"mystifies" poems
The clouds today were wispy and soft
And a little like cotton candy.
The grass today was cool and green
And felt good underneath my toes.
The sky today was bright and blue
And like nothing I've ever seen.
The trees today were tall and strong
And swayed gracefully in the wind.
One blanket, one friend, one Frisbee,
Two sandwiches, two smiles, four bare feet;
Two souls enjoying nature,
One nature so beautiful it mystifies;
One summer day
Preserved forever in verse.
Oct 8, 2009
Oct 8, 2009 at 8:43 AM UTC
Watch as the words are left to savor
Listen as the room mystifies
Smell as until it can be felt
Taste as it lingers in the silence
Feel as the aroma wafts around you.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
**A fallen leaf in water,
is quite her;
pulled to all directions
simultaneously
by fickle currents,
and her steadfast
resistance,
this twisting and turning
vigorous and nervous
mystifies all,
and it is mistaken as
choreographed moves.**
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
when I write to you to tell you
of my deepest emotions
you respond with 'calm down'
as if you picture me in histrionics
wailing and pulling out my hair
which mystifies me
for I was calm all along
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 6:31 AM UTC
His awesome silence
Allays the soul
His beautiful silence
Blesses our spirit
His calm silence
Comforts our heart
His deafening silence
Dramatises His presence
His eloquent silence
Eludes all words
His frequent silence
Finalizes all questions
His glorious presence
Gratifies the senses
His Holy silence
Hushes our being
His incredible silence
Illuminates our minds
His judicious silence
Judges all matters
His kingly silence
Kindles a flame
His long silence
Lingers all night
His mysterious silence
Mystifies His aura
His necessary silence
Negates all doubts
His outstanding silence
Outdoes our interference
His peaceful silence
Precedes all victories
His quick silence
Questions our motives
His royal silence
Restores the poor
His sudden silence
Surprises the proud
His tangible silence
Touches the searching
His unique silence
Unravels all misconceptions
His voiceless silence
Visits the hasty
His wonderful silence
Washes all fears
His X-ray silence
X-irradiates our consciences
His yuletide silence
Yields to reflection
His zesty silence
Zooms into prosperity
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
let me tell you the story
of the girl who laced cigarettes
with the taste of coffee
the girl who stained tissue napkins with sappy phonetics
and the guy who knew nothing of the sort
she carved heartbreak on the surface of her wrists
and broke silence with unessential questions
she wore her wounds in a tight braid
and carried her worries on the pages of a paper-back book
she described her mind as retired
from all the wars she has won and lost
she exclaims sighs of relief
and stands by the neutrality of her hopeless idealism
on the other side of the universe, however
there exists
the personification of oblivion
he betrays his race with an unrecognized voice
and words misunderstood by his own kind
he returns to his world for temporary release
of what
he is still unsure of
and yet
he is certain of the presence of sadness
he masks his isolation with a facade of self-accompaniment
and satisfies his inner desires with empty seats
he covers up his chapters with bottles of prohibition
and mystifies the tables with ashes of past regret
he sings about tomorrow as if it holds a promise
a promise of better days to come
he has gone from mountain to mountain
in hopes of a brighter view of the sun
but amidst all his travels,
he is yet to be blinded by the brightest of flames
and so,
he appears to be void
of reason
of worth
of a sense of purpose
of plans of the future
and maybe this is where the story ends.
with both their hands shaking from an overdose
with momentary glances of unread excerpts of themselves
with the unspoken truths
and with held-back melodies of lyrics still unknown
with curses of similarities
and vows of their difference
with her,
believing she already knows too much
and with him,
thinking she is yet to know more
or maybe I was wrong.
because maybe,
just maybe,
this is where the story begins.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
~
dreams of you,
they fill my mind;
dreams of us,
our hearts entwined;
inseparable we,
this you and i,
the dream we dreamed,
us unified.
from two came three,
love multiplied;
conceived a song,
it testified;
our voices sang
their lullaby;
the how, the why
still mystifies;
your heart of love
it underlies.
here... dreams of you
still fill my mind;
i dream of us,
ever entwined.
~
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
The absence of a person very much needed
Is not the reason you deserve my frustration and to be condemned
When your life celebrated
gave me fulfillment in everything
which the blind can see, has define meaning.
I will not be the father to you.
Mine was to me.
Your essence provided blessings for my youth to remain eternal.
You never failed anyone. I promise you.
I can only live one life time. Although worlds beyond the metaverse and multiverse have brought experiences and traveled multiple in dreams, to this day that still mystifies me. As your father, I am more than willing to give my life up for you. My attachment here only serves purpose to protect, empower, heal you primarily, along with queens and kings of good heart morals.
I can only leave this life time once. You only have one life armed with endless capabilities. Use them to your advantage. Never lose sight on that concept. Everyday, I chose to live for you. Because, I refuse to phantom or imagine a realm without your existence.
YOU
WILL
NOT
BE
FORSAKEN
MY SON.
Lead this world with love, which lives in you. I believe in you, and I am more than proud to be your father. You going to change something of this world with all the other babies growing to be adults.
Never stop winning!
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 11:16 AM UTC
Places where I go to conjure still mystifies me because when
engulfed in smoke and whirling mist, time slows and stops then moves again.
Some small strand of self slithers out and looks about then returns with small inspiration
Some morsel or crumb.
An otherly finger pokes in.
It plants a seed then stealthily recedes
The road lurches slowly then smoothly , tilting this way then that way.
Questing, cohesion. A bolus of inspiration.
With sticky tendrils gently unfurled
This thing makes made odd.
My wife looks at me as if,as if, as if.
Always been a bit odd.
Oblique. after all.
Weird. Round peg in a square hole.
**** it.
.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
Dear Poet:
Your poetry
throbs
amuses
delights
irritates
stimulates
sometimes incites
Mystifies
startles
unnerves
and excites
Perfectly lofty
exquisitely right
dynamic
thrilling
burning bright
brilliant
heartwarming
whimsy in flight
Provocative
magical
forever true
magnificent
moving
engaging too
So now I'll close my letter
with a plea:
Keep writing.
Take care.
Sincerely,
Me
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sometimes, I cannot help but sigh
and wonder--
wonder deep inside of me
whether I could ever be like you.
I riffle through the pages of my soul
and find a lot of them empty
Unlike yours, which seem to be bursting, blinding,
bursting, and still continuing to burst with brilliance...
So much so,
that your soul's light
has spread far and wide,
very much like sunlight's fingers
opening the morning sky curtains,
touching and warming
those who need it.
Tanglaw
each step that you take,
each breath that you exhale,
each prayer that you whisper,
each beat of your heart
Tanglaw
I receive a smile,
and chat
with that man
who you've helped change...
Because of you,
the silent man now speaks, smiles.
You sit down to rest,
I see you talking to someone,
and I am almost fooled,
since you seem like old friends.
Because of you,
the lonely strangers become kindred.
It mystifies me sometimes,
of how you never seem to get tired.
It seems like I am the one who gets tired for you,
who gets worried for your own strength...
Then I see that glow from all around,
and I am reminded how you glean from this glow.
I see you as this beautiful ball of energy--
Never static,
bouncing from soul to soul,
illuminating parts of themselves
that even they never knew existed.
It is so amazing seeing this at work,
since the next thing I know,
the place is lit up,
Alive.
...and it is all because of you.
It makes me feel unworthy at times,
but oh how it also makes me feel so proud,
that I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me.
I have a lot of catching up to do,
since it seems I am lightyears from where you are
But I will try.
I will catch the tail end of your light,
clutch to it with my life, winding it around me,
let it embrace me--tight, so tight.
And I will never let it go. Never.
Until I also begin to glow.
Until I too, become that ball of light.
Hopefully when someone
riffles through the pages of my soul,
they will not find it blank,
but filled with gilt pages of light.
Just like yours.
Bursting and brilliant just like yours.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
Where I am is somewhere sacred
Where I am is somewhere familiar
Where I am is a place hidden
behind so many recognizable traps
and unmistakable signs
It's a place so predictable
A feeling so sour
So rotten
So old
And I know I'll remember it forever
because I'll always feel the pull
Words are spoken
that are meant to change the course.
Acts reenacted
over sentiments enforced
If love were all to life
then life is mine no more
If wisdom came with age
There'd be nothing left to *****
Offered is a body, emptied
of everything it felt,
Playing one final game
with the meager cards it has been dealt.
A pattern is forming wherein nothing lasts
a hole is growing and consuming all within its path
Whatever I was before
I feel slowly molded anew
Whatever I once hoped for
my dreams now are few
spinning around one desire
one shining, brief embrace -
that lead me to believe in something
that can never be replaced.
All I am is hate.
All I give is pain.
My heart is used to grieving
over nothing
ventured or gained
whatever words i speak
whatever emotions flood my soul
it's nothingness that fills the ears
and mystifies the goal
you won't understand
whoever you are
these words aren't for you
or anyone at all
these words are simply full
of an empty, futile wish
i want to know there's meaning
i want to know there's life
beyond all the pointlessness
beyond the sharpest knife
so say what you will
say nothing at all
say you saw it coming
say you know it all
say you never loved me
say you never will
so that i can let go
and find peace in growing still
there was love, at once
true and false
there was happiness
that belied any loss
The part of me that hopes
The part of me that dies
The part disgusted by my treachery
and pathetic, selfish lies
The part of me that's hurt
The part of me that grows
Won't be satisfied by words alone
Nor his impassioned throes
It's a choice I alone must make
to sever bitter bonds
that hold me to a life so
ignorant, and memories long gone.
The change I could make today
So simple, so I've heard,
requires only mindfulness
and breaking from the herd
To become a ripple in the pond
a leaf
upon the fruited tree
so that when last breath I draw
the farthest thought will be of "me".
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Love is the blond on the corner of the street
Love is the brunette you never thought youd meet
Love is the Red head living down the rode
Love is her green eyes that make you explode
Love is the radiant blue in her eyes that makes you melt
That hazel color that mystifies is love
That feeling when your weary head raises from bed in the pit of an already churning stomach is love
A momentary loss of conciseness when she steels your breath away is love
Love is the reason you get up in the morning because you feel rite
Love is that little blind fool in the back of your mind that has you doing something you wouldnt otherwise do
Love is the whisper on the rain
Love is the shadow of the wind Love is the light in the sail that keeps you aloft, love is the sail
Love is the time you spent thinking about what you would do when yo got out
Love is the reason you were in there in first place
The reason the insane become again sane is love
The reason you go to the grocer at three in the morning and went back because you got the wrong flavor ice-cream is love
If you reading this right now and laughing and shaking your head because you understand this thats love
Not for me the paltry author of this simple poem or for the words contained herein but for the fact that youve been thinking about love and the one you love since you started reading this, thats love
Love conkers all things if you give it a chance to
Love crosses all boundaries if yo let it
Yet for all of this love is easily bound if you dont nurture it, if you dont feed it, if you dont take care of it, if you dont let it grow
If you dont do any of these things love dies like all things
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:04 AM UTC
A coy but quirky little thing
Wrapping him around her finger
Kisses to his mouth
Her dewy taste to linger.
A devious but ginger little creature
Coiling around her heart
Adding tongue to the kisses
His taste not bitter, but ****
The Fairy and the Serpent
A love so delicious it should be forbidden
Both having fiery passion
Makes them not so different.
They're sneaky and wise
But calm and collected
And when staring at each other
They see parts of themselves reflected.
He shields her with his hardened scales
And protects her with his venomous bite
She mystifies him with her glitter lust
And guides him with her magic light.
Here in their Nirvana Paradise
They've come upon a common ground
Their love is unrestrained and powerful
And a soul mate they have found.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 7:19 PM UTC
My mother always told me to salute you,
With a brisk striking motion with my hand from the head,
The first time I ever saw you,
You lowered your head and bowed to me.
You have been despised for years I told,
For hanging around battlefields and gallows long ago,
Disturbing people with your chattering call,
When from a distance heard is unmistakable.
One morning you perched on my garden fence,
The eye in the sky shone buoyant and bright,
I was surprised you didn’t shoot off,
When the patio door slid open.
But elegant you perched on my garden fence,
I tiptoed towards you tentative and slow
And stopped and looked into your brown eyes,
I never thought I would get so close.
I stroke your velvet textured head,
My long finger tickles your oily white bust,
Your two tone colour mystifies me,
A cross between a crow and a dove.
My mother always told me you symbolise,
Bad nuns, bad priests made visible again.
You shoot off and my superstition dies –
No need to salute Magic Bird, chatter-pie.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
You’re something I can’t believe
Hey there angel, no please go on
I’m so blind I should’ve known
You’d take away all my loneliness
And this is something I can’t help but to confess
My brain melts whenever you’re around
So much to say but I can’t make a sound
You’re my addiction, my only vice
I can’t believe what I see
I can’t believe you’re real
Brighter than the sun
Make my heart skip a beat
I’ve waited for so long
It runs through my head repeatedly
The idea of you just wanting me
And have someone I can call mine
I can’t keep this feeling inside
I never had this feeling before
A girl of such great candor
Your utter being mystifies
You know I just can’t believe
I can’t believe you’re real
Brighter than the sun
Make my heart skip a beat
I’ve waited for so long
Shake my world
Please be my girl
I never had this feeling before
A girl of such great candor
Your utter being mystifies
You know I just can’t believe
I can’t believe you’re real
Brighter than the sun
Make my heart skip a beat
I’ve waited for so long
I’ve known you for quite some time
Who could have known?
I had no idea you be mine
I always hoped
I can’t believe you’re real
Brighter than the sun
Make my heart skip a beat
I’ve waited for so long
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
Melancholy roots deep in me
Falsehood mystifies thee
I do not trust her
For she is cloaked in deceit
I am cautious in my journey
It may lead me to insecurity
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
i barely know you
i know more about nap experiences than i know about you
i know you have a brain
i know eyelids carry all the gravity in the world sometimes
i know everyone has body parts that have been in places they should not have been
i know everyone has forgotten about time for a while
i know you the way i know about time
i know it lingers in the back of your mind while it waits for you to think of it
i know about ironic sunshine
how it stings those days you can barely open your eyes
i know this isn't the right way to live but
i know that it isn't wrong either
i know it's uncomfortable to remember things you aren't sure whether the other person remembers
i know there were moments you felt closeness without having verbal confirmation of it even though the avoidance of your eyes deeply
mystifies me
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
The universe breathes inward through the first breath of every newborn
It exhales through an elder's last
It lights up the dark with our speech and imaginations
It arranges the stars to reflect our hopes and dreams
It mystifies itself to sharpen us
It expands itself to humble us
It welcomes us to breathe
It beckons us to believe
in universal love
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 7:28 PM UTC
A rumble of laughter not from an LOL in an SMS
but a sound from a breathless child
running in a field
not scrolling through a feed
two friends sharing secrets
in a hide out only known by two
not hiding behind a barricade
clear yet mystifies the truth
I see you smiling in front of me
As you share old stories
And dreams of what’s to come
I don’t face a pixelated picture
As I try to communicate
Face to face?
Or face to screen
Or share winky faces
As you tease me
while sitting in a room two doors down
What happened to the times when
We were connected by the strokes of the words on paper
Or the moments captured by film
And not destroyed by a single glitch of a cellular phone
There’s a ring to my name as you call
A melody in your voice
But now
since when have IM ever been better than calling a name
with your voice
we know people more by the click of a finger
than a stroke of a hand
and from 140 words
in an app
expected to chirp our secrets like songs of birds
sung to everyone
We see connection
As the strength of the wifi at the corner of our screens
Dreams are shared with every retweet and reblog
Shared to strangers
Who care about you?
Or care about the amount of followers or likes you get
Of a picture you do not own
Of an experience you have never done
Or maybe yet to do
life is not as beautiful through a screen
it is not about those minutes you spend
clicking that play button
you cannot fast forward or rewind the wasted time
sitting and waiting
as the video loads
just so
YOU
Can live their life
I sit in front of a camp fire
Hearing laughters from every side
Smiles brightening in the dark
What happened to these nights out?
the fun nights where the stars and moon were the only light source
and not the screen of the 3G phone
or when beauty was only experienced and not captured
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
bask in the glory of all of the lies
watch as everyone else mystifies
at the telling of such faux tales
the idiocy will soon tip the scales
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
The beautiful blue eyed
doll lying emotionless
can not talk to me
and you are not
that doll .
yet
every time I see her
extinguished memory fragments
glow again and tears appear magically
flowing endlessly within me
I am a cry baby
aren't I?
Every night in the moon
I see
a brown mare leap
to high five the stars
like those glances of yours
which still mystifies me
Now
I am at loss of words
In a trance, under the spell
So
Is this love's monologue?
A deep slumber
I shall never wake up from
completely fallen deep into
the eternal pool of love
placing my trust on you
what spell must I chant
to break through
to you
The perfect thing
that would bloom
the bud in you
riding blindly in the
vehicle of hope
in circles in search of
that one expression
which will catch you and
me unaware braced by instincts
into eternity but
for now
its only silence
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Tranquility upon this body of water , killdeer , blue jay , mallard and Canadian goose occupy her shore this Summer , oasis surrounded by urban sprawl , last refuge for young at heart , she mystifies to this very day.........I skip a stone across her wide , blue expanse in the name of all that protect and preserve her , young and old , and those in the nurture of the womb , with hope that they may witness her beauty in the days ahead ...........
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Oh Word,
whose language can be lily or rose,
rain, dewy cloud, scaly fish
or feathered bird,
whose music trumpets in morning
and plays out night,
orchestrates stars, speaks thunder
and sunshine.
Word, who composes lion, dolphin
or lively stoat,
inscribes wisdom in insect, gorilla
and mountain goat,
writes perfect signatures in each
atomic thing,
whose silent symphony mystifies
with symmetry.
Word, praise to thee who sang Self
into humanity
for looking we find in thy grammar
superb diversity.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
claustrophobic mask
mystifies, impoverished
agony rumbles
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC