Enigma
Split!
The earth shakes.
The weather changes,
To bring heartache.
The seasons are overlapping,
And no one can explain.
Accept to say...
A global warming is being displayed.
No comrephension comes of it.
A mystery that is hidden...
Complex and void of understanding.
Comes without invitation and sits.
An enigma to confuse and sustain.
To maintain and delude!
Diluting a mindset conscious.
Afflicting a fear into the mix.
And pulling away from a normalcy,
Once fit to strut...
In denouncements of nonconformists,
Who utter objections to a way of life.
In an enigma they are!
Between an ascent that descends upon them...
A turning point that spins away from 'reason'!
For purposes to clear,
And begin anew.
Whether or not,
Agendas scheduled to address it are made.
This enigma values not the thoughts of man.
Or desires to control on demand.
This is an evolution that visits.
To transfix what was...
With all elements perceived,
Involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
quote by Umberto Eco
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But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
quote by Umberto Eco
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The origin of the Basque language is still a great enigma. Its future is an even greater enigma.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Girl in the Green Dress
Girl in the green dress
What are your intentions?
You are spellbound with thoughts
But enigma upon enigma
Conceals your secret heart.
Girl in the green dress
What are your aspirations?
The more I sense your spirit
The less I seem to know.
Girl in the green dress
What are your realisations?
Or perhaps you prefer to hide
Behind the shadow of your words.
poem by Phillip Gallant
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Whatever the Weather
Whatever the weather
They’ll tether the weather
Whether we like it or not
Spinning tales of global warming
Hidden in facts hard to deny
Hand in hand they invite us in
Duplicity helps… I cannot lie
Still the clouds reveal the tool
Punching holes in the ionosphere
Searching for unlimited fuel
Cannibals that show no fear
Tesla’s work in the hands of fools
Reckless in their thirst for power
The earth slows down, presently
The weather changes by the hour
Floods, Cyclones, Earthquakes
On scales never before seen
Intensified search for power
Shakes the earth on its axis
Experiments pierce the sky
Deaths Angel plays this Haarp
Slicing through the ionosphere
Disrupting nature yet unknown
Cause and affect the code ignored
Blundering on the woodpecker
Removes, disturbs, unbalances
Waves rise, Earth plates twisted
Unleashed power, brings devastation
Distracted, whilst they weave
Consequences of the deadly games
Hidden in full sight, beneath our skies
Masked in tales of global warming
Conspiracy theories hide their lies
Lust for power will cost the earth
Flight of fancy or of fear
We’ll know tomorrow,
Tomorrows here…
Whatever the weather
They’ll tether the weather
Whether we like it, or not.
.
poem by Adrian Wait
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Divination
It's demanding even in hindsight.
It's hard to see a connecting light…?
When it's apparent all around is night.
So who can foretell a hidden knowledge?
When enlightenment; comes only to those
On a skiff afloat on, thoughts, past tense.
After; a long interlude of inner voyage
Whom amongst us; can still be inspired
By that enigma of understanding, that
Day follows night that dawn follows sunset.
Divination…
It's difficult even by this hindsight.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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WiND oF CHaNGe...
Wind Of Change made me a call
To better my life, my inner, my all
To revive my Heart, my Mind, my Soul
Wind Of Change helped me to soar
To leave the cruel fields of War
To knock the Peaceful Heaven’s Door
Wind Of Change turned the last page of sadness
To begin in the Name Of GOD the well of gladness
To forget the mournful years of vanity, of darkness
Wind Of Change brought a warm breeze
To alter my cold, to put my Heart at ease
To give the Peace’s Hand a squeeze
Wind Of Change whispered softly in my ears
“Enigma, I’ll take away all your fears”
“From your cheeks I’ll wipe the trail of tears”
Wind Of Change changed my sail course
Helped my astray boat,
To navigate without Oars
To anchor it to the Right shores…
***WithAllMyRespect
*** ThanksForReading
{January 29,2010 }
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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Russia is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.
quote by Winston Churchill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Her, I Am Just 'Moe
To most, I am Maurice-but to her, I am just 'Moe';
To most, I must explain everything, but with her, we both just know
What the other is thinking, at any given time:
We could not live OUR dreams, until we were both prime!
With others, I am quite the enigma;
With others, she must face a perceived stigma
Attached by those, who know not, our ardor:
This is a posit, with which we care not, barter!
With others, the love needs further explication-
With others, there lives varied negative sentimentation-
Yet, with us, nary does there exist doubt;
Any that may linger, we cast it out!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.
quote by Michael Stipe
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Hmmm, Something That Is Mysterious
hmm, i press the word
and lowered my face
so my eyes may see clearly
and there the enigma
slides upon itself on the monitor
the mysterious line of words
keep coming like a rain of
thoughts a train of trickles
pushing itself on the
dark tunnel begging for
an understanding something
that i cannot comprehend
completely and then i said
i like this
something so beautiful
inside my heart
and yet something so
incomprehensible... life
hmmm.... life, oh life!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Luck and Money
Lets have lunch in Majorca
Dinner in Africa
The paradox of luck
is such an enigma
it sucks
How about champagne on Ice
As I roll a box of dice
Waiting to be a struck
by an inch of luck
If I win
Surely you can have a slice
In winter or in spring
Money is everything
With money you can buy wings
and fly
Without money you can only sing
and cry
We strive everyday and pray
for luck and money
for bread and honey
You need money to eat to survive
You need money for shelter
to provide clothing to stay alive
They are only few
who fall in love with a beggar
Luck is sporadic
Completely erratic
Always in close proximity
Excuse my lack of poetic language
In this modern day and age
There is no need for us to pretend on stage
Luck has no pattern
It has no formula
It's such an enigma
When it strikes
It does not mean you deserve it
Luck and death is alike
When it visits
it does not mean it is welcome
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Gleam Of Hope
From despair to a gleam of hope
I wrote this poem to dream of hope...........
Hope is a candle in my dark
At night he is the sparkling stars
Hope is my eternal dream
In the day he's my sunbeam
Hope so special - makes my life
He saves my heart from inner strife
Hope is my window opened wide
After my rain - my rainbow guide
Hope is my perfect scenting flower
Against all strife, he gives me power
Hope fights for me heroically
While the whole world opposes me
Hope for my weakness - for my sadness
He is my strength - he is my gladness
Hope knocks my door of loneliness
His key, a sweet smile, gives me gladness
Hope is a mystery an enigma
His soft light mellows his charisma
Hope is the roots of a fruitful tree
He matures me and he makes me free!
{September 11,2009}
***a gleam of HOPE is the light of LIFE
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I cannot forecast to you the action of Russia. It is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma: but perhaps there is a key. That key is Russian national interest.
Winston Churchill in Radio speech (1939)
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Whether Who Sees It, Believes It Or Not
There are those who accept life,
Only from their perception.
And if it is not within their eyesight...
It simply does not exist.
Since the world around them...
They believe spins!
They maintain their beliefs,
Like a trained dog protecting its shelter.
And allowing just a touch from its 'master'.
Showing a devotion.
And expressing all it knows,
From lessons taught.
There is a reason why some fail,
And some succeed.
A reason why some are motivated with faith...
While others pray in waiting,
With an anticipation that is teased.
Until the Earth shakes them awake!
From the depths of their self-centeredness.
Yes...
These folks can be deep sleepers!
And there are those who observe life as it is.
By breathing and being involved with it.
Confronting and removing obstacles that exist.
Learning and growing and persistent with this!
And sacrificing something wished...
For something that has to get done!
And often quick.
Whether who sees it, believes it or not.
What is accomplished is what it is,
Regardless of who has spent their lives being deluded.
Or entertained by their own self worth and importance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Coffee Cup
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
The gypsy smiles, she knows the future, yet she lives in poverty
She came to me for advice to treasure, Help to gain prosperity
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
Leaders of the free world, need new answers, I've met them all behind closed doors
I judge them not, nor awaken their slumber
Yours is the choice of true democratic law
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
Drink your coffee, drink your tea, Either one is fine with me
I can read the future, spend some time with me
I can read the future, for a fee
Come see the future with me
Three wise men, they came a calling, to seek the savior of the modern world
Follow your star, the one not falling
Heed the advice of the challice girl
I've made fortunes, doing cartwheels, bent over backwards, to keep animoty
I'm a contrarian, do not follow, an enigma of my family tree
poem by Colin Coplin
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Beach,4 P.m. Somewhere...
as i walk along the beach
this afternoon
i give in to the child in me
picking up stones,
amazed by its colors
and shapes
i begin to make stories out
of them...stones, smaller ones,
like a creature possessed by an
enigma,
there must be an underlying
truth to its
shape, it is, as it must
be telling me about
what happens to me
after this?
is this a hurting enigma?
am i mad at my attempt to give meaning
to one without meaning?
i am interpreting a pebble
the smallness of humility the silence
of the insignificant
the wars of the sands
the struggle of the waves of the sea
chasing each other
as to who reaches the thighs of
the shore first
a mad man is reading the shores
of the sea on
a very insignificant moment of the day
the stones are writing novels
on the hot skins of the shores
people who pass me by are sparing me
of saying anything
and they refuse to look at me and give
that look
of that feeling that i must have been
one kind of
a wasted man
a child looks at me with pity
and asks, what are you doing with the pebbles?
are they speaking to you?
i am awakened by this vastness
sometimes to be found, i must experience being lost myself
in the secret labyrinths of
thought
the child is looking for play,
i do not have it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
quote by Eugenio Montale
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Chaos and Cosmos (Revisited)
Peace, pearls, pandemonium
Preserved in perturbed darkness
In the dynasty of redwood;
On Isolated island of civilization
Tombs of cradled desires
Like obscene scars;
Rainbow on Titan
Red with yearning dreams;
Rainbow on Earth
rusted in paleness;
Gazing behind the 'Sfumato'
The eyes of deception -
While the smile of enigma
Safe and secure under cover
The smile of life
Has gone away too far! ! !
poem by Deep Mukherjee
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