Sad Mystery Poems

It’s true what a wise one once said…how the older and older we grow
the more and more we learn…the less and less we know.

I don’t...

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I saw no one but felt a gentle nudge, 
As I woke up, she uttered not a word, 
But beckoned, gravity of time to judge,...

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How did you get up there?
Up there in the sky so fair?,
Between the tree's bare limbs
Behind where the cloud skims

How did you get down here?
Down...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly...

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I'm repeating my life 
again, although you'll see I have
edited out quite a lot
adverts, slogans, despairs
so I hope you like 
the dimension and colour scheme
I...

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The silent song of Chester Gray, 
a murderous affair 
This quiet soul of little word, 
not known of him to share 
This eve upon...

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Only for a moment, 
Does the wind blow in the frosty fragments,
Like stories woven through the gales,
Erasing the night, the pines
With a beautiful cloak of...

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what, I wonder, did you unlock
winter songs of summer birds
in a dingy cell with clawed-at walls
in drawing rooms where princes died
and all the soldiers marching...

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*Situated in the south-western region of Mauritius, a dream island in the Indian Ocean.

Written on 9 November 2023


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So once again, you poor thing, did not appear
To help me in the game of fall and rise
It’s chilly to feel lost in mortal fear...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I...

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(1.)

A Dark Curse She Still Comes To Torture Me

O' my darling, why do you look like so ghostlike
Your creamy skin looks like burnt-over ash
Hole in...

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In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine,
Second poets tribute series, third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins

Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal
Its bright warmth into...

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it is quite hard to believe that a whole forest
a castle and all the servants were petrified
just because a crazy old lady doomed a girl
to...

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