Best Mysterysound Poems
I AM QUASIMODO, THE BELLRINGER OF NOTRE DAME,
WHOSE FATED MYSTERY IS TO SUMMON THE MASSES
UPON THE APPOINTED HOURS OF THEIR FAITH.
A MISBEGOTTEN BIRTH HAS BROUGHT ME HERE,
ABANDONED, RECOVERED, (HIDDEN AWAY) IN MY AFFLICTION -
A DENIZEN OF HIGH PLACES, MADE DEAF BY LABOR AT THE BELLS;
A SUBTERRANEAN CREATURE
SNIFFING MY SURE WAY THRU THE BACK WAYS
AND FORGOTTEN STREETS OF A CITY AT NIGHT,
Notes (not mine) on the beginning of something, a narrative poem perhaps?
Found in a box recovered from storage, along with scanned photos from that time;
An interesting characterization worth preserving...
and possibly completing...? ...as a PoetrySoup cooperative project?
Questions one could comment or expand upon:
Are there aspects of Quasimodo in each of us?
I love the turn of phrase, "whose fated mystery is to summon the masses upon the appointed
hours of their faith."
I ponder my own fated mystery. What is yours?
How does it feel to be at the center (and the maker) of so much sound and not be able to
hear it?
Do you 'hear' sound differently?
What are you deaf to? a call to faith? love?
How does Quasimodo's sense of isolation mirror your own?
The contrast of being a "denizen of high places", yet a "subterranean creature" roaming
forgotten 'streets' in the dark. What does that mean to you?
Standing here
There’s a shadow through the mist
Trying to get there so see who it is
Wondering why they see me
No sound to hear
Just the sound of the trees
Blowing in the breeze
My feet won't move
They are stuck in fear
One foot moves then another
Very slow
I need to see who waits for me
Why do they watch me?
Through the trees
I'm closer now, and then I awake
Who was this stranger looking at me?
Waiting to see who I would be
I’ll never know
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
And go back to see
If the stranger there
Was only me
Looking at me
through the trees
Player Man, you play those keys,
your notes sound swell and everyone see’s
Player Man, your touch it tingles
your stroke it meldes, our bodies mingle
Player Man, you wow the crowd
bring them in and make them loud
Player Man, you turn those heads
lift those spirits and fall into beds
Player Man, you rise to go
you’ve played your song, you up and blow
Player Man, you’ve worked these keys
your gig is up, you up and leave
Player Man, you’ve another show
and what you wanted we’ll never know
Player Man, you’ll never stay
your sound and notes have made you stray
The Great Sound chimes do you hear?
Mother Ship and her tone in the air?
Journey complete to aWare, the masses
of Time overlap us and for the
listening billowing seasons upon us.
Systems automation set triggers in
place to activation for and if a
certain situation should arise.Eyes
can see the systems free and the
lights that flicker carry the bees
into sight.
Learn to ride your own lights, in the
message Nature corrects for a passage
and it's already happening hear...
The Mother.Ships.Tone in the Air.
Called Imagination this time, be.aware.
Grow it for your health and be well.
CRaaaCKl!!!ng thunder as the sky let go,
X.Calibrate to know a Mighty Sword flows
MoreIsCode and Love it says.each to other.
Confirmed in the binary explained the Hex
of the Decimal. In Number. There is...
A tune in the Thunder and it grows
the Great Sound pulls a spiraling ribbon
To undone, AND pattern seen long ago
before the destruction of a pure
All. Go. Rythem
~Activated Automation of the In.Sane~
All.Systems.Go
It's the only beam.
All. Systems. Know.
;PeAce. It's the Way.
Learn to MAKE it...
On. To the CornerStone.
The Great 'Secret' Is.
God Love is Universal.
She sits in a room of darkness
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
She hears a sound
But ignores it like nothing’s there
Her mind is slowly losing control
She’s fidgeting and shaking so
She hears that sound again once more
The sound is eating her up inside
She just wants to scream “Go away!”
The sound gets louder and louder
She feels like she has no control
Talking to herself so loudly
Now she’s losing control of her emotions
The pacing of footsteps starts to come near
She has nowhere to go
The footsteps come faster and quicker now
Sweat begins to feel her face
The footsteps stop now
She could feel her heart stop too
The shadow of footsteps are under the door
She closes her eyes
Doorknobs begin to turn
She starts breathing hard
The figure’s presence is there now
Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
She sits in a room of darkness