Best Eye Witness Poems
Remember Humpty Dumpty
Who fell off the wall?
Well, it wasn't no accident
We can prove he didn't fall
It was a government conspiracy
They were testing a new glue
They wanted him to volunteer
But he wasn't wanting to
So, all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Were calling him names
And threatening him
He was pushed to his death
This story is true
(Remember the government
Was testing their glue?)
They want us to think
His feet started to slide
But he didn't just slip
It was a homicide
An eye witness came forward
And told of this news
But there was very little evidence
And so few clues
His DNA was visible
Where that poor egg had broke
The shell was in pieces
And covered in yoke
There wasn't any fingerprints
You understand my reasoning
The egg had been scrambled
Without any seasoning
In chicken coops everywhere
This story's still told
Rumor even has it
That his pieces was sold
So try and remember
When you eat your next egg
If you feel something cruchy
It might be his leg
Eye witness they, O my mother, rag less I am.
You are the price maker but guilty I am;
So much needs, chastity at deal
Shameless crying, robbed body mine
Painless, humorless, oh soulless men!
You all made me nude there
Keep squashing a fun, changing bodies a turn
Fatigue breathes, futile face;
I am the owner of decaying age.
But hairs are, now, no gripped, eyes refusing dipped
Corpse not, oh pimp, enough for sale
May be your sister, I am.
What! if your mother or wife I am.
Address me, your breed oh male!
My DNA was planted at a crime scene
in an apartment that I truthfully have never been.
My fingerprints were found on the murder weapon,
a Bowie knife that was a gift from a long lost friend.
Buried in storage for decades is where that knife had been.
Until now, for me that Bowie knife was long forgotten.
I don't know nor have I ever known the victim
or any of the victim's past or present relations.
I'm now the prime suspect in this investigation
and I don't have a very good alibi to give them.
"Where were you at the time this murder happened?"
the detective asked me during my interrigation.
"I was at home alone," I answered, "as I often am."
The detective then asked me the following question,
"Can your presence at that time be substantiated by anyone?"
"None that I can think of presently," I responded feeling broken.
I was read my Miranda rights and I'm now in the system,
but I swear, I've been framed. I Am Innocent."
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The above hasn't really happened to me,
but one day it did occur to me
that due to my lifestyle which I live very solitary,
that I could be a sociopath's perfect patsie,
since very few ever eye witness that I truly may be
at my home all alone with just my cats for company,
and my felines can't attest to my presence unfortunately.
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We are like wiggling aphids on a quantum computer.
Knowledge beyond the scope of the most gifted tutor.
Spaces and dimensions multiplied by infinity, plus one.
Therefore, I am open to any possibility, oddity -- or none.
Too many eye-witness, photographed phenomenon to shun:
Like the fifth (genuine) photograph of the Cottingley Fairies.
In Taos, New Mexico that unexplained hum is unnervingly scary.
Intuition (or sixth sense) makes science and psychologists wary.
Disappearances (Hoffa, Earhart) cannot be dismissed so lightly.
Ghosts, sprites and ectoplasmic bits flaunt themselves nightly.
UFO sightings, crashes and top-secret documents exist, rightly.
The prevalence and similarity of near-death cases is astounding.
Fairies (or Fae, or Angels) hail not only from European founding;
But, from China to the USA, their numbers, happily, rebounding.
Hordes of haters and sceptics are quick to condemn and dissent.
Nevertheless, I, too, have witnessed a truly unfathomable event.
From my night-time garden, I spied a winged, many legged gent.
Of course, I have no evidence -- so, raise your knives and neuter....
Spaces and dimensions multiplied by infinity, plus one.
Like the fifth (genuine) photograph of the Cottingley Fairies.
Disappearances (Hoffa, Earhart) cannot be dismissed so lightly.
The prevalence and similarity of near-death cases is astounding.
Hordes of haters and sceptics are quick to condemn and dissent.
Of course, I have no evidence -- so, raise your knives and neuter....
Eye witness sees
Pulse of dawn;
Stillness grooms
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Leaking faucet
Drop by drop;
Prayer beat chant
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Noise below
Skyscraper view;
Insects crawling
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Dry evening breeze
Noisy crickets;
March romance
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ATM bank queue
Mötley bunch;
Cash withdrawals
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Home movies
Two in a row;
Siesta beckons
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News from overseas
Message in electrons;
Homesick blues
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Brisk walking jog
Morning meditation;
Lethargy drains
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Chinese bread buns
Savoury fare;
Treat for two
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Diet plan dinner
Fibre fruit blend;
Baby food texture
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Mirror image
Old soul peeping;
Facial recognition
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Face to face
Old friends meet;
Is it 25 years ago?
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Catechism class
Religious politics;
Good versus Evil
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Jesus speaks
Eye witness hears;
Life is hard
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Hungry souls
Instant salvation;
Food court gourmet
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Newspaper highlights
Bad news again;
Catastrophe strikes
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Leon Enriquez
09 March 2015
Singapore
A nice veneer
Looking solid and good;
Termites devour within
Life hazards
Venture bleeding;
More vitamin M needed
Business failure
Shocking casualties;
Bankrupted parties
Spice can smell nice
But nice can tell lies;
Sometimes a vice
Impressive bungalow
Sporty car;
Heavy in debt woes
Sad but true
Vanity masquerades;
Not the real thing
Newspaper headlines
Scandal and heartbreak;
I feel sad for you
Regrets fester
Like gangrene;
Amputate the trash
Eye witness here
I watch you tumble;
Helpless to help
Impressive life
Career highlights unrivaled;
Why this bankruptcy?
Sad story
Paper described;
Can prayer alleviate?
In-between
Life and death;
Struggle for meaning
Worldly mindset
Get rich quick;
Scheming for more
Between ambition
And acquisition;
Avarice styles
To succeed well
Take failures well;
Survive persecution
Liquor and wine
Wine and dine;
Decadence flaunts
Simple vanity
Defines ambition;
Practical notions heap
And in the end
Just round the bend;
Broken trends sweep clean
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
Is there wisdom of the ages?
Thoughts many on ancient pages.
More than one interpretation.
Choose big bang or God's Creation!
For Julie-Michelle's contest "Unanswered Questions"
Many purport to know the answer however we lack eye witness account, so each belief requires an act of faith.
I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come from “Birdistan”…..
Okay, that kurd-bird joke one time never went down well
One audience I entertained transitioned from swelling to swearing
The agitated audience looked at each other, left and right
The bird joke got me pelted and unhired, now I'm a fly-by-night comic
The joke was inspired by a 12 year kid I once knew, nicknamed “Talk shop”
He used to hang around the market stands and chatted nonstop
The lad knew almost all of the countries with syllables ending with “–stan”
He bragged about Kazakhstan, Tajikstan, Uzbekistan, with the “stans” he was never done
The smart-****’s Turkistan questions hit me like a slap
Unrelentingly he tested me to spot Manhattan on the map
I totally lost my geography to the kids embarrassing pressure
The kid burst into a belly laugh when my finger hovered over Asia
In trying to change the subject, I asked him about the story of Tristan
I was zipped into silence when he told me stick to geography and not romance
I asked the kid what his real name was, and how he got an extra memory chip
He said if he taught me how, the conversation would flip
And then he revealed what his real name was with a “My name is Stan, duh!”
A felt relieved, as adult dumbness left my shoulder
I bet you would know every country and its geographical location
If it was made up of some weird syllables sneaking up on your name
The cocky kid asked me to test him on anything
I went spiritual, a subject the kid probably had no grip on
I asked him why we confess to a priest, if God can directly hear us pray
He said “so that we can have an eye witness on judgment day”
I tried to get rid of the boy by pretending to be bored
But I let the boy stay, when he told me that I would miss him one day when I get old
Man surely she studied accounting,
for she knew how to use what she had to get what she wanted.
she started and sold herself to men who did not
give a damn about her demands.
As an eye witness,
I witnessed,
when she called herself MRS!
Not recognizing that the mess is....
Dating multiple men made her more of a ****
than a lady she was supposed to be....
Her life is a circus
Making a clown of herself
Lacks substantial purpose
Balance and health
One rope to another
Rocking her balance beam
The circus is her lover
Together they scream
Blackened tears
Lips a horrid maroon
Juggling fears
Her life, a cartoon
Such an imagination
Seeing what doesn't exist
An awkward conversation
No partner to assist
Suddenly a spider
Her safety net, a web
She grabs a fly to ride her
Lands in a pool of red
People gather around
Curious to see
Her body on the ground
Her final act, a mockery
Her 5 minutes of fame
Detours and yellow tape
Chalk outlines the frame
Of what she couldn't escape
An eye witness chimed in
Giddy and camera ready
He saw her on the end
Trembling and unsteady
Intently, he watched
Gravity run it's course
It didn't appear botched
Invisible was the source
Following her brief report
They aired the walking dead
Her existence fell short
Not one viral thread
“Just as these grains of sand can never be separated and poured again into their individual containers, so will your marriage be." Unknown
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Sand Promises
In a shrine amidst relatives and friends
We pour sands in a silver plate of our dreams
Making promises to be as one man,
Whether in wintry gales or summer beams.
As the coloured sands blend and are entwined,
We promise, with the fire as eye witness,
To pursue our life`s journey with one mind
And reach our shared destiny in finesse.
It`s a promise to build our home of love
On the rocks of trust with the sands of hope
And the flame of faith flaring from above
To guide our path when treading a tightrope.
Two folks with our souls blended and entwined
We`re now geared up in life`s journey to shine.
Sole witness to the finished crime,
a crystal chandelier
pending above the victim.
Its throng of hanging crystals
tolling to the beat
set by the predator's exit.
NEWS FLASH!
Earlier today, the DAIRY QUEEN reported that Ronald MCDONALD shot BURGER KING,
with POPEYE'S gun, over some CHICK-"FIL-A." Ronald's alibi fell like DOMINOS, after
the cops heard WENDY'S eye witness account of what happened. His PAPA JOHN
had a nervous breakdown, so he grabbed his PIZZA HUT and went off into the
woods. The funeral and reception will be held at two different CHURCH'S, where
they will ring the TACO BELL in honor of his memory.
A Convict on the Loose
By Elton Camp
It was eight o’clock and we’d settled for the night
But little traffic was passing so our street was quiet
One of our favorite movies was just about to begin
When Eye Witness News abruptly came breaking in
“It’s a serious announcement that we interrupt to tell.
A convicted murderer has just broken out from his cell.
He was seen heading for the residential neighborhood,
He has sworn that to escape he’d do anything he could.”
The newsman explained he was dangerous and armed
And that, while escaping, two people he had harmed
“We don’t want too much the public to disconcert,
But everyone should remain cautious and on alert.”
My wife and then exchanged some worried glances
“I’ll check the doors. There’s no use taking chances.”
The doors were locked and all seemed secure to me
So I walked back to the family room to watch TV
The old movie had just barely gotten underway
When a noise at the door a presence did betray
The unexpected sound made me cringe with fear
After dark, nobody to our house should come near
It’s got to be the evil criminal they warned about.
Of that scary fact, I didn’t have the least doubt
To the door it would be extremely foolish to go
I felt a sense of total terror beginning to grow
I lifted the receiver and quietly dialed 911
“Send a policeman to our house on the run!
It’s just awful how dangerous this is sounding.
As on our back door a vicious man is pounding.”
Very soon, there was a siren and a flashing light
Outside our door we heard yelling and a fight
A bullhorn called, “We have caught the crook.
Now please come on outside and take a look.”
On the ground, hands cuffed behind his back,
Was our next door neighbor, young Joe Black
The man was angrily cursing and having a fit
“To warn of danger I came. This is what I get.”
The illusions of having
How it gets to me
But i never see the tracks
So i play tapes, rewinding life
Going in circles all over again,
Missing the facts
While feeling the effects,
I'm the truth that everybody wants
But nobody hears!
I'm that foot print on the ground,
That important clue
The eye witness of that Heinous crime
The roof top sheltering many lives,
I'm that vital organ
That pain which hits the spine,
The confusing verse
To the lies that constructed the world.
I'm heaven and earth
I'm the great temple,
The pilgrim
But not important,
I'm that fallen dynasty
Got darkness at my grasp,
Trapped in this luminous domain
I'm beneath everything
I'm cold like the concrete floor
Living in the effects of The white lie,
You don't trust me neither do I
So i pray everyday,
Life's a snake
And i'm surrounded by grass
They say grass is greener on the other side,
Grass is always green just that its not your season,
so i play slow jams
While dancing in the rain,
Knowing that everything happens for a reason,
I'm that mountain top
That long path no wants to take,
I'm the night sky
I'm that slow melody
I generate low frequency,
Powered by will
Supported by air,
I'm that strange event
That awkward feeling
That quiet kid
The night before the day,
I'm that small star
That rusted car
No one sees the future for,
So i just dance in the rain
The domino effect
Falling backwards all over again
I'm life
I'm earth
I'm everything
Just caught up in this depression
I'm that beautiful lake
The extension created to make life easier,
That person who just stands out in the crowd,
The out cast
Drifting with the wind,
Drowning in the ocean
I'm that irritating sound
I'm the why in every question,
The cocky guy
That dude,
That lad
Meditating to relief stress away,
Dancing in the rain
Playing slow jams all over again.