Best Clues Poems
Monday morning clues
What did they do on the weekend?
The smiling ones
Do they mean it
Or are they hiding their truth?
Did their wives beat them?
Did their dogs hurt their feelings?
We all wear our masks
Especially on Mondays
Revealing nothing.
Scrambled Clues…
Night has fallen
The fog settles over the land
Only in closeness
Can you see the faces
The eyes closed, windows against torrid rain
While ideas flash and beat the mind
Helplessly watching
Waiting for the escalator to reach the top
So you may step into daylight
But in daylight
The fog drifts to the water
Always a step ahead
Blinding me to the depths
Through which I am falling
Please someone
Help me
I am losing my mind
And as of yet not certain,
Even faintly aware,
Of when night will fall again
Bringing with it,
The soothing rain of darkness
For my brother Gregory.
On11- He may be sad, you may not be.
On 14- If it were a detergent, Billy Mays would be a natural!
On 13- His picture will appear soon, and often.
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
Airborne chameleons
in the snow-blown morning:
dull white, grey gulls flying,
silently disappear
against dull white, grey clouds.
Sun slowly rises.
Up from the tree tops,
Bringing crisp surprises.
Birds appearing as props,
Awaiting fresh new crops,
Spring has arrived, so awaited.
Morning star pry open my eyes.
Fresh coffee brews now abated.
Brightens senses without disguise.
Willing my soul to look at the skies,
Stepping outside, crispness alerts me.
All my perceptions are found true.
As I find a fortune to glorious degree.
White clouds fluffed in sky of blue.
Spring has come, all these are a clue.
date written 02/11/2012
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name english quintain a spring day
All of a sudden there are blues
Compose with your clues
With secrets and lies
Where your feelings die
You should have known what it meant
When there is abandonment
Leaving feelings of discouragement
For the one that believes in what you meant
Left with no spoken language
That left you with an extrenous luggage
Luggage from your own distress
That left you with no happiness
And that of which kept you away
From your own way
And currently surviving
Actually breathing but not living.
Clue No.1) It can be associated with keyboard humor.
2)Yikes / Strikes, Thumbs In Dykes!
Good Luck!!! Please email to Super Quiz Poetry Contest comments, AND to me
at Quasarttt228@aol.com....since so far I have been (with typical Tomfoolery!!)
unable to retrieve any entries....I told you I need a "check-up from the neck up",
did I not??? Thanks, and may the best poet win!!!! tom
Finally, first clues, sorry for the health related delays;
Part No.1- Original poser; "It might be related to a hungry person eagerly
devouring a hero sandwich ravenously."
Today's clue; "One might say said sandwich has an inbred hostility towards any
such would-be eater."
Part No.2- "Adults and tots play with it's parts."
Today's clue: "California Gold Rush."
Part No.3- "It moves from state, but uses neither automobile nor plane."
Today's clue; "It may allude to something you'd display in your living room,
although in a risky place."
Bonus Question- "If things go ever more poorly,
And you can no longer find,
Your confusion award, You may
find these two words on your sword."
Today's Clue "Sometimes "Pennies From Heaven"
have a long wait before the drought
eases."
Sorry for the delay, Contest ends, as ammended, in last note. Good Luck!!
Form:
Bumper rusted with dents
Alley in the rear dark and tense
Coming around a behind the fence
Knife’s with gilded hilt shows finger prints
They would never catch him for they were not global thinkers.
Good ole’ boy thinkers who were not forensic experts in any way.
Stale men who had not been through police training for so long,
They let people walk through the clerk’s blood trail at the first murder scene.
Sheriff Dickerson was a nice guy,
but he was a born and bred small town fish.
His deputy, Chet, followed him around like a puppy,
asking him questions
And he had been his deputy for nigh onto twenty-six years.
I had been their school teacher; neither had taken to books. Dickerson was a math whiz.
The only thing Chet could do was run track, so he did that.
I raced down there the second I heard about the second murder.
“Miss Marnie! What are you doing here?” they asked. Dickerson gave me a smile.
Chet glowered at me.
He has held a grudge since I flunked him in second grade.
“Don’t you think it odd that this is the second murder in the same store?” I asked them.
“What clues do you have?”
They gave me all of their clues, I was their teacher, right?
“I cannot help you with this one, I told them. Not enough clues.”
“We know he was wearing a blue hat,” Chet said.
“And he was driving a black car.”
“I drive a black car,” I told them. “Want to look it over?”
Even Chet laughed.
I made my way down to that store for
murder numbers three, four, and five too.
They gave me all their clues.
I went home, satisified.
They thought it had been a man. Wrong.
They thought he was wearing a blue cap. Wrong.
They thought it could not possibly be me.
Wrong.
This is a poem of a little bit of insight.
You can call it a step or a guide to follow your own light.
Nocturnal vs Diurnal are opposites in facts.
But do you know which one you need to enact?
Humans can represent both that much is true.
But do you know how to follow the universe for the right clues?
The sun warms our seas & provides life-giving light.
Help providing food and trees, that illuminate and make the days so bright.
The moon is seen at its brightest at night.
And has created pathways for humans for thousands of years with certain starlight.
Though both are opposites, they are one in the same.
For one without the other and our world would never be the same.
Moral of the story is humans come from the same life of stream.
But as we age and grow older, we are meant to be guided by our own light & dream.
Though our dreams are not identical.
And our paths may be a little skeptical.
If followed all the way, it will leave our hearts feeling plentiful.
And our minds being fulfilled & poetical.
So if someone is trying to deteroriate you on your path.
Just remember this poem and remember to do the math.
For we share different dreams but our hearts beat as one.
Like the moon and the sun, when life on this planet was created & just begun.
yes, it is this angular moment
when every thing is a symbol
if the beetle lands on the swollen finger
if the left eyelash blinks disorderly
this game is lost
the ash that will soil everything
is in front of the mirror putting on makeup
it's no use filling everything with colored pencils
serve dreams at coffee time
or pretend it doesn't exist
this time to fall to your knees
pick some roses around
and decorate what you can
I just thought it was good to let you know
He used to be a hoarder of clues
would keep them in a mind-binder.
Imagine the surprise
when all the clues turned into blank pages
It happens,
a person has a thousand ways
to figure out this world.
He thought he saw some patterns
in this messy conundrum of reality
He had conjectured – had formed workable theories
had constructed reasonable solutions for all the big puzzles
that bewildered and bedeviled other folks.
Then poof….all his clues became unglued.
Now he knows nothing for sure
He tries to write
about all the clues he once had
but he has lost faith in clues
especially missing clues,
even when they seem to hint at answers
point to explanations or breakthroughs
or allude to a better understanding,
one as clear as daylight perhaps -
not even.
He doesn’t trust the clear light of day either
but wonders now
what that light is hiding?
Miss Barker, let me say a word,
though this to many seem absurd.
Your attitude I find pragmatic,
not judgmental, not dogmatic.
So poetry is not your strength
though some will go to any length
to immortalize themselves in verse,
writing dogerell, if not worse.
Avoid concerns to you so alien.
Be what you are, a Pomeranian.