Unravel the mysteries of life
try as you may it gets harder
~ many meant to remain unsolved
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Without much of a ceremony
one day i walked through a portal
knowing everything would be different
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
A square. Right there.
It moves closer.
Wonderment:
Why square? Why there?
Why me?
Changing shape now.
Every second counts.
No one else will see.
Why me?
The square is lost —
not there,
but once it was:
a square,
drifting toward me.
Now only lines,
perhaps.
A square-cloud
visible only to me
dissolves into nothing.
Why me?
Divine must meet whimsy before magic happens
Destinies intertwine with no roadmap
life altering chances will never come twice
~ the future is a minefield
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Just a kid
hardly knew him
Seemed friendly enough
nice smile, he wore
When I last saw him?
Oh, I dunno. Few days ago
He was walkin’ toward the river
come to think of it
Friends. Yeah, one girlfriend
though haven’t seen her lately…
Not much for sports, I don’t think
Kept pretty much to himself, you know
That’s about all I can think of
I’ll be gettin’ along now…
He didn't choose to have it in the first place
Why would he be so mean to keep it.
Just like he got it
Someday he's gonna loose it
Just like he didn't choose to have it
Loosing it definitely won't be his choice
There's alot he doesn't know about it
So who is he to think he owns it all
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
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I walked through storms with nothing but fire,
Dreams grew heavy, but lifted me higher.
ALL MY SHADOWS BECAME TEACHERS OF LIGHT,
I turned my bruises into courage at night.
I carried burdens that bent my back,
Still built bridges where the ground was crack.
BENEATH THESE HILLS, MY ROOTS HELD STRONG,
Even in silence, my spirit sang long.
The world tried caging what I could be,
But destiny whispered: “Fred, you are free.”
COURAGE REQUIRES WOUNDS TO FIND ITS SONG,
I wore the pain and still walked on.
From protector to leader, I carved my name,
Through trials and scars, I mastered the game.
DESTINY IS WRITTEN IN UNSEEN HANDS,
Yet I rise daily, to claim my own lands.
I AM THE ARCHITECT OF MY OWN CAGE,
Building freedoms eternal, from age to age.
.
yet
only when i'm
look'n
I locked my memories and dreams
No one but me is bound to know
Where have I hidden our trees
The green of grass and white of snow
The roses, the forget-me-nots
The pansies and the olive tree
And every flower in your pots
You pictured for the memory
The cacti stars in white and pink
They wonder why they came around
I’m pretty sure they can think
Especially when the sun goes down
And we are there, inside the walls
The cacti whispers in the night
Watching our shadows in the hall
Move in the rectangle of light.
Mysteriousness and sacredness
Wished words, universes, wanted new lives
Serial lives, never-ending infinity of desire
I need this life, I want this life, in my heart
I want to do it, the mystery, and the real light
The only one, the living sacredness of life
Here is not a tale of the mysterious kind
In the human world, this is just a movie of the fantasy mind
This is the secret of life, just believe me, oh life
I know the truth. I know that. The fantasy is real life
We are just living in our minds. Collectively, this is sick blind
Yes. We are blind. Open your wings, and just fly, and fly
In the space, in the sky, and find your new life in heaven
Heaven is the true world, not just a religious desire
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms.”
“This is the reality. All the words are true”, Satan said
Heavens. Universes. And Mysteriousness Sacredness is
The atmospheres of those planets
This is the reality
Everybody is a saint
If will arrive there
Listen to the wind as it shares its journey
from Puget Sound to Alderny.
It brings the sound of whispering woods
and beauties in their knitted hoods.
Who and what the blowing brings,
all is told with wings and rings.
Listen to the wind as it leaves its home
and winds its way to freedom roam.
Bones of broken mysteries
buried away in fading histories.
Never heard outside one’s tribe,
as all the bad we try to hide.
Listen to the wind as it sings its song
of good and righteous, evil and wrong.
It makes its way from here to yon
without a care for now or anon.
Objective in its path from here
and now, to nearly there.
Listen to the wind.
The perfume bottle
is not just something to hold
Rather, it's a container that offers dreams
that linger as a trace captured in the mind
from the wondrous femininity that a woman has
drawing in her intended lover
like a flower with a bee
sharing her nectar scent from a well of aroma
meant to tantalize the senses into a bouquet of desire
that will burn into memory as a reminder of time spent
with the illusion of love sought
Whenever its scent drifts through the air
causing a pause and reflection
“I use the curve of my pen to express the words within….never a problem speaking my mind, it’s just some find me hard to define, so I keep them on point when the ink leaks onto the line, but even then it’s impossible to read my mind!”
Specific Types of Mystery Poems
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