak, so un-alone;
Here we raise the start.
Waking spirit free to roam,
Here you are at home.
When the night gets to its utmost
Darkness and loneliness follow
When you shiver out of frost
Filling it up what so hollow.
Find your way out before get lost;
Before the night have you swallowed.
Put your head up high; find your leading light;
Keep searching even if it is not so bright.
Do all your best and start to pray;
Even how hard it is; you’ll find your way;
Give yourself a chance to breathe as you go by;
With Pure feelings can put up with anything; just try.
These sleeves, they hide it.
This smile? Yeah, it's fake.
These words? They compose lies.
That passion, you should know, it's all a hoax.
Do you believe me? Well, you should.
Do you trust me?
Why should I trust you?
I have a secret, and not a soul knows it.
Each day I come closer to my breaking point.
Every night when I lie down to sleep,
the angels claw at my feet.
Not a second I risk to doze.
The days get longer,
and my tolerence gets shorter.
Not a day goes by,
until a thousand things go wrong.
There's never a night I sleep,
without a nightmare behind these eyes,
and angels clawing at my feet.
Darkness passes on forever, like a shade without position,
Night times symphony echoes a thunderous raw, digesting destiny with foul play.
Ruthless sombre drowns the silence, into dumbfounded surrender that gives awakening to pain.
Forbidden tears are strangled by the blade that appears worthy, and is all too clear,
Insanities beckoning, whispers as if possessed by the devil, yet by dawn they disappear.
Marooned Shadows loom like vibrant beasts, assertive in their find,
Reuniting in battle, yet by dawn they disappear.
The dark abysses aggression denies spirits access, within its rage of fury in the gayety
of night,
As the eluded reprisal is driven by imaginations delusion, a scream aloof to sight.
Night times bumps is an illusion, a fear of being found
To again become accustomed, a need to be precise in remembering every sound,
One hears outside at night and Yet by dawn they disappear.
Darkness provokes emotion, the will to kill or cry, or simply feel a marvel in the
mysteries of the night.
Nothing hears clearer then the solitude of night, it hears you wail within your prayer,
It sees your sorrowed tearful stare.
To the stars and moon our feelings give way, to darkness that listens but never gains the
praise.
In the moon theres magic, in a star a wish, but night time who just listens, just fades to
disappear.
.MOONSHINE FAIRIES
Moonshine fairies shine so bright
They dance and play in the pale moonlight
Tiny creatures and such a delight
With wings all soft and silvery white
When the sun goes down and the moon shines high
They know it's night and time to fly
Their friendly folk but rather shy and
Sleep all day and in flower beds lie
They jump on mushrooms to make them grow
And swing on moonbeams to and fro
All speak in hushed tones quite and low
A shooting star will make them glow
Owls are their favorite friends
They visit them when night descends
Ever ready with helping hands their
Feathers wings and nests to mend
If late at night you feel alone
Remember
Moonshine fairies wake and roam
We start our dance
Which we'll dance with great delight
This night my Demon can free me of this Fright
My chest be free from this Blight
His night has come,
The deed shall be done,
With knife in hand
And partner left under my command
Fear starts to flicker across his face
As we kneel to do our disgrace
He smiles as I draw the knife
Why does this not seem right?
His eyes hold no fright
Can't he see this is not right
My body is not it's own
I am locked inside as a drone.
The demon commands us to slaughter
So our knives slice through like water.
Neither of us cares not a bit
As blood from our prey doth spit
His smile falls as I draw the knife
As he sees that I'm no longer his wife
Strife and discord this fool has caused
But is his life the price, so I paused
We revel and rejoice with blood spill
We REALLY do so enjoy the thrill
All I want to do is scream
As this must be a dream
No not at all a dream
But 'tis the Demons scheme.
Illyanna set this Demon on the go
Time to set upon Robert Celentano
Thanks Illyanna and Martyn love for your help as i could not have done this
without you ,,,thanks John LovingIII for making me be challenged...hope I do
THe Haunted Poets Society proud
There is a man that no one likes
He's been standing out in front of my house for several days now
I wish that he would go away
My grandmother has become very sick
My nerves are shot and the man outside does not help
One night i woke up to a shrilling breeze that left me the chills
When I went back to bed I noticed a bottle of pills on my night stand
With night covering me with its silk blanket I paid them no mind
The next morning the mysterious man was gone
Grandma! Grandma!
Entrapped in the belly of heavy eyes...
Mother nature beacon on me...
Echoes of days' labour
En-caved in dreams of death...
Snoring and snarling tearing the roofs...
Mystical beings crawling to their covens...
Afraid,afraid i am not afraid,
Have got Elohim by my side...
The night is sick...
It is night in my village
awoh kingsley awoh
Form:
Purely Fictional
On a forgotten road at the top of a hill
Sits the Campbell's old estate
And many have heard an eerie scream
When the evening is growing late
They say old Campbell killed his wife
One night in their wedding bed
When he aught his love between the sheets
Wither her fitness instructor Fred
Twas on the night of Hallowe'en this evil tale began
And I'm here to unravel this tale of woe as truly best I can
Now no one knows what happened to Fred
And the gal he did adore
But many believe that they are buried
Beneath the kitchen floor
And folks declare they see the ghosts
Jogging the streets at night
Through the mists on Hallowe'en eve
Hidden by the yellow street light