Best Agatha Christie Poems

Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama...

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It's OK
that you don't have much to say
Your words are kept on paper
For your eyes to savor
It doesn't matter that your best friends
Are Agatha Christie...

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Writers! Writers!  Write what you know.
That's what they say, all the pro's.
Phooey on that gobbledygook.
I mean, get real, take a good look.

Let's say you...

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Hello! My name is Bastian. Join me, please.
		I'm a beleaguered youngster in a book,
		The NeverEnding Story. Read with me
		here in my cozy little attic nook.

		I...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
 ...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale
left mists of winter in its trail
her thoughts turned to the past to look
at greenway and the paths she took
where...

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"A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes...

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In my child’s mind a gumshoe sleuth detective 
that would be me.
Nancy Drew or Ms. Marple, invented by Agatha Christie.
Trixie Belden and Honey too, 
there...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood :...

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“The Lost Daughter”



Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday
She sat in the Waiting Room, 
the place smelled too sterile, 
Antiseptic wash, 
rank clean with...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My...

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My simple library contains no fancy morocco-bound tomes,
Like those found in majestic castles and rich folks' homes.
But the books on its shelves that I truly...

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Is God a Woman?



Love.

Nothing is fair
in love and war.

Mother 
carries the load
ripped open ripe torn

gives birth. 

Who’s the better 
stronger one
in this war?

Puts her child...

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Secret Adversary


I view your effort
With a lot of piety:
You seem to bomb
A deserted city!
You need surveillance
You need espionage
To flash me out
Out of camouflage.
Yours is noise...

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