Best Mysterywoman Poems
Mona Lisa has worn that mystical smile on her mug for over 500 years!
Who is this mysterious lady who at us from The Louvre benignly peers?
She had to sit for over four years for the artist to capture that simple pose.
Who she is and what's behind that smile, only Leonardo DaVinci knows!
She ain't the most beautiful woman to come down the pike but what the heck.
Since her genesis in 1503 she wasn't treated all that well during her dicey trek!
She's been mutilated, stolen a time or two and graced Napoleon's sleeping place.
All the while she's borne it with grace with that inane smile upon her face!
Some have said that she's the widowed Duchess of Milan, Isabella of Aragon.
Others have sworn that she's Mona Lisa Gherardini and so it goes on and on!
Signore DaVinci left no specific clues as to the name of this mysterious dame!
Through the centuries men have scratched their skulls trying to seek her name!
Was that frozen smile upon her face to hide teeth that were crooked and stained?
Or was her pose such that her posterior and sacroiliac were slightly strained?
Perhaps her compressed smile implied to Leonardo, "Hurry up and git 'er done!
You're payin' minimum wage and fella, posin' fer posterity ain't all that fun!"
Now hung upon the wall of The Louvre she's worth millions and millions of bucks.
Not bad for an unknown woman from who knows where, but here's the crux:
That beatific smile upon the homely face of Mona Lisa that Leonardo created,
And what she's smiling for will always be debated and pondered unabated!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for 3d Place in Carolyn Devonshire's "Unsolved Mysteries" Contest - Jul 2011
I was sure he went this way and I know he didn't see me
but I can't find him no where
I'm sure he is around I can fill it
maybe in the shadows or the dark where I can't see,
as I listened and the desert wind blew
there was no roar no screams not a sound
before you could tell when he was near
all was not at ease and the tension thick as glue,
sitting I think back at the last time I seen him
the beast...that white tiger who whole heartily seek Life
who took every blow Life gave and continued to rise
I was sure the chances of him surviving Life was slim,
just then I heard a sound I stood and looked to see where it came from
threw the bushes I could see it was this beautiful woman
and next to her a tiger who watched as she bathed in the water below
if he did come this way I'm sure the carnage again would have begun,
moving closer I could see this tiger was calm no worries no anger,
and from the look of the woman as safe as she was she liked him that way
as I went to sit I rustled the grass and both looked over to see
as they looked over I stood to reveal myself to show there was no danger,
she looked with out a care then turned and walked off into dark
as for the tiger he as well just walked away
how is this so...here I am looking for the beast and I find...this
then there it was...as he turned and looked back...it was his mark
that grin...
i am here standing in front
of the mirror and what do i see
i see a woman who looks just like me
don't recognize this woman
this woman is beautiful from head to toe
the expression on her face tells it all
she smiles as if she has no worries
the woman in the mirror is this true
its true the woman in the mirror is me
The foreman leaned forward in his chair,
at the head of the long oak table,
a decision to make was rare,
he was hoping they were able
to find this guilty woman innocent.
After years of abuse, she killed her spouse,
that rat, that mouse,
the choice was difficult and so complex,
glancing from one face to the next,
guilty came,
more than once,
guilty was repeated the same, and with no shame,
the foreman shook his head as he tried to release the pain,
he knew what she felt,
he wanted to help ease her mind,
but not with these jurors, and not at this time,
they took the verdict hostage,
and there was nothing for him to do,
fingers were pointed to her, to him, to you,
of course,
he had no recourse,
he simply wanted the woman to walk,
but he was afraid to speak up,
so he didn’t talk,
she killed the man of pure sin,
but her guilty verdict was his win.
Only what she wants you to see she will reveal.
Her dark side is something this woman wants to conceal.
What you see in the present does not seem to have a past.
Many men have known her, but each affair did not last.
Those fools did not seem to fulfill her need.
She could carelessly cut them and leave them to bleed.
Her past has closed each door and window.
Did this woman reincarnate from a black widow?
The mystery cannot be solved. There is nobody who would know.
Looking for her next victim, this specter continues to go.
I met this woman on the strength
I was looking for love, someone & something
going threw pain
going threw mental & emotional rain
and I got my head together
she knows im on my job
and every woman I dealt wit
I wasn't really trippin I was like
it's her lost.
We both poetic & spiritual givers
and love is sumthin I wanna be swimming
in with her, and deep down
I want her
she wants me
but it's not that simple
She's a perfect 10 from
from head to toe
she's everything I'm
looking for in a woman
but I'm asking myself
WHAT DO I HAVE TO OFFER HER?