Best Forensic Poems
Line of inquiry:
“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
as we metamorphose
light lingers all around the heavenly realm
one thinks white is boring - is snow?
and what of the brightest spirit,
is she rainbow, all colors bequeathed
at heaven’s behest?
the pages and pages, bound,
pulled from the un-dusty shelf
the fire tests each moment
not only by its result, but by
its heart. all works in flames,
but those in the palms of Christ
create gold, silver, and bronze
home is where we rest and dwell
we thought we were home on earth
that is the old earth and at our abode
some couldn’t step out of their nest
life had beat them up - figuratively,
sometimes literally. home is where we rest
our soiled clothes we left behind
when we saw the new set, we realized
we looked as if we’d been deep in mire
quite covered by euphoria, no longer
anxious, fearful, forgetful, forensic
the glow eclipses that of fairy dust
our feet forget themselves and walk
on water, on air, on clouds, wherever
for ever and ever. are lips can’t help
but praise our Creator in paradise
Categories:
forensic, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
What temprate joy began with
Such afterglow took away
Once forensic dissertation
dismantling the evidence sends
When massaged vanity and
guily platitudes are subsidised
overcome by inertial reality
As fraud is replaced and integrity
lost
Pondering the cost of what was
gained was lost
And comes with no return policy
But speaking personally from the
here what right have i to complain
If yes that is my signature my
name undersigned in the contract
Was i not duty bound to have read
the small print before putting
pen to paper and held account responsible for my own actions
Because wanted it so much
a willing accomplice was i to be
turn a blind eye and overlook the lie
Until it was patently pointed out to
me that a hollow victory however
fleeting only lasts a while
But a stain is permanent and
remains on one's record for life
Sold for merely 30 pieces of
control
Which then became priceless
and unattainable to buy back
or own
Until it rears it's ugly head being
abused in some random advertising
advert campaign
The final insult nail in the coffin
thinking
What have i done
What did i do
Why couldn't i just have waited
Why was i not blessed with patience
Categories:
forensic, slam,
Form:
Free verse
a flustered tango of Gypsy moths
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists;
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost
in unkempt fields; space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between cultural
appropriation & cultural appreciation; the history in our dust;
loneliness & heartbreak; trivia; funky funerals;
climate change, hurricanes, earthquakes & neglected
victims; heirloom charm bracelets, homemade
wind chimes & the homing sound made by a singing bowl;
masquerade balls; cityscapes hidden in ant hills; fly
fishing; serendipitous skinny dipping; missing children,
teddy bear memorials, forensic identification, monsters
never found in sleepy towns; the horrors of zoos—
elephants gone mad, lions robbed of their pride;
book reviews; civil unrest, bad cops & good cops & young men
gunned down; brand new fire stations; cancer survivors who wear
baldness so beautifully; my favourite pair of jeans; river rocks
found by dearest hands; a letter that can never be
received; joyful celebrations; incandescent dragonfly
dreams; twenty million at risk of starving to death;
wildflowers shaking pretty little heads;
misogyny disguised as religion; forgotten veterans who die
a bit more inside every day; the rainforest, shrinking;
saintly stoners & postulant prostitutes; toxic smog;
madmen with warheads; cheese cake & ice wine;
every personalized Kama sutra move & the God-given
ecstasy of body on body language; holding hands;
why one giggle can change everything; Thanksgiving
prayers; abandoned minefields, boy soldiers & devastating
amputations; the songs of the working poor; lightning
over the lake; his timely phone calls; brotherhood & sisterhood;
love in its every form; old maps; twenty-one gun salutes;
the extinction of the Galapagos Giant Tortoise; being
five, being twenty five, being ninety-five; kites; dogs chawing
on ragged rawhide; church-like museums on a Sunday
afternoon; make-shift picnics; deja vu; thrift store
wedding dresses; long drives with comfortable silences;
fading freedoms; censorship; seamless moonlight;
introspective dalliances with self-acceptance; the power
of purpose; how to be the bigger person; how to go
in a new direction; how to rise above . . .
Categories:
forensic, poetry, writing, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
Life of a Forensic Pathologist”
(Free verse in free style)
Eleven years of high school, he had to try
Seven years of college, he almost cry
Becoming an intern, his professor a real oppressor
What can he do, he chose to be a doctor.
Forensic Pathologist is his specialty
Dissecting dead bodies is his eventuality
Finding the cause of death, natural or criminal
Is it heart attack or a stab wound so typical
Going to court, giving expert opinion
Had to be unbias, statements given with reason
He is a legal witness, to save the innocent
But to a guilty criminal, he had to be insolent.
His daily life is in the mortuary and not so easy
Once he is in, it is a lifetime job, not so briefly
It is a difficult career and do not expect to be rich
This is what he is, the life of a Forensic Pathologist.
Written by Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City
Categories:
forensic, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
One evening, a male mortician died inside the funeral parlor that he owns. The parlor has been operating for ten years inside a big business center. Prior to the incident, seven friends of the mortician working within the same business center visited him in seven different days. The suspects are the following: a martial artist, a barber, a chef, a dentist, an engineer, a freelancer and a gangster.
No physical evidence of homicide was found when the mortician died inside the said funeral parlor. However, the family members filed a case against all suspects who relied solely on statements submitted by witnesses in the last ten days before the mortician died.
The initial report of the forensic experts stated that the mortician died of natural cause.
Who do you think is the culprit?...
Categories:
forensic, mystery,
Form:
Prose
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
has by now studied a good many forensic tomes
as much as they matter
elementary that Watson should ponder every blood splatter.
Categories:
forensic, endurance,
Form:
Clerihew
'MY FIVE SENSES'
O' the scent of you, my senses view...
My five senses, my five senses, a specific sensory nervous system,
As I believe I smell olfaction you again with my nose and your smell is grand
And I see your beauty of you with my eyes and your sight vision
I hear the birds audition singing your name over and over again and again
I taste you gustation your liken your lips, your mouth the taste of Karo syrup
I touch you somatosensation you are soft as the woven cotton-silk inserted
So I smell you ah!.... the aroma
And I see you.... O' your beauty
So I hear the smoothing sounds
And I taste of you like the bird does a flower
So I touch you ever so gently as a misty rain shower
My senors tension pretentious forensic
my 5 senses
8/13/18
Five senses Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
Categories:
forensic, addiction, appreciation, beauty, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
Tom's Cat Tom
by Joan Donnelly Ellis (intended as a picture story book for children)
Some cats are really ugly and others are really cute, like mine, Bart. Bart can be bad though. He is sometimes up to no good. One day he ate my dad's goldfish. Bart likes goldfish. They don't like him back.
Wanna know something funny? My friend, Tom Murphy has a Tom Cat that he named Tom after himself. Tom gets bored a lot and so does his lazy cat, Tom. He just lies on the couch all day. At least that is what I first thought., that the cat was lazy, you know. Then I started to observe him more closely. After a week or so I realized the feline just pretends to be sleeping but he really doesn't close his eyes all the way shut. I think he is not as lazy as he makes out to be. Often it seems that the cat Tom is engaged in serious contemplation. He might be planning some mischief. Yes, Tom has something up his sleeve I decided and as soon as he's left alone in the house BAM! He'll be off getting into trouble . Last time he was left alone the Murphy's and I believe Tom terrorized San Quentin, the Parrot. We found a mess of Quent's feathers in his cage and on the floor below. Not only that but whenever the cat Tom was near Quent would make frightening noises. I told Tom, my friend , not his cat, that we ought to get those fellows from Forensic Files to do an investigation. Tom didn't like the idea much. Said he didn't think ruffling a few feathers was a serious crime.
I glanced at Quent who was curled up on the window seat and I swear he had a "Nice Try" smirk on his face as he glared back at me . In response, I
walked to the kitchen, and lifted Quent's Temptation Treats from the counter.
He jumped off the window seat and hurried to the kitchen. As he gazed lovingly at me with his bright green eyes, I stepped on the peddle of the trash can. When the lid opened I dumped the treats in and closed the lid. Some kids are really ugly and others are really cute. Since I'm a bird lover, I don't give a hoot.
Categories:
forensic, cat, children, humorous, ,
Form:
Forensic science fascinates me
in a curiously, unnatural way.
I cannot get enough of it.
The blood droplets, the hair follicle,
the fingernail that proved someone was
where they were not supposed to be.
Sometimes wondering why this has such an
all encompassing overwhelming hold
on me, I think it is the brilliance behind
the scenes that has amazed and intrigued
me into watching every forensic TV show
I can get my eyes on.
That and the fact that these people have
gone to such great lengths to help solve crimes.
I think it is their expertise and genius that has kept
me fully engaged and enthralled.
Categories:
forensic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
6/6/17
Are we part simian?
A centered or off kilter equilibrium
Near or far from the prime meridian
And any kind of amphibian
As well as snowflake obsidian
Items and objects that do or don't require lithium
And or iridium
Choices, accidents, and nature could lead to oblivion
No need for a idiom
I wasn't once ever kidding when
I said I was part Native American aka Indian
Plus or minus
Times of peace and crisis
Endless noise, or pure silence
What exactly is righteous?
Never will I bow to any highness
Another wanting to see me lifeless
So damn typical in this day and age, little to nothing surprises
People being indecisive
Or divisive
Relying on hiding through disguises
All others except themselves are considered sacrifices
With you I wouldn't ever have an alliance
Or give you guidance
Put what's left of you under redwood giants
So that it couldn't be traced by any improvements in forensic science
Categories:
forensic, dark, evil, how i
Form:
Rhyme
H- hide behind, Hot Coffee
O- offer one and sit down
T- talk, with delight found
C- coffee cup from which I sip
O- overture of digestion, very quick
F- feeling better and here I sit
F- forensic negative in a pith
E- easy place for a donuts to dip
E- ergonomic well grained hit
H- here your worries drown
O- only one, now sit down
U- understatement of the year
S- steadily sipping with-in your peers
E- everyone enjoys hot coffee at the COFFEE HOUSE
Categories:
forensic, art, business, food, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
BREAKING NEWS:
There are unconfirmed reports that, while filming a new advertisement campaign, (on location), on the island of Flores in Indonesia, Martin the Geico Gecko, was eaten by a local komodo dragon named Varanus. Initial info suggests that Martin was taunting the komodo, but that is NOT yet substantiated.
Details are just emerging, but it seems Martin, whose body has not yet been found, (pictured here just moments before the tragedy), was initially bitten at a post-shoot party given by relatives, and was later attacked and eaten on his way to the Bintang Flores Hotel, after succumbing to the effects of the initial bite.
In a surprising twist it has been discovered that, even if they DO find his remains, his immediate family has no means by which to provide a funeral service or decent burial as, (according to a family spokesman), they are "just lizards" and have no regular income, (please contact the family if you'd like to help out).
Even more shockingly, they admitted that Martin was sadly "uninsured" ... so tragic. Let's pray this is just a hoax, and that the "little green bugger", (as he's affectionately called by his agent), has simply wandered off in a state of instinctual bliss. We're told this DOES happen sometimes with his particular species.
There is, as yet, little investigative information or hard evidence for authorities to proceed with, as the only witness was a rare Mascambing Cockatoo, who has since mysteriously vanished without a trace. Before its disappearance, however, the cockatoo was heard by many people as repeating Martin's last known words, ad nauseum, "Eat me, dragon! Eat me!"
They DO have the primary suspect under surveillance. However, due to the slow digestive habits of komodo dragons, it may be some time before any "solid" evidence emerges, and even LONGER before they can find a forensic specialist willing to analyze it, (it's a rather messy business, that). Please watch for further updates.
Categories:
forensic, animal, humorous, satire,
Form:
Free verse
The Amputated Leg
A human leg it is! With senses numbed the village stood around the dump;
It’s a curse! Righteous path we diverted, in shiver, the devotees driveled;
A dog might have dragged it, in what’s app, the android fingered techie drooled;
Consult the occultist, shouted the stout village chief and all became dumb.
Mumbling Sanskrit lines, the temple priest came with Ganges water to damp
The rumbling evil with a sprinkle; Holding their breath tout like Chiseled
Idols stood the village as he summoned the deities reciting mantras unrivalled;
‘Sacrifice one leg of pet or cattle per family to our goddess in her holy ramp,’
Pronounced the priest, in bold piety; they heard him in rapt devotion.
Then came the info youth at the cutting edge of both tech and culture
With police personnel and a dog to sniff out the path of the offenders;
The crisp kakis deftly parceled the amputated leg without any emotion
Off to forensic probe, pilfering the priest’s fee with their faith and culture;
And the dog barked at the careless Nurses, for dumping the leg without defenders.
Categories:
forensic, anxiety, confusion, culture, society,
Form:
Sonnet
Watson and Crick
After eighteen months
Of scientific research
Discovered the chemical structure
Of dna,
The double helix
Ushering in a new
And exciting age
In the field of molecular biology,
Making possible the diagnosis
And treatment of certain genetic disorders
And hereditary diseases,
Giving rise to the forensic analysis
Of evidence
Identifying the perpetrator
From their own unique dna,
The double helix...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
Posted 15th May 2019.
Categories:
forensic, science,
Form:
Free verse
An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion
in northern England on 22nd May 2017
killing at least 22 people and injuring many
there was a massive flash and
then a bang and smoke all around
hundreds of people could be seen
streaming away in confusion and chaos
nobody was getting any sense
it was smoke everywhere and
shoes on the ground from people trying to flee.
it was frantic and unbridled
a little girl and boy
aged about eight or nine distraught
as they couldn't find their dad
all were screaming and running,
dropping their coats and phones,
just scrambling to safety
undoubtedly it was an appalling terrorist attack
and needs to be condemned and denunciated
nuts and bolts littering the ground near blast scene
as a likely terrorist attack
ripped through a crowd of teenagers
the prone bodies of those
who had been wounded and killed,
as well as others who were streaked with blood and
were staggering away from the scene
teenagers were screaming and running
in the aftermath of the blast
parents were frantically attempting
to locate their children and relatives
people were scattered everywhere.
And some of them looked dead also
such a tyrannical doctrine is
an indelible blot on the name of humanity
and a challenge for those
who talk of peace and human rights always
but as an emotional poet, my heart is broken
for those poor children and
for all those families
with an empty house that black night
Blanket coverage in the news media,
brave words by leaders, forests of flowers
at the scenes of attack, forensic reconstruction
by the police, and a return to normalcy
needs no repeating that terrorism knows no borders
and that the globalization of terror is a reality
let's pray to god that all departed souls
may rest in peace
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
forensic, emotions, scary, violence,
Form:
Prose Poetry