Best Detective Poems
The Serial Detective
I turned the last page,
It is time to say “goodbye.”
We embraced most of many days,
My tears are salty, though your eyes are dry.
I’ll miss your tummy, the touch of your hand,
Your flabby cheek, the moon, the band.
The way you made notes in your tiny book,
The way you put together the facts while I cooked.
You could solve a case with a burnt cigar,
And go on to another killing not far
You’re fearsome, yet lovesome, yet have a good head,
How many books have you written in my bed
The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,
we are all biting our nails. Who done it we ask~was it the whales, waiting for the next scene and details. The door bell rings, who can it be~we all chimed in like kings. There was no door bell ringing in the TV show, Mr. Orange got up to see who was at our door,
a few minutes later he returned with a roar. We asked~who was at the door for fun, Mr. Orange said~no one. With tomato sauce running down his chin, the evidence was in. Mr. Orange had eaten the whole pizza with a grin, John must re-order one for us or we will become thin. Never leave Garfield alone with a pizza box, he just cannot help himself when it comes with lox. As the writer and house detective there is no doubt, I have just figured this one out.
Date Written: 7/19/2022
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 were so many choices you see.
I spent many an hour reading these books,
training for the detective in me.
How many job choices along the way could there
possibly be?
Lots of common blue collar jobs before I finally
got a degree.
If I am honest, I might have to tell you a total
of around thirty-three.
There was no book-reading in those days,
except the boring texts assigned to me.
I am a Gemini oozing with flexible thinking, it is
my main and only true-blue decree.
In my thinking, a gum shoe sleuth detective
is what being a guidance counselor has
made of me.
She thought it was the perfect crime,
But, I knew, I could make her sing;
Somehow, she hadn’t noticed
that she dropped a gold earring.
The suicide note that she faked
included the letter “p”,
but the typewriter that sat upon his desk
had the hammer missing for that key.
The ashtray full of cigarettes
had butts covered with a unique lipstick of pink,
matching the stains also upon
the glasses in her sink.
And, I saw the airplane ticket
she carried inside her purse
was a one-way trip straight out of town
that she had purchased on the first.
When I confronted her with these facts,
she knew the gig was up;
She tried to bribe me to let her go,
but this Detective you can’t corrupt.
My Little Detective
I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair
Far away to the place I stayed
He sometimes banished due to slow internet bandwidth
Turned me into a blank thousand-yard stare
I longed to hear his little jaunt pleasure
He is a picture to reveal my happiness
An allegory to tell my journey’s success
If on a magical-intellectual land of puzzles can inhibit
He is a boon to get me deep through the thicket
A special break in winter, a moment so right
Find the one who likes this color code #4E9258
Whose name is in this code: 16-9-15 14-15-5-12
Reveals a saint’s name and my name is involved
Two factors, holy and first Christmas
He is my love, my whole life to embrace
His mother’s face, their likeness you will know
Read the clue, line-by-line as you go
His time so precious that I need to guard
A super sleuth knows how to trap his bard
Now I cracked the code, solved this riddle
He is my little detective, my son “Pio Noel”
September 4, 2015
The clues are there.
The notes.
The writing.
The phone numbers.
The calendar.
Especially the calendar
holding all the secrets
of what was done and will be done.
He is bent over the cubby-holed desk,
slippers, flannel bathrobe,
searching through the familiar
and seeing only the hidden,
the missing,
the opaque.
The crime?
Something stolen, precious
and worse,
it is just out of sight,
next to the words,
the notes, the writing,
the calendar.
Especially the calendar.
So obvious the number,
the day,
yet not now the season.
He finds her worried face again
and continues.
All those around him
keep it from him-
the secret is-
nothing is gone,
nothing was done.
The detective searches
for himself in the clues
of unravelling time.
Always the first detective to leave his home,
gets quite a bit of cases on his cell phone,
wants to get the cases solved,
gum shoes needing a bad polish,
always using on the crime scene his fine toothed comb.
The man with the scarf
made his way into our heart.
The soldier with the gun
was his friend (only one)
The girl in the lab
served him bodies on a slab
The woman with the phone
made him feel not so alone.
His brother (the government)
stood at a cafe he did not frequent
with an umbrella in his hand
he and the soldier planned
not to tell the brother
what had happened to the other.
The man with no division
puts ad men in prison
the man with the crown
made his whole world fall down
scarf told soldier he was fake
and our hearts he did break
but we know he'll come back
even if a pulse he did lack
because the great Sherlock Holmes
(No matter how far he roams)
Loves the man with the gun
he's his friend...
(only one)
Lieutenant Adjective snoops
about the crime scene seeking
forensic evidence to catch
the prime suspect
with a warm clue to match
the DNA in a way that puts
the suspect there
at the time of the murder.
The sleuth modifies
his perspective by staring
at the spot on the wall
upside down sideways,
up close and at a distance.
He’s tenacious.
As a qualifier par excellance
he will close the case
with unkempt elegance
and with the usual dire consequence.
I am an armchair detective
An armchair forensic anthropologist
An armchair criminal investigator
I solve every case; and quickly.
I am an armchair forensic pathologist.
An arm chair blood spatter analytic technician.
I solve murder after murder
On a daily basis.
1566, Eastward Street
Hampton City
11:00 p.m.
September 22, 2016
Detective Sparkly is hired to investigate crime cases
Tall, tanned skin, brown eyes and black hair
Thirty years old and single. He had not been very
Lucky with the ladies. His detective works take
Many hours to investigate and resolve the cases
He was in his office when received a phone call in
His cell phone. Who can be calling at that hour?
Detective Sparkly answered the phone call. For
His surprise it was a lady. She identifies by the
Name of Tarlene. He felt a strange sensation in his heart
Tarlene wants to contract Detective Sparkly to investigate
Her husband murder. Jaron was found dead inside his car.
He was the CEO of a prestigious stock brocker firm.
Local TV and new papers covered the news. There no was
A specific suspect or reason for this crime.
Detective Sparkly arranged to met Tarlene in a coffee shop
In the morning of next day to gather more information about the
Case he was going to investigate. Tarlene arrived at 8:00 a.m.
She was drinking a mocha coffe when Detective Sparkly arrived
To the table.
They looked as if they had known each other for a long time
Detective Sparkly introduced himself and sat down. He ordered
An expresso coffee. Tarlene started to tell about her husband
Death. Detective Sparkly was taking notes in his notebook. Why
They do not know is that destiny has a great surprise for both
Nayda Ivette
11-26-2015
Riverside Highway
Hampton City
September, 25, 2016
8:00 a.m.
Detective Sparkly drove to the intersection of Riverside Highway to visit Christie's mansion. Jaron's son, Gerald, was talking with his sister Christie. Detective Sparkly will interview both of how was their relationship with Jaron. Detective Sparkly arrived at the mansion at 10:00 a.m. The gate that leads to the mansion was a long path. Christie and Gerald were waiting for Detective Sparkly.
Detective Sparkly introduced himself to Christie and Gerald. He told them Tarlene contracted him to investigate Jaron's death. Christie said that Jaron divorced from her mother Tracey, when she and her brother Gerald were in their teens. They did not have a lot of communication with Jaron. Recently, Jaron contacted Christie to visit her. He never showed up to Christie's mansion. It was at the night of the crime.
Detective Sparkly said good bye to Christie and Gerald and left the mansion. He will return to JSS building to interview Tracey. She was one of the members of the Board of Directors of JSS. At 1:00 p.m. Sparkly arrived to JSS building. He interviewed Tracey. She was a fifty five years old, blonde hair and green eyes. She was married with Jaron for twenty five years.
They divorced after Tracey discovered that Jaron was having an affair with Tarlene. Suddenly, Tracey started to cry. She had to confess something to Detective Sparkly. She was the intellectual author of Jaron murder. Tracey never forgived him for his infidelity with Tarlene. Soon, it would be a session to elect the new CEO of JSS. Tracey thought that she will be elected to occupy the vacant chair.
Jaron was intercepted in his car when he left JSS after the ending of the Board of Directors meeting. He was brought to an abandoned parking lot and shooted with a gun by a profesional assasin that left the country after commiting the crime.
Detective Sparkly called the police and Tracey was put under arrest. She would be in a life time sentence on prison.
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015
5729 Evergreen Street
Hampton City
September 24, 2016
9:00 a.m.
Detective Sparkly arrived to the crime scene where Jaron was found dead. It was an abandoned parking lot. He looked to the nearby surroundings. There was not any house near. Only was a bakery store. He decided to enter to the store to buy a pastry.
After eating the pastry, he came back to the crime scene. He found a found a teared business card under an oak tree. It was the first clue found in the crime scene.
The business card had the initials JSS stock brocker company. That was the name of Jaron business. Detective Sparkly took it and put it in one of his pants pockets. He returned to his car and left the parking lot. The next place to visit will be the inponent JSS building. One of the most highest buildings in Hampton City. After arriving to the building, one of the Jaron executives introduced himself as Timothy Larson.
Detective Sparkly asked Timothy who was the last person to see Jason alive. He was one of Jaron's assistant. The last time Jaron was seen at the office was on September 16, 2016 at 9:00 p.m. after a meeting of the Board of Directors of JSS. Detective Sparkly thanked you Timothy and left the JSS building. He called Tarlene to meet at a renowned shopping mall called Woods Square to discuss the first findings.
Tarlene arrived to the shopping mall at 11:00 a.m. Detective Sparkly was waiting her in front of an oriental restaurant. They entered the restaurant to order Eel rolls. After eating, Detective Sparkly told to Tarlene that he suspects that someone from JSS was involved in Jaron's crime. Tarlene was shocked for Detective Sparkly deduction. Jaron never told her that he had any problem with a member of JSS company.
Detective Sparkly said goodbye to Tarlene. The investigation was already starting. The next place to visit will be Jaron's daughter, Christie. Jaron told to Tarlene last time they talked by phone that he was going to visit his daughter after the ending of JSS meeting. She lives in a mansion outside the limits of Hampton City. The visit was never realized. Detective Sparkly will interview her as part of the investigation .
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015
“Give me the phone Effie.
I have to make a call.”
She handed it over to me
and walked into the hall.
The inspector had no clues.
He asked for my two cents,
asked me to give him my views.
I didn’t; the call was intense.
The dame had come in
asking for my advice
two days ago and then
was arrested by Vice.
I had seen the smallish
puncture, blood pooling,
and I wanted to abolish
the coroner’s ruling.
The wound was there,
but he missed the needle
lying next to the chair.
He tried to wheedle.
If I couldn’t get the cops
to do their job, I’d need
to pull out all stops
to find a hard lead.
For Gershon...with smiles
Inspired by, but not entered in, Natasha L Scragg’s Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest