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Many fell in my charm, because in a few days,
Hundreds of people took me in their arms with many a happy face.
Nurses, doctors, clergymen, many men and women,
Hugged and cradled me as if I was for all men.
Now I shall speak of my days in the world;
Going chronologically so that all everything is called
To mind and seen as I see them myself.
If the heavenly realm and humanity is ready, then enjoy yourselves:
FIRST DAY:
The bells were tolling as I came in to the earth,
Ending at the twelfth stroke as i had said,
And heaved twelve times as I was cleaned by the doctor
On call to my home, who scrutinized my face with rigor:
T'was as if he did not believe I was a normal baby
And was just out to clarify his doubt. How searchy!
But..He had the right to believe so
For my arrival on earth was poor.
Normal babies cry to announce their arrival
On earth per se to join in human slavery as constitutional:
I merely kicked and furtively gazed through ajar eyes
At all who appeared, awaiting my cries.
Hundreds of people were soon in my home
TO welcome me because i had come
Strong and healthy, Strong and healthy;
At the time when the family was wealthy.
My earthly mother had been rushed to the hospital
Because of some impervious pains which grew so tall.
Soon there I followed to be lactated
Despite her failing health.
My earthly father was the Sheik of the Moslem Community
In the town. It was indeed a large periphery,
Out-growing those of other religions.
Sheik Modigbo was his name from tradition.
As the day grew old many people arrived
To behold the baby and touch it because much could be derived
From the first child and son of the Sheik of the Land.
Let them come and enjoy my great tan.
I was lactated and left to sleep in peace,
While earthly mum was cared for by a Miss;
A beautiful doctor who had caressed my face,
Setting everything burning in place.
My eyes were close as always and body still-
With the impression that I was asleep on the hill
Of peace and happiness.
How feignacious! What a distress!
At midnight I was asleep-
Gone to my real world so deep,
In the fabrics of the universe
Where stood the famed Mount Everest.
[TO CONTINUE..]
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Where am I? What’s happening to me? What am I doing here?
I try to remember, my mind is clouded with a terrible fear.
I remember!
I was lying in an operating theatre with lights shining down on me
Slowly I recalled what had happened. I saw the oncoming tree
Headlights blazed and then the darkness. I swerved but couldn’t stop
I saw myself lying in the road, and then I saw a traffic cop.
The light, the bright dazzling light was blinding me.
Wondering in the ether, a restless nomadic spirit free.
I moved in a slow and airless motional way
Following my instincts I fought to stay
The surgeons were trying to save me, I knew this
But now I was free from pain and that was bliss
I remember!
I don’t know how I knew this. I was numb from the shock of it all
I floated along the ether I heard the heavens call
I was out of body and just a soul, a lost soul without a doubt
I wanted to tell the surgeons, I was here but I couldn’t shout
Was this the end? Oh no! This can’t be happening to me!
Here I am I haven’t gone, I am still here can’t you see!
The three magic rocks will save me won’t they? Where are they now I must find
Were they just thoughts in a dying dream or a figment of my mind?
The light is calling it wants me to go I follow the heavenly glow
I am too young to leave this world oh please don’t make me go
I remember!
My journey isn’t over and I plead with the powers that be
You don’t want me to go there yet, you really don’t need me
I may not have been an angel but my heart is in the right place
You can’t take me away from here; I am part of the human race
As I travelled along to my destiny, whatever that may hold
I felt myself being dragged along, I can’t die! I am not that old
This is the end of my journey; I fear I may have died
I don’t know what is in store for me, I really could have cried
The light disappeared abruptly; drawn back to my body so
Did those magic rocks save me? That I will never know
(Entered in Constance La France's contest)
Something's in the
air tonight, my spirit
is amiss, the
atmosphere
caresses like a
mother's gentle kiss,
the wind blows like
a garden tool to
keep my language
clean, the
moonlight hits the
chrome 380, makes
my right hand
gleam.
I turn from out the
open window,
dancing shadows
boast, the room is
bare except the bed
that's more
compact than most,
the woman laying
on it, color skin like
buttered toast,
she's just a tad bit
nervous being
handcuffed to the
posts.
I look at her
imagining it's Lisa
bounded there,
which isn't hard to
do since they both
have that same
brown hair,
that sparkles when
the sunlight hits it
from a mile away, I
hope that God
forgives me since
this girl will die
today.
I still can't get to
Lisa, there's an
order that restrains,
the judge thought
me insane like muy
loco in the brain,
they kept me
locked in chains
while all 4 seasons
went and came, I
now will show the
lot of them how
deeply true love
stains.
Her body as I walk
towards her
trembles out of fear,
I know for sure she
sees the gun but I
don't really care,
but then she starts
to cry around the
sock which gags
her mouth, my left
hand grips a
hunting knife, forgot
I had it out.
In standing there I
see her eyes, a
smoky color gray, it
makes me think of
Lisa back when we
were both ok,
but time stands still
for no one, life
progresses day by
day, old memories
like smoke just
dissapate and fade
away.
The room door
kicks in suddenly,
will wonders ever
cease? It looks as
though somebody
went and holla'd at
police,
before I can inquire
on who dimed me
to the fuzz, 3
bullets hit my chest
and spine as I then
hit the rug.
Through the
ensuing madness
that I now bare
witness to, I feel
those slugs have
stopped by vertabre
and chipped a few,
cause I feel no
sensation from my
chin descending
down, they saved
this one but I've left
many women all
through town.....
I love you Lisa.
As I waited on the Constable I wondered why the
gate was open and the front door locked, by whom?
The Constable arrived blowing his horn at the front gate
in an old Dodge pick up, real old Dodge Pick up
It looked as though the whole bed was full of wood,
God I don't need that much, I thought to myself
Howdy Thar Richard, he said in that Maine drawl
I brought your wood for ya, take what ya need
Tell me Richard, you shur ya want to do this?
never too late ta change tour mind ya know
To go home I mean, no one bendin your arm here
No Constable, I'm sure I want to check this place out
Names Arlin, Arlin Danforth, though most folks call
me Zeeke, Thats what you can call me too, if ya like
Neva been a man set on formalities and all
Sounds good...Zeeke, I'm Rick as we shook hands
We finished loading the firewood in my SUV, I took
about half, and told him thanks a lot for the wood
If ya need anything else, give me a call on that portable
phone ya got thar, with that he left, in that old Dodge
When I arrived back at the front door, I went up
the porch fumbling with the key Zeeke just gave me
for the door, and found it not only unlocked, but open
about two inches, The same door I knew was locked.
So it begins, at that point I figured I had best retrieve
my EMF meter and take a look around a bit, before bringing
my things in the house. My EMF ( Electro-magnetic field)
meter was turned on and ready, just in case, well ya know
If there was any paranormal activity going on around
me it would light up in a flash, it had seven lights depending
on the level of activity, with no lectricity as Zeeke would say
any reading it showed would be subject to investigation
To my right was a staircase winding it's way up stairs
with a window (uncovered) about the only one, lighting
up most of the area, and most of the entry way
as I grew near the staircase the meter sounded, four out of seven.
Well now!
To be continued
When I was just a boy, growing up in Chicago
My best friend was "Jimmy", who loved the monsters so!
He was younger than me in more ways than one,
But I enjoyed my time with him...we always had fun.
One year for Halloween he bought monsters to build,
Needing my help, we painted and glued and every cavity filled.
There was Dracula, Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and the Mummy,
Resplendently painted, delicious and yummy.
Each was about 12 inches high
With features that would make a little one cry.
We set them in a window box with a black light behind
Turned off the house lights for a real "Trick or Treat" find.
Jimmy went out in to get his share of the goodies, too
And when he came back, there was more than enough for us two.
What really struck me that Halloween night,
Was the five foot ghost, below the street light.
Truly a sight to behold it was there,
And to more than one person did it give a scare.
Its white shaded body was like none I had seen
With a face of a gorgon, I was ready to scream.
It just stood there on the sidewalk watching the kids at the door
You can believe that those kids always got more.
I watched this ghost go up and down the street
Watching the youngsters getting their sweets.
Then, I realized, it was Jimmy's mom dressed in a sheet
It covered her over, from her head to her feet.
The mask that she wore was a scary one
But like the monsters in the window, just done for fun.
That fluorescent face I will never forget
I didn't care for monsters...with little regret.
Her costume rocked me to the core that night
For the first time I saw it, I had a real fright.
For I had never expected to see an adult
Dress up in costume, much less the occult.
So that is the Halloween that I remember the most
When a lady I knew, dressed up as a ghost.
The Constable asked me if my elevator went all the way up
how cute, I assured him it did, and knew what I was doing
I assured him that I would be fine, and probably only needed
a day or two to find the answers to my questions.
Well, I suppose it's alright, but thars no lectricity
nor whater neither for that fact. Hasn't been for a long time.
I told him that I had plenty of gear and food, and noticed
some chimneys, I just needed some firewood for the fireplaces.
So I asked him where I might get some. Sure I do he said
and told me he had plenty on his farm and would be glad to
let me have some, which he offered to bring by, but he
would only go as far as the front gate, he wouldn't come inside.
I chuckled at that and told him he had a deal. We agreed on a time
to meet at the gate. It was already two in the afternoon and I wondered
how time went so quickly. It seemed like I had just arrived. I had
come into town a little after 10 am passing Old Knob Hill road.
I finally made it back to the old house, where there was placed
in front an old Gothic style gate, kind of creepy looking at that.
The gate was rusty and stiff,but was still fairly easy to open
to my surprise, and it wasn't locked.....Creepy indeed.
I drove to within about fifty feet of the front door, I figured that
was close enough, and turned my SUV around to point towards
the front gate, just to be on the safe side mind you. I have been
told I am crazy, maybe, but I'm not stupid last I knew.
While I waited for the Constable, I decided to unload my SUV and
move everything to the front porch, since the door was locked( I checked)
So I could carry all the firewood in one trip since I was eager to get started.
I was hell bent to debunk this old house as being just an old house.
Continued in Pt.3
THE JOKER
Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a limb off my tree.
Why did you leave that note on my wall?
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared I'm sleeping with one eye open~ and the lights on.
Sigh"
A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again?
I hear this tune playing in my head.
Laughing and Laughing!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread?
This tune is making me shiver and quiver like a kid.
Your watching me slither back into my bed.
This laughing!
This tune I fear!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow of my red.
"FINALLY!"
I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??
A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.
Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.
I am still P.D., and your masquerade is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.
A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already singed my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.
from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER *from the pub*
I apologize the next time you see (**). in my poems, such as (SH**T),
Ha Ha that is (shoot) not what you think. ///THANK YOU/// Have a good day...
and enjoy the re-posted of my poem,..LOVE p.d.
A tall and lanky woman appears with crimson eyes
she seems to be absent but I see through her disguise
she's beautiful and cunning, with a morbid look and dazed control
her beauty is hidden in her sense, her calmness, and her pull
her pulling is her undesirable look which seems to make me anxious
I feel as if only she and I can understand that she makes sense
she stares at me from her corner space with eyes mysteriously doubled
I realize her thoughts, that modern teenagers leave her troubled
the emptiness in her eyes helps me believe her empty heart
to not believe how lucky we are is tearing her apart
she stands there in silence, holding hands with herself
accepting she's alone, only her and no one else
how long has she been standing there ?
with her hands cupped and her pulled back hair
she stands perfectly just staring out into our world
as if she's been there her entire life, waiting since she was a girl
her hair is pulled back, with wavy locks down by the sides of her head
her hair is back to show acceptance to the wavy locks- indicating her struggle to be fed
her elongated body and slim shoulders make her appear sick
however, the sickness that you see in her is building rumors that are to thick
though the thoughts in you minds and the fear in your hearts is a disgusting overrating
she is not vile nor demented, to you, she's simply intimidating
her skin is almost glowing with her desire to set you strait
she will not be judged she will not be scorned, yet you insist on hate
her sentimental face is distorted but embracing
her leaning neck is her reaction to the crooked world that she is facing
still she manages her pain, she releases it by being lost in her mind
the same thought lingers in her mind, that everything changes over time.
Black and white
two beautiful shadows in the night
I am waiting on mine
in my window, I wait for thee
once the clock strikes one am
then two, then three
I feel a deep rush within
like a wave hitting the sand
where are you?
I am waiting
the thought of your lips
so close to mine
wrapping me, in a bind
your love
your spirit of love
enslaves me in secret chains
nowhere to leave to
but wait here for you
in my window, I wait for thee
the cold, old house creeks
the hush of my sleeping dwellers
I dare not speak your name
into existence
until I see your form
creeping, slowly
toward me, boldly
like a lion stalking its prey
circling my heart, ready to pounce
covertly crawling your body
onto my woven nest of wool and feathers
you whisper, "How I have missed the taste of you"
my body has ached for such familiarity
waiting with the moon
for you to return to me
in my window, I waited for thee
Silent solitude no more
my window is my lovers door
hold me in such tender embrace
no second of tonight
available to waste
his hands trace my body
like a painter with his brush
the moon casts a silver glow
over our warm naked bodies
fingertips graze my lips
gently, as if glass that can break
"pull my hair" I tell him
all my waiting, I want him to give me
all that I can take
every winter kiss
he plants on my back feels
like frostbite
the clock strikes 5 beats
too soon
as we watch the silent moon
shine over our love
in the window I waited for thee
Migrate into the darkness
from this cold dark mansion
only to return tomorrow
a warm kiss to keep you warm
into the night in which you came for me
midnight madness will strike again
tomorrow, in my window, I wait for Love...
For the moment let's get intimate
forget the lyrical sentences
I'm out spoken/heart broken
I'm everything I wasn't
something that I never I was
In Love so deep,
sometimes I think how I got this way
and I gotta cry myself to sleep.
I sweet talked my way into her head
worked my way down to her jeans
but... I see a lot y'all
looking at me funny so I'll
explain to you exactly what I mean
you see, she approached me
when I was vulnerable & hurt
I met her at the bar scene
wit that little two top & little mini skirt
she spoke I spoke back
but while I was busy trying to relax
she was busy trying to fade to black
You see I needed her as much as she needed me
she believed in me and... I trusted her
she loved me and I lusted after her
but while these events were occurring
I guess she felt it was necessary
to talk me into going home with her
so I wouldn't have any worries
but when you're with a perfect stranger
sometimes it could get scary
so I tried to act like I was in a hurry
but she saw right threw me
maybe because my vision was a little blurry.
The intimacy I'm speaking of
goes a little deeper than love
burns a little more than slugs
and it bleeds more internally than the lost of blood.
The more intimate we got
the more I was feigning for her a lot
you know... the type love with every
moment you spend with her
be feeling like you shot,
thats what this is
it's a lethal injection and even though
we just met it wasn't no second guessing
because sometimes when you with the
opposite sex, just with eye contact
it can make you feel so wet.
Two years later I love her
but... she hates me
so since we ain't making love physically
It's just...
Lyrical Intimacy