Best Mystification Poems
Mysticism is alive and well.
If this seems like a mystification, you have not experienced it yet.
But wait, what if you have?
Think on the mystique of a newborn babe.
You know this beautiful child has an inner glow, and sacred look, fresh from heaven.
Mystically alive, a soul-messenger.
A newborn will mystify even the most hardened skeptic.
You cannot hold one without instantly feeling that you are looking into the eyes of God.
Anyway, I cannot.
Some said it would come with the millennium
Worldwide chaos and technology confusion
Two-thousand twelve forecasts create mystification
Are the hopes we hold for man’s future an illusion?
There is no doubt our day of reckoning will come
Tornadoes, tsunamis and earthquakes are preludes
Softly ticking clocks gain the thunder of drums
With caution we confront skeptical attitudes
Some spend their entire lives in states of fear
I choose to live in a capsule of serenity
The end of man’s reign on earth may be far or near
As we await passage to a heavenly city
Let’s not get caught up in the growing speculation
Instead concentrate on how we live every day
Knowing our path to eternity has begun
And the covenant of God’s love I won’t betray
The date, the time and even the means matter not
For those who treat others with kindness and respect
To say we know the precise moment? That’s a long shot
Choose to live in the now, not suffer in retrospect
Earth Element of Water
The foremost need for earthly water is hydration;
without its properties, there is no cell creation.
Good cultivation of our crops needs irrigation.
All life craves water to survive, a requisite;
we are part water, need supply beyond a perquisite.
No matter what we do...a huge prerequisite.
It comes and goes, recycled by precipitation,
brought on by its evaporation, condensation;
this cycling is a gift of nature's circulation.
Absorbed by all except those rocks, impermeable,
our water hydrates soil, refills our water table;
keeps our aquatic life in water bodies stable.
For arid deserts, monsoon rains invigorate
green grass and refill ponds where wildlife migrate
to feed and hydrate, strengthen bodies, procreate.
Symmetrical snowflakes, formed by crystallization,
like floating angels, stir great vivification -
one-of-a-kind designs cause mystification.
Of earth's four basic elements, it is one-quarter,
and there would be no life without our precious water;
we have our mother earth...and water is her daughter.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Elements Part 3: Water
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 04/17/2016
Required words used in order of appearance:
hydration, requisite, precipitation, impermeable, invigorate, crystallization
The shuttering crimes inflicted on the mind
Always causes havoc
In the state of the soul
The sudden mystification
The conjuring realization to reality
The considerable paths of acquisitions
The zithering low downs
A recapitulation of phylogeny
On ontogeny
An endegenous factor of misconceptions
But yet the machenism remains unknown
To such its
A violation of expectations
And crushing laws of faith
A unique constellation of attributes
An ultimate sentimental eccentric altitude
Of constant agitation of the soul
Portraying the true catastrophes of the heart
Whom with such faults thus remain
A sole contender
Who fears no man but God himself....
Our eyes reflect that certain uncertainty
Between you and me. The never ending
Obsessing over obscurity. Adding,
Subtracting to the mystification of—us.
We are defined with no meaning,
But clearly comprehendible when several
Possible internal interpretations have
Brought an equally equivocal answer to the
Perennial paradox of pleasure and pain, that leads
To a contradictory conundrum of the weary
Wonderment of several potential possibilities
With no deliberate intent to mislead or cause
Ambiguity.
Barge Reef
Barge Reef lies isolated at worlds end by chance
Wedges of sharp rocks fill in what ocean can’t
Eighty foot waters roll at a distance out
Waves say hello on cresting white
Coral formed and bleached silent
Created from living life forms
On the wrong side of the island according to the charts
West of Barge is open seas
Liquid wonders that follow the world around
A tumbled dance
Storms pound constantly there creating havoc
Waves take naps much later beneath the deep
Descending back around
Rolling into a slumber as cool brushings over surface
Calm winds take a breath
Ships find their corner of the world in blue
Slip Into delinquency, there, slow to rise
Sun finds the horizon hot
Jellying through mist
Mystification sets in, as it morphs through morn
There, so easy to find a new day in abundance solar bound
Creaking ships never land but crash on Barge with jagged reefs
Sharp coral stand pure white on the vestibule of shards
Sojourning innocently forward
Ambling along with wood debris
To that end, begins in splinters sober float
And with it, seas fold over on the likes of Barge
The old girl looked lost, standing there,
Puzzlement resonating on her leathered face,
As she gazed at the mouth of the pillar box.
The box, an iron sentry, all guardsman red,
A stoic ********, a passive recipient of mail,
Gave no ground, gave nothing away.
Beyond the iced glaze of her grey eyes,
Something sparked – scant and fleeting.
A fission trip of memories, in tumult.
Banshee voices howling doggerel phrases,
Mouthed and distant in the windswept canyons,
Barely heard, or heard only in snatches,
The receptors torn and ragged.
Why had she come here?
What should she do?
She would have known in the summer of
Years ago;
But in the winter of today
Silence and confusion, the cold splutter of atrophy,
Told her only of mystification.
I watched for a while and then approached.
I smiled at her and pointed at the white envelope
Clutched in her weathered right hand.
“Shall I post that for you, Gram?” I inquired.
“Who are you?”
She said.
Karnnifa Leaf And Beyond
Karnnifa Leaf lies wrongler to the westermorn of Liquida Barga
Cool brushing blues, calmingly decending corner wedgefords
In delinquinada rolling ragers fire lavala redlings, there a ring begun so hot
Jellying through mystification morphus above the blue
Just-toola eastly of roada low and up from there-abundancies creelowing
Wayla is the daughter quested with amblins and shards vestitures
Found them cutterlin and bleedingly profounder on irony ware there
Wilds on the Barga tramplina, wildest sojournaling and purelificing
When nilda drack and drungeon came upon the groupulence
So many then, Lurchin, far beyonda Karnifa Leaf, lefting red and again
No pestilencers remained wonderlate or crackling crack in waste
Not now or laterlinga dayly dayly on morphus morn
Came Wayla spleedling slashalactic and meandermindering
She takes then the monstrella girla down giagantling higher wire crier spree
Returnabout to Karnnifa Leaf proudoler, prodlinging, no timer grinders we
Popularizationer came awaying with Wayla, and yes!
Rained heavywonder browling soundabouts
And Liquida Barga settlering comfortingly to the lighter sighterscene
Quietler minder, nilda drack, smilling to a crawler, happerstance and crowning
Quarkly firing into skylinger endlings of the Leaf, solar bound
Above Liquida Barga, there Wayla lovingly suspends it
To that end begins
I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast.
I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many I have defeated.
I am glory and shame in a world devoured.
So overwhelmed that we sputters to speak but overcame undefeated.
I am Law and Justice.
My government is Monarch.
I am the Emperor and Judge.
My engagements are that of Poet and Philosopher
edification to instruct my people out of darkness.
So obfuscated they splutter to speak but I am there as their teacher.
Mystification is our world.
Those who find us are forewarn that we are given life by God;
therefore, we are sentient to what is said.
If he or she sojourns, he or she must learn our ways.
So distinguished we are.
Upon sunsets of dying skies
Whispered winds of life gone by
Empty air fills the lungs
A wanderer in search of past
Struggling through grains of time
Quicksand of hopelessness
Engulfing him in exhaustion
Upon seas of the abyss
Whispered melodies of life gone by
Dry air fills the mouth
The wanderer in search of sustenance
Collapsing in the desert of time
Dehydration of the soul
Consuming him in unquenchable thirst
Upon forests of calignosity
Whispered secrets of life gone by
Adam’s ale fills the mouth
The wanderer discovered in need
Revived in the garden of time
Mystification of his savior
Enshrined in her familiarity
Upon the universe of forevermore
Whispered love of life gone by
An endearment fills the mouth
The wanderer discovered his need
Encountered her in all of time
Bewilderment of their undeniable fate
And eternally enamored with his soul mate
I am the hunter with belt and sword.
I am captivity and desires searched for.
Great my name has become.
My dynasty is vast as a Roman Legion.
I stand for truth and honor.
Many have tried to defeat me.
Many I have defeated.
I am glory and shame in a world devoured.
So overwhelmed that we sputters to speak but overcame undefeated.
I am Law and Justice.
My government is Monarch.
I am the Emperor and Judge.
My engagements are that of Poet and Philosopher edification to instruct my people out of darkness.
So obfuscated, they splutter to speak but I am there as their teacher.
Mystification is our world.
Those who find us are forewarn that we are given life by God,
therefore, we are sentient to what is said.
If he or she sojourns, he or she must learn our ways.
So distinguished we are.
We have conquer multitudes.
Delegation to our land we deploy.
Emissaries formed and our people adhere.
We rejoice over our victories.
Measures are not require.
We know who we are.
This is our Empire beyond the stars.
Galactic bears as named.
Galactians are woman, man, and child.
Our minds are affixed.
Our hearts are forbidden.
We are not forsakes of love.
We are the image of unions.
Neither he nor she achieves without some form of unity.
Here is our belief and our creed.
We are the Galactians of Orion.
Constellation on the equator east of Taurus, we are one world diverse.
Our people are multifarious.
We are unions unified.
Our missions is to remain distinguishable from all others.
Strength of our brothers is strength to all.
Solidarity is domain, which includes woman and child.
Diversification must form.
Mixt we are colors all around.
Amalgamation is a twilight zone.
We are the Galactians.
Once discovered, we embrace.
Conformity is our aspect.
We informed with a straight face.
Life is not lost here.
Our horde will segment.
Our ways must be sought.
To those that come, whether by choice or coincidental, we inform.
Our creed is our belief that anyone can be a Galactian.
Within a dream, we may live.
Within in a world, we are.
If you are the choice or the coincident, we are your protector from enmity.
We are the Galactians.
We are warriors and man!
As a Roman Legion, we possess the power and the strength.
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Date Written: March 29, 2014
For the Roman Legion Contest
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
They're a gift when found.
It makes for a great conversation
Where imagination
Abounds.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
When asked if they were real I got an affirmation
That did astound.
This makes for a great conversation
Filled with animation and clarification
That makes this journey so profound.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions
Which gives us a dedication
To find what keeps us spell bound.
It makes for a great conversation
Of mystification
On life's merry go round.
Ley lines of electric magnetic energy of portals
Lead to time, magic, other places, and dimensions.
It makes for a great conversation.
I must be one to hate secrets for it's not one
that my thoughts dictate my entire entity
My thoughts wander freely like rabbits at night
touching subjects labeled in bold: 'KEEP AWAY'
And in still, all I reside in my hope tank
my very wish: to find a love all my own
In denial, I could've sworn I've found her
I could be myself, I could relieve my deepest troubles
spill my contents of my deepest fears into her ears, my novel
yet it took a single flaw on my part
simple things I just couldnt get right
My overthinking picked a fight with me and I lost
while an unknown anger kicked me when I was down
and at the curb of inquiries along with untold feelings
was I left to fend for myself, tackle my struggles without a guide
when desperately I was silently calling out for one
was I left to wait another day
debate if I needed any of this
Why can't somebody, anybody tell me, show me
All the things I need to do, hidden from me
I fall prey to lost while she falls in love with smiling apart from me
Chasm, do you have room for a tenant
What am I supposed to do
I barely manage a smile just to turn away
only wishing out that she could open her eyes and see..
Is everyday a foreshadow of the misery I endure
A perpetual happy never after mystification of my wishes
wishes and thoughts
Was I wrong to want one more time
her hand to hold and to feel her arms embrace
a temporary home for my wayward soul
now I stand miles away
knowing I'm excommunicate
E ncrusted amidst sensation,
L ust, and temptation,
U rged towards frustration,
S uddenly back to elation,
I ntangible desperation, hence
V eneering mystification...
E nticing words of vocation,
Pen with motivation…
Pen with relaxation…
I’m lost for words and I can’t really understand why I have such strong feelings
for this man. Never before have I smiled so much or even threw on a blush. But
it’s something about this boy that I can’t apprehend. Why I feel this way is a
mystification to me. My heart refuses to skip a beat. My feelings are overlapping
and my mind is continuously racing. With thoughts of him being contested every
day. My emotions becoming unbearably revealing with each moment I hear his
voice. I don’t understand the emotions filled with adulation, affection, devotion,
and enchantment. Not knowing what love is but thinking it’s there. I have
substantial animosity that I feel I should share. Can he behold the infatuation that
is there? Does he distinguish the sentiment that I hold? Why can’t I just
announce the antagonism that is there? I don’t perceive the detachment between
my feelings and my mouth. Why can’t I just extinguish them? Why don’t I let them
out? I think I’m going to tell him but I don’t know what he’ll say. But my
compassion wants me to let him know anyway. I’m not going to hold it in
anymore because if he cares he will surely understand. Even if he doesn’t I have
to reveal this because it’s what my heart commands.