Summer Mystery Poems

It’s got to be routinish, I presume
The sun was glinting on the captain's polished rudder
The banks of Avon, clenched in gorgeous summer bloom
Spread silence, with...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.

An unparalleled...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was...

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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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I was an unfathomable mystery writer, producing novels for ardent readers,
Much like a mystery of vanishing pearly moon, as sun comes up to greet her.

My...

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Salvation in an App Store?

By Mark D. Stucky
Google Maps won’t work
for the way I feel lost.
Is there a salvation app
I can install on my phone
to...

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Here’s a cyclist riding down the sunny road
He rides light, just like he wants, without a load
He rides into the summer, to the depth of...

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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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Bamboo flickering
Grasshopper leaps from the leaves
What else is in there...

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I'm afraid O world of Verse! 
From hands of wilful callous death
It may be so that I may cease
Before I render thee my breath,

Thou stand...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one...

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By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of...

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