Best Csi Poems
The grass is always greener on the other side but to my surprise I was told lies. I didn’t realize until I opened my eyes. You can’t trust everybody. Some people are demons in disguise. They try to knock me down but still I rise. They try to get on my level I leave the ground and fly. See I been about mine; I watch my money sort of like a spy. Try to play me you will end up like an episode of CSI. Divas tell me Rita B don’t be so fly. Chicks try to get in the game but they not I. I come at you from a different direction; my fam don’t play you might need witness protection. No sleep, if a nigga don’t work he don’t eat. Watch your ***** coz when she see my crew she going to creep like TLC. You don’t really have to believe just watch me.
I chose
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech
HD computer screen.
A slave
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of
Clicking keys;
Depriving me
Of much
Needed rest.
I’d Search
For Love
And friendship
In a network
Of strangers,
Oblivious to
The world
Outside.
I would’ve
Made a great
Defense lawyer.
With my
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue
Common crooks,
Convicted of crimes;
From the
Confinements
Of a cell.
I’d lobby
For leniency
With lavish
Litigation laws.
Dedicating myself
To Dissembling
The Death penalty
I should’ve
Joined
The army,
A proud patriot,
Surpassing
My peers
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private,
To a more
Prominent position.
Pushing my
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.
I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting a
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct.
I should’ve
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
Always
At the
Beckon call,
Of work
Provided beeper.
Carrying out
Curative procedures,
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.
I would’ve
Made a
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to
Live my life
Through the
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them
To take on
The world
With caution
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons
Of longevity.
Disguising
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.
My choice,
Was not to
Focus on
One aspect
Of life,
But to
Experience
Them all.
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk
All paths.
I chose
All destinies.
I could’ve
Been this,
Or been that…
I should’ve
Done this,
Or done that…
I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…
Instead,
I chose to write.
A dog has been hit, flattened by a truck
The driver speeds away
The Mystery Machine is in the vicinity we are in luck
Scooby Doo on a leash, to show he's not a stray
Shaggy's Liverwurst Peanutbutter Pizza coming up at the sight of the scene
Fred, Daffeney and Thelma begin to scream
Scooby Doo lifts his nose and smells the guy
Scooby Doo CSI
Shaggy recovers and puts up the tape
Thelma take notes on the model and the make
The van now has all the portable lab props
Fred cuts off the local cops
Daffeny broke a nail and everyone stops
Daffeny acting all innocent and shy
Welcome to Scooby Doo CSI
Tire tracks say a lot when read by expert
Baretta shows up with his fancy white bird
Barney Fife shows up with his fingerprint kit
Bobby Brady is asked to leave, what a twit
Shaggy and Fred slam a six pack of Bud Dry
Scooby Doo must continue, Scooby Doo CSI
This house
older
than the cave man
gave shelter
to five generations
of loggerheads
confederate dudes
with mustaches
out of frame
Under the staircase
the skeleton
of another Scarlet
with the skull
riddled from bullets
because she went
with the handsome miller
next door
A case for CSI
Cold case
FBI
instead
outside
the demolition
crew
and the antiquary
of course
a jew...
I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
Television-
As American as Chop Suey,
We watch it day and night,
Till our minds get very gooey...
I remember shows,
That are no more,
Ones my dad, or I,
Did adore
He loved his quiz shows,
A requirement of old age...
(Like moving to Fla. from NY)
I remember when
"The Leakest Wink" was all the rage...
And I knew, when it was on,
Change the channel, I not dare,
Unless it was to see,
"Who Wants To Be A Fridgidaire?"
That Phylis Rayburn,
He was a piss,
My father swore,
He would never miss...
Those goofy game shows,
To me just gamey,
I would rather read,
Than see those shows,
So lamey....
I did like some shows,
Like "Stainfell",
It made me laugh,
Oh, but most shows,
To me were hard to sell..
(Caus'en I is such an Indellectible, as youse can tell)
I've never seen "American Idle"
A car in neutral??
I'd rather see live,
A wave that's tidal!
I've never seen C.S.I.
"Come See Idiots"?
I wonder why?
There's plenty there
Right out on the street-
Why pay cablevision,
For more to meet??
I like some old shows
That is true,
Like "The Moneyhooners"
"The Old Couple" too...
Some people tell me,
They don't understand
What I often say...
They say since I bought,
That damned "Head Cleaner",
That I can't tell night from day...
What do they know?
I'll put on "The Millinery Channel",
And watch all about...
World War II thread...
They say now I'm nuts,
But that's all in my head!!!
I wrote a haiku for you,
alongside a picture I drew.
Every passerby,
a witness approved.
Yet!
Always something comes--
between you and me...
(Once again)
The evidence has been
washed away by the sea.
Real life soap series:
celebrities show
how to fill the day
with too much to spend
and nothing to do.
Hospital life:
handsome doctor
meets pretty nurse
halfway the op.
CSI:
every hair
tells a tale.
TV
and me:
mwah.
(written for Dramatic Diminished Hexaverse Contest)
Ideas so many quibbled in my mind
I can't see what's the best, the better or I'm blind?
help me find the solution
my head aches for this question.
Crime novels I love to read
think the way criminal minds did.
Investigate like the CSI works, but
getting away with murder, what's that?
Burried alive under the moonlight
followed by gangster in the middle of the night.
Shouting, crying, panicking
how should I escape, I'm asking.
Hostage by kidnapper, well, if i'm rich
or being hold-up in the streets of witch
all of which could take place
you or I can be killed in such deadly grace.
I found in Kinsey Millhone's mystery
her style of defense in different scenery.
Bravery and courage I learned from Maggie
in the Moonlight Becomes You, she managed to be free.
Victims are many but criminals are out
evidences are weak, they're afraid to speak out.
How to get away from murder
is my question, give me an answer.
Getting away with murder
my concern is just an issue but further
problem may arise, if I die
you, them and many will cry.
(11-Oct-09)
It’s time to flip the free calendar,
loosen the rusty Christmas tree stand screws
Battery’s low on the reindeer car,
boost the spirits with some gift used snowshoes
In these worn out soles try walking a mile or two,
winter chill what it feels like a poor man goes thru
Garbage cans do a slow paper burn of the daily ghetto news,
cold bodies warmed by lead bullets hot chamber ink spewed
When the calendar turns, it seems to go back further each year,
poverty lessons duly learned, crime victims new jacked on fear
Caramel-coated, candied apple cake urban daydreams
waiting for the midnight air chimes to siren icy scream
Unplug the blinking lights cable reality inner-city woes,
bring in the old New Year blues with a celebratory bang-bang
It’s murder she wrote, or so the fabled CSI saying goes;
tossed evergreen suicide note, nothing in the hood ever change
It’s the old New Year festivus blues
coming back around once again
High society toasting medieval rules:
make the poor grovel and bend
It’s the old New Year holiday blues,
a familiar ... bitter cold wind a-blowing
Another year of poor house issues,
more bad midnight karaoke barfly-ing
It’s the old New Year festival blues
making the annual rounds once again
Cold champagne popped corkscrews:
the poor forget their pain by partying
It’s the old New Year holiday blues,
same sad refrain of frustrations growing
Another year of paying poverty dues,
more good mourning heartache singing
She hopes to be a biologist
Like on the CSI TV shows
And I’m sure one day
She will wear her doctor cloths
She watches a horror movie
As she eats her food tonight
An thou it got lots of blood
She still enjoy every bite
She is tough as nails
But gentle like a flower
And just to make her smile
I call her little miss horror
She also like teaching
She’s like a jack of all trade
And what ever she sets to build
She will get it made
One time talking to her
I ask who she will marry
She said she has no one
she will marry a monkey
She can make you laugh
On days you don’t see the sun
So to make her smile
I call her little miss fun
She dreams of going to Italy
And it will come true
She is the kind of person
Completes what she sets out to do
She’s not afraid of anything
At home she is like a doctor
If there any cut or bruises
They always comes to her
She watching two and a half men
With Charlie, Jake and Allan
Then go play bingo on wire
She got some credits in hand
She likes to dance
And she can really sing
So to make her smile
I call her little miss everything
This familiar friend
Whom I knew so well
Stiring up hate
And giving me hell
Anger and depression
Is anything but key
He is the root of all evil
And he lives within you and me
How can I run away
Without looking back
Forgiveness is a must
It is what some lack
When I look in the mirror
What do I see
Do I see my reflection
Or him looking upon me
How do I shake his curse
And harvest new seeds
This seems like a CSI case
And I haven't any leads
I watched the Yankee game until
I couldn't stay awake
(Though flipping back to C.S.I.,
A habit I can't break).
So when I heard that they had won
It wasn't a surprise,
'Cause they were in the lead around
The time I closed my eyes.
I felt for all the Cleveland fans
Who witnessed their team lose.
It's hard to swallow that defeat
At home, despite the booze.
But now there are more games to watch
So I can root, root, root.
When your team plays, it's much more fun -
Of that, there's no dispute.
Identifying bodies
On a show like C.S.I.,
On scars and beauty marks
Or dental fillings did rely.
Our bodies, every one unique,
Have freckles, dots and lines,
Arranged haphazardly in ways
That DNA designs.
Though nowadays the morgue has
More at hand from which to choose,
For it must be much easier
To track down one’s tattoos.
There are many questions that worry mankind
Has Katie`s sister got a lovely behind ?
Is there life on Mars or even in the States ?
Will Obama and the Iranians ever be mates ?
But the biggest question that should concern us the most
And keep us here talking from coast to far coast
Why do the actors in Navy CSI
Always wave mugs as coffee as the camera passes by ?