Mystery Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#mystery
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
31st Jan 2025 2:32am
Truth
If every day were sunny then every day couldn't be sunny.For days to be thought of as sunny there must have been days when it wasn't sunny.
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
Paradise is only paradise because we know it's opposite. Joy is only joy because we know it's opposite.A fast car can only be fast if we know what a slow car is.Our brains are wired for comparisons and opposites.
Even in heaven God would have to take everyone to hell occasionally just so they knew the difference.....lol
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
29th Jan 2025 9:12pm
Secrets - Creaking Floorboards
They say that you and I never went to Vince Macarthur's house, only Gordon did. But I did go, and so did you. I remember the three of us going and I remember the house well. The faded curtains. The musty smells. The shabby carpets. The elusive dancing shadows behind the loose banisters on the staircase. The torn settee by a pile of dusty newspapers. The purple vase in the corner with a fine wiry pattern etched in the glasswork. The metal guard around the gas fire. Model aeroplanes in the sitting room. Spitfires. Lancaster Bombers.
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
The whole place had a dark and gloomy...
#fear
#friendship
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
59 reads
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
25th Jan 2025 9:56pm
Secrets - The Email
Email to Robert Holmes
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
Sent Friday 14 September
Sender: Lana Holmes
Subject: Greetings from Mom
Message: Robert, how wonderful it was to receive your email and hear all your exciting news. I'm so pleased you're enjoying school and still writing those beautiful animal stories of yours. Your teacher Miss Lyons sounds lovely. I'm so pleased everything's working out between you and Mel. I'm in the South of France with a girlfriend, but we'll try to fix something up. Not a word to your dad.
Take care and see if you can find a quick moment to write to me...
#deception
#mystery
#separation
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
24th Jan 2025 3:54am
Drifting Whispers ...
Drifting yes we all drifting in meaning,
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.
Echolure calls from misted past,
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,
Driftember leaves begin to flow.
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,
Mistril sighs and fades away. ...
#mystery
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
23rd Jan 2025 3:47pm
Secrets - Kerry
Can't you get a taxi?' Mel says when I phone to tell her that I'm too drunk to drive home.
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
'It will cost a bit,' I say.
'A few pounds.'
'I just feel I should sort this business out with Gordon while I have the chance.'
'Fine. Well, have a nice evening with your friend.'
She hangs up on me. Definitely cross. I join Gordon in the pub again. He's sitting with a large group of twenty-somethings, professional looking people, in the main room, talking about the gym. The receptionist with the henna coloured hair is there, playing...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
81 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 2:49pm
8th Jan 2025 2:49pm
Pulp Fiction
"Trust not the heart, for it's a dance"
As the dark becomes the hunter
into the fray before dawn breaks
In a labyrinth where echoes dwell
of murmurs fraught with wilting grief
Wearing a fedora of haunting fatale
behind a shadowed door of faded memories
As the dark becomes the hunter
into the fray before dawn breaks
In a labyrinth where echoes dwell
of murmurs fraught with wilting grief
Wearing a fedora of haunting fatale
behind a shadowed door of faded memories
#dark
#mystery
#night
136 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
27th Dec 2024 12:13pm
Secrets - Freddy
The gym in Burrington draws me back and I go to see Gordon Day again. We arrange to get together for a drink at the weekend. Mel's far from happy when I tell her, especially as I promised her I wouldn't. Hoping to calm things, I take her and Robert out for dinner on Friday evening, sticking to soft drinks so she can enjoy a glass or two of wine with her pasta dish, but I can see she's concerned (and annoyed too) over my renewed contact with Gordon.
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
Saturday, we spend most of the day rambling near the hilly mill town of Hebden Bridge. The weather's warm and windy. Sunlight trickles...
#friendship
#mystery
#risk
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2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 5:06pm
20th Dec 2024 5:06pm
Secrets - The Contact
Yeah, I have a secret journal. Case notes relating to you. After the crowbar attack, Lana asked me to let the past go – which I did. Maybe not entirely, though. When Lana left during the summer, I created the secret journal, encrypting the content for privacy.
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
#memories
#mystery
87 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
118 reads
5 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 7:35pm
11th Dec 2024 7:35pm
NoI NoU
Who am I ?
Who are we ?
Only thoughts that's all !
Not flesh, not blood.
No thinking
then no you.
No thinking
then no I.
All of us exist solely in the mind.
Where else could we be?
Are we in the mind or is the mind in us.?
Ephemeral.....what a nice word.
Who are we ?
Only thoughts that's all !
Not flesh, not blood.
No thinking
then no you.
No thinking
then no I.
All of us exist solely in the mind.
Where else could we be?
Are we in the mind or is the mind in us.?
Ephemeral.....what a nice word.
#mystery
68 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 4:25am
11th Dec 2024 4:25am
Lucid Dreams of Bowling Alley Men
He had straight blonde hair and was young.
Perhaps I was too
He showed me a large, luxurious bedroom with many windows
I loved it,
but it was a guest room.
Who was he?
He worked at a bowling alley.
Wha?
No...
Well, maybe it's okay
He showed me another beautiful guest space.
Why?
And what made him keeper of the keys?
I change into a clingy, champagne-colored dress
It looks great
How is this possible?
He's wonderful
He's an idiot
No, he's perfect
but he's...
Perhaps I was too
He showed me a large, luxurious bedroom with many windows
I loved it,
but it was a guest room.
Who was he?
He worked at a bowling alley.
Wha?
No...
Well, maybe it's okay
He showed me another beautiful guest space.
Why?
And what made him keeper of the keys?
I change into a clingy, champagne-colored dress
It looks great
How is this possible?
He's wonderful
He's an idiot
No, he's perfect
but he's...
#dreams
#mystery
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