Best Christie Poems

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

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Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate

Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find...

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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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I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
·
I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are...

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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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Solar Plexus  ( Sun of The Soul )

Tiphereth

Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to...

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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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She is Poet Laureate,Honored   ESTEEMED     Among old , young on the    SOUP
She is a Mother of...

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My path’s uninterrupted as I float near the ground
Passing through the colors of rainbows that surround

My song is softly playing in the breeze of the...

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Frightened by the darkness of this eerie night

Crystal eyes cracked, by the horror of its sight

A phantom amid the forest of these petrified trees

Of barrened...

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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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