Best Unsolved Poems
Better it is for the living the mystery of death to remain unsolved!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 May 2021
It was FBI Agents, JonBenet Ramsey and Amelia Earhart,
Who almost blew the JKF assassination conspiracy apart.
It was when they were sort after; the lover’s decided to spit,
Amelia Earhart went to Peru and JonBenet Ramsey to Egypt.
Amelia Earhart attempted to get a message to him with huge drawings which was a
pain,
As one looked like a monkey blowing a jet fighter plane.
The CIA said if she came in, she would have immunity in exchange,
But it was too late as she was taken by aliens by landing site called Stonehenge.
JonBenet Ramsey was declared missing in Egypt, after being captured in a photo shoot,
He was last on a pyramid which the Gods used to squeeze their grapefruit.
Jon Benet Ramsay
similar Caylee Anthony
murder mystery both
She seared the defendant on the witness stand with a derogatory look.
"What do you mean, you’re not guilty ? Let’s see what it says in the book!
..Murder: the unlawful killing of another human being with malice aforethought“.
She pronounced the words slowly for effect.
She slammed the book shut, turned towards the jury
staring as if in pain standing erect…
“No more questions, your Honor”.
This prosecuting attorney wanted the jury to convict
the defendant of murder.
She proved beyond a reasonable doubt it was premeditated,
and to expound further,
She proved there was plenty of motive to say the least.
That became plain as the evidence was released.
The murdered victim, if he had lived, would have caused the defendant
A loss of financial gain,
Not to mention major inconvenience
and possible emotional pain.
The defendant, it was proven, had hired an assassin,
Making the defendant, she argued, no less guilty,
Around his neck the crime’s noose must be fastened.’
The jury was out and deliberated for just a little while.
When they returned with a guilty verdict,
the attorney’s face creased into a victorious smile.
The court was adjourned and the prisoner bound.
The team toasted the attorney at O’Malley’s
and celebrated with drinks all around.
Satisfied that justice was once again served
and proud that she had done her portion,
She meditatively… drove slowly home,
and scheduled herself ….
an abortion.
Author's note ; Dedicated to our youngest and most
promising friends and lovers.
I speak for all our defenseless and mute babies
"aborted" one million strong in the USA alone yearly
when I say, there is no greater mystery to me than that
which exists in the dichotomy and verbal engineering
present in the words "abortion" and "murder".
God bless us all with prudence, wisdom and love for
all His children. His Mercy is great and will lovingly forgive
and envelope all of us who ask for it who may have made
this mistake in the past. Thank you for reading this my friends.
(Posted today 30th sept 2020)
I'm not quick to be fanciful
as I tend to explain every mystery
in a natural, rational, scientific way.
Yet one of the few unexplained mysteries in my life
which refuse to be erased from memory
was when there was an earthquake years ago
And both dad and I felt the presence of heavy
ginormous wingspans beating on our roof
as if that huge flying creature
was causing the quaking and shaking of the earth beneath us.
Lots of thoughts still roll in my mind to explain it.
Was it a supernatural Angel causing the jolting
or was it some flying dinosaur like a pterosaur
which hadn't gone extinct but was too evasive and elusive?
to be documented by discoverers.
I could try inking a dactyl on pterodactyls
but I just can't think of a rational explanation of what
we heard and felt but never saw .
Seeing is believing but so is hearing and feeling.
Its wings and flapping wing beat had felt and sounded
like some mammoth bird bigger than an ostrich .
So what in the big wide world was this creature
right on our roof overhead
that we never got to see?
To wrap your head around this is a hassle.
The mystery I am talking about is Coral Castle.
This is a place in some of your backyards in the USA.
It is located in Miami Florida, right off the bay.
Most of you don't know about this place under the suns.
It is about one man, who by himself, moved 1,100 tons.
He made it into a great castle and all of this is true.
He moved all of it and carved it all too.
There were no machines and no one helped this man.
Scientists, archeologists, and architects can't figure out his plan.
He had 3 wooden poles forming a pyramid or tepee,
with a black box at the top, and inside it was the key.
Over 28 years he created this masterpiece without any sounds.
You think its a long time, but one tiny man can't move 2.2 million pounds.
If you have a chance and visit here, you'll be in an amazed state.
You'll walk up to it and with one finger, push open its 9 ton gate.
There are no hinges or bolts, no one knows how it moves.
This alone says its a great mystery, that no science proves.
When he was finished and moved his last giant crater,
he went straight to the hospital and died a short while later.
So what was in the black box, how did he do these things?
No one knows, the government came in and the box went missing.
Once he was asked why he did this?
He said, “for the love of my life, Agnes.”
He was also asked how he did this and give us descriptions.
He said, “it was easy, I figured out the pyramids and the Egyptians.”
"UNSOLVED MYSTERY"
we sat at the round table
her and I and that afternoon
came to the decision
we'd write a story together.
his name was to be
Sebastian Blake.
a passive aggressive ladies man
who had been adopted.
he was to be a drug representative
where truth hurt him and
obstacles in his agenda angered
him.
it was to be a mystery.
that afternoon,
we sat excited and ready to
create this mystery.
the next night, she would end our
relationship.
she broke from the story and
wrote a new one without me.
her own.
who murdered her heart?
who murdered her mind?
who murdered her soul?
I suppose I'll never know.
she gave the greatest story.
she gave the greatest mystery of all.
I'll be telephoning my agent soon.
I've got to tell him about her.
he said he'd call me back though,
he was on the other line
with Robert Stack.
By: Chicano Eddie
4-11-2017
Unsolved
Mystifying the situation control room shut the door
Huge questions returned without willed answers
Everything was simple sun was shinning
No dark was there trying to make more oblivious
The will of arrogant mind was in confusion whether to sublime
Unsolved came collecting litters from all side
And whispered matter was not simple
Neck turned towards him and eyebrow alerted not to signal
All four walls have ears to hear and lenses are put everywhere.
Poor stepped away shaking broom for another place
Returned immediate as if he saw ghost horrifying
Bla bla he blew in air in vain no words was clear to in
Insert the key into a lock to open it for dirt clean
Message rolled as if advertisement at square place
Suspension declared for three months from for betterment
All should be clear without hindrances
Unsolved whether new or not the decision
Matter flashed sticking paper on notice board
Seeing paper written and signed by delegates
Thumb pin on four sides did not speak
Gatherings started to become thin
Stepping away with different guess.
Unsolved remained again in the hope of solving case.
Choosing whom to love...is an unsolved dilemma, we humans seldom attest;
how can love be shared equally among the ones who delight our very heart?
I can't love one person more than the other, it's utter unfairness on my part;
what troubles me is to whom I'll give the deserving affection that can last...
If many haven't loved me or touched me in the simplest, truest way: I can go past that;
and wouldn't hold it against them, but what I will tell them is to be my friends and chat.
And the saddness of the matter is that friends aren't like God who's ever-present;
they live among us for a short while, then they depart to begin their jeourney's quest.
Many dark days have see me waiting on someone like a hopeless beggar: bitter, cold and sad;
no nickels, dimes or quaters were tossed into my coffee cup I held up with a trembling hand.
Fate, unfair fate will there be a time when you'll show me sympathy, and not embitter me?
If another chance at being loved were given to me, I wouldn't forfeit it when it accosts me.
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Choosing whom to love...is an unsolved dilemma, causing confusion to clearly think and pause;
not all can be certain of hearing that they are truly loved by offering them a beautiful rose.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Two and two not always make four
she realized it few moments ago
still trying to solve to be sure,
two and two not always make four;
life's equation never puzzled her more
hard decision to take...should she stay or go?
Two and two not always make four
she realized it few moments ago.
© 2011 kashinath karmakar(9th August 2011)
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Placement:5th;(August:2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Contest:In The Afterglow(Photo based)
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
There are some who say,
that we were never close.
They are the ones who
made the connections impossible.
When you were born God had smiled,
and I cried.
Because we were told,
you were born without fingers and toes.
Father had lied to us,
and I never forgave him for that.
Such sad and wicked things,
we endured.
You were perfect,
in every way, Angela.
A new little sister,
A beautiful little Angel.
We grew up,
In a household full of stress filled commotion.
We never had stable love,
But you always looked up to me.
And I always tried to be,
Like a Mother to you, when you were small.
Angela this poem,
Is dedicated to you.
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DELIVER US
The years have passed,
since you've gone,
thrown to heaven,
On a song.
I believed in you,
and the things you said,
I never acted on it,
It was so wrong.
Jealousies from the one,
who told you don't ever call,
I always waited to hear from you,
but she helped to build your walls.
I remember you telling me,
condescendingly she said you looked like me,
she had evil intentions,
hiding way down beneath.
I will always remember you,
you remembered me too,
It was me and God,
In your hour of need, that you last spoke to.
God has you now,
and some day,
I will join you,
together we shall pray.
For all the wicked ones,
who have no conscience,
no morals,
who are in this life an evil constant.
Rock-a-bye my sister,
sleep well and stay safe,
know that I love you,
forever and a day.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer Poet
Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock
In 1900
An eerie tragic event
Enjoying a planned picnic
No one knew what was about to impend
Lunch finished, four girls and teacher
Decided to explore
What happened was a whole lot more
Miranda, Edith, Irma and Ms Mc Craw
Cannot describe what they saw.
In an unexplained event,
All vanished into the rock
Except Edith,
Edith returns to the group in complete shock
Hysterical and can’t detail what happened
But she knew it wasn’t imagined
The surrounding town descends into chaos
The searchers will not give up
For their search for the lost.
Irma found unconscious but unharmed
Strang things continued
It became a real issue
Withdrawn students, staff quitting unexpectedly
All at the picnic had behaviour changes
It was progressively
School girl commits suicide
Headmistress jumps of Hanging Rock
Killing herself
What did they see, whatever it was
They kept it to themselves
Some believe Paranormal Activity occurred
when the 1975 film premiered
clocks stopped at 12 pm, watches stopped at 6 pm,
coincidental or cohered
Rabbit Hunters find frilled Calico at the rock, believed
To be Ms McCraw’s
With no other evidence
They all withdraw
None of the missing women wherever found
Hey search began from the ground
Still till this day, there is an eerie feeling up the top
The mystery of wonder
Keeps us to ponder
Theories are they followed a lizard into a crack in the rock
(a hole in space), how could this be when there is
No trace
It’s acknowledged the crack in the rock is a time warp
And they are in another dimension
These myths leave you
With apprehension
Another is there was a large red cloud above the rock
They went up into it, vanished
So many different articles
Published
They will never be found, this case will never be resolved
What is the truth
We will never know
I never knew, never once did,
The answer to my coward being.
I thought this was me,
The real me,
Forever within my walls,
That will never again, flee.
Is it okay, to solve this,
If this is what I fear or is it just greed.
Nevermind, for I once tried,
Surviving through, that colorful hell.
I'll strengthen my wall,
So it'll never again fall.
For I know she will never be,
What my heart now pleads.
The hunger she’s been feeding
Never gets satisfied
Even when she adds it all up
Then divides and multiplies
Another needle track
Another sigh of content
Another night on the street
To pay her habit and rent
What started out so simple
Somehow took a different turn
She’s living this lie alone
While other bridges burn
Her family, they wouldn‘t understand
She says as she walks her turf
And thinks of another great fix
And what it would be worth
The millions of wonderful colors
That stream through her mind
And the satisfaction it brings
Is something that’s easy to find
Her friends are on the streets
Smiling as she passes by
Her money buys the good stuff
No longer does she cry
The hunger she’s been feeding
Took a nose dive one last time
No witnesses to be found
Just another unsolved crime
MYSTERY
The earth is young and old,
Some parts of it hot and cold,
In contrast with the N-S poles,
Earth's watchtower glitters like gold,
And the dark hours as coal,
The night breeze always cool.
So many a thing exists,
Many are beyond the knowledge of man,
Of which man cannot interpret,
The works of nature are magnificent,
Notwithstanding the times that were ancient.
The earth is young,
Life is old and young,
Can man think of these things?
Can man ponder and interpret these things?
What is the meaning of life?
How do life came to be?
What is the origin of life?
That’s a mystery,
The existence of man is something unsolved.
The apparitions of man,
Soul ,body and spirit of man,
The after life of man,
The myths of abyss and ancestral dwellings,
All are man's perception of after life. Who can tell the real fact?
The vast water bodies,
Covering most part of the earth,
The power controlling the waters,
Mountain ranges and valleys,
The sun , moon and other filaments,
Separating the night from the day, And the entire works of nature, All being a puzzle to man.
Growing up as a kid,
I was taken to an upland one day,
On beholding the wonderful sight of horizon,
I shouted, ''see where the world stops''
The man said, ''no boy that’s where our eyes can reach,there is still more after that'',
The wonders of life never ends,
And the lesson it teaches never stops.
The earth being below heaven,
The clouds covering the space and heaven,
The magnificent heaven we hear about,
Its another mystery itself, But about the supreme creator,
I what I cannot question about.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2018, MAR 27