Sonnet Mystery Poems

As human beings, we are born with souls;
and undisclosed to us, within them lie
the mystery of God's magnetic poles
which draw us to Him till the...

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The love of God is a priceless blessing
An affection mightier than fire
Empty grave; the saints, forever singing
To die for me was his greatest desire

Shall I...

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Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would...

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When songs of joy are sung, deep and full-throated,
     Gay lines of cheer blissfully oft' may spring;
but songs sung happily hide...

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Seeping and crawling came my fear.
I couldn’t see it very clear.
Tension mounting as it came near,
Transforming it into a tear.

Anxiously waiting, couldn’t hear,
My eyes were...

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Clouds of many forms, shifting in the sky,
Fading in and out, quietly passing by.
Seeing floating forms in full animation,
Requires a reset of mind’s vibration.

For one...

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I raised my sight towards the heavens and stared deep into the still night

On earth I have seen many wonders, but none like the sky...

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Does life to anyone really make sense?
Or is all mankind actually this dense?
God’s offer of wisdom and truth to man,
When accepted, we seldom understand.

Sometimes blinded...

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Away from the noise of that traveled one,
and let them make time with that nature map.
It seems challenging yet in the long run,
if they target...

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beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an...

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Who can resist the call of ocean waves
whispering as they lap against the shore?
Who can stand firm against that which enslaves?
Return passionate melody ardor?

How many...

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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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Midnight Hauntings Of Old Man Turner's House


Daylight's silver fingers haunt the old home
Ghosts stay there haunting and at night they roam
So eerie when they together...

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Fed but little, I have still written much,
Not bound to some code or a stale cliche.
My poetry springs from organic touch.
How odd - for 'tisn't...

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Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs

When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced...

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