OBSERVER*
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God breathes fire into the day,
a swirl of flaming pinks,
inky blues, blistering reds.
If I could crack the code,
the mystery would be lost,
the romance shattered.
It is the tentacles of mystery
that grip my soul and imagination,
a reminder.
God did all the work.
I am just the observer.
*This poem was written for and submitted to Central Texas Writers Society; it appears in its recent anthology titled ‘Gods and Religion.’ This is my original poem.
inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’
the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what’s become of us?
The rain it pelts
The lightning crashes
A shadowy figure
Through streetlight dashes
The strangers meet
The wine is poured
To infiltrate
The secrets stored
The army man
The cook, the nurse
Field questions deep
Without rehearse
To crack the code.
To solve the crime.
Complete the task
Pre coffee-time
This desperate crew
This shady bunch
Explore, unblinking
Every hunch
Accusatory
Fists they slam!
"Rice pudding?" Please.
"A blob of jam?"
The time bomb ticks
Suspicions linger
The awful truth
Of pointy finger
A crime of lust?
Inheritance gain?
The washing-up
Will still remain..
At last conclude.
The mortal sin
Has been revealed
The verdict's in
A lover's tiff.
A desperate heart.
But love enhanced
As friends depart
We all agree..
Despite the rain
To murder is fun
Let's do this again
My heart was locked in a safe
Combination concealed from the start
Relied instead on intellect
Over-rotated to science as lost track of art
Feelings felt foreign
My heart was locked in a safe
Leaned on left-brain logic
Emotions didn’t enter my home base
Uncovered a way to crack the code
Unleashed my inner detective to solve the case
My heart was locked in a safe
Decoding it took a warm inward embrace
Once I started showing myself grace
The digits on the dial magically fell into place
Love spilled out as my right-brain was unshackled
Now my heart is no longer locked in a safe
As I fold up my hands I see scars of life
A loop hole between fine and wrong
A mirror of tales of life
Written in plain sight engraved and embroiled
Stitch for a stitch life was given
And so with time hope was stolen
Just to surface my thoughts to you am no angel
i am just another broken man
A dreamer a man with no home
For no matter how much I tried to embrace life
My heart has always felt out of place
I dwell in confusion and mystery trying to crack the code of life
Within this rhyme there hides a key I have encrypted,
Find it if you can crack the code that must be first decrypted,
Look upon a poem called "Caesar's Cipher", which I wrote,
And within it you'll find a key to unlock the following nonsensical notes:
BMEAIRN AFFXYE ZSEHVNO LRH GHM LFWRNKP SJ YIOSX
PWEA ELI AUIXGI BF QBPYFIWX
As I hint for you, the final B's plaintext is a little clue,
For the final word is spelled wrong with a displaced Q.
Find my key and create a vertical vigenere tableau,
And along the Roman alphabet, align what lies below.
If anyone can crack this encrypted code,
Write your answer in the comments section,
And if it's right I will write you a poem, a personal ode,
Or one on any proclivity of yours that suits your predilection.
what beautiful images and symbols
but what do they mean?
so curious to crack the code
but once its secret is revealed
much of the beauty has vanished
is it the mystery
that captures me?
the old golden world
I wish to know
is trapped
in these symbols
I am glad to have the chance
To try and crack the code
Cause you're so complicated
And there is so much to get to know
Thankfully we are just starting
For time has only shown
A glimpse of who you are
And where we're gonna go
The mountain tops are waiting
While the sea's abyss withholds
Mysteries among the depths
Just as mountains hide their snow
So let's lovely the little things
Like the stars and their glow
Cause I know you are complicated
But you're simple enough to love
A livid moon had started
a body count for undoing a book.
The base thinks it has arrived.
The death zones were unconnected
by quality of crime waves. People
have started sitting under green trees.
A social outcast silently reaches
the script. It was imperative that
two-edged sowrd should become sectarian.
The dew, the baked blood and the blades,
wait for the lifting of sorrow.
The fire would crack the code of death.
Do not bribe the stained linen
and dyed hair. The permafrost will
swallow the petrified feet.
Satish Verma
I will live forever, but not in this life
Our time will be severed and then re-aligned
I’m not here to belittle you
But to only reveal a clue
-- The rest is up to you
When dealing with this issue
It’s up to every individual to see what we can do
If we’re forsaken or are capable
We have the potential to be unstoppable
-- Now how is this possible? –
Faith, belief, divinity
The path has been in front of you
But you cannot see
Must be through eyes of near purity
(Through eyes of near purity)
Only one man was perfect
But the way was laid out for the rest of us
With a good heart and a good mind
A path you will then find
-- Never in wickedness –
Not a task impossible
Just extremely difficult
Our lives have been perpetual
Within a mask exceptional
The “Great Mystery” to our salvation
Is really quite simple
Or you still don’t know
What the hell I’m talking about, you see
I had the key, but never tried the lock
Stubbornness and stupidity
Are the two main things
That holds back the world a lot
More than you realize
It’s the doom to our own demise
A wicked, fatal disguise
(Can anyone crack the code?)
-Boz-
To whom should read my words could then explain,
How much is fact or mystery they've caused,
That overhears with insight, fraught or plain
And fact remains between the words you've paused,
Shall crack the code with detail, as you will;
Enable much to understand what's read-
Words, whose pieced together have until
You've found the key to something that I've said;
This strength in words are yours to solely keep
So treasure them as if they were your own
Until a time when you shall find in sleep-
The curse to many fears your dreams have sown.
With meaning you evolve as someone who
Makes something out of nothing, all come true.