Best Investigated Poems
I am your inked inamorata,
enamored and heaven-drunk,
sipping courtly creed
from the chrysalis chalice
of what love could unleash ~
as the heart heeds what’s unsaid
when stellar heat waves
thunder in sync with lightning,
still musing with
the monotony of muted music…
It was never the radiant rhythm
of romanticized rhymes
that pulled me,
but the arcane gaze
of your trip-uh-licious alchemy,
the ice-flame blues of
a draconian dreamer,
still intriguing this
intuitive incandescence
like a dangerous desperado
sailing me to an ocean of devotion.
O primal paramour,
purify this pained pulse,
heal the hurting nocturnal Helios
amidst your eyes that roam,
reaching for the rhinestone flickers,
blind to this burn.
While your hallowed hands
unknot the sky, wedded
to the thrilling threads
of my mourning moon,
calm your vagabond psyche
and listen to the evocative voice
of my unwavering verses ~
veiled in vermilion,
within the purged pages
enveloped in sand-soaked silk.
There you will hear
the black-cat moan
footprints of faithful fervency,
the lifelines of loyal luminescence,
clawed to compassion
generously giving,
serving the aromatic air
that carries your mystical musk ~
So let the ghost awake,
let the forgotten rise again.
Watch the wickedness unweave
the faults of an untamable warrior.
Are you satisfied being
vehemently investigated
by an emotionally intense telescope,
holding you viciously
to the lethal lens of feral ferocity?
Here comes the grace-giver.
I am born to dominantly bestow…
FLOWER POWER
He broke the rule, shattered it,
left the pieces for all to see.
The hill rolling, tree climbing,
butterfly chasing, game of tag
was over and the race for the
water fountain was on.
He ran with his flock,
suddenly breaking sharply
to the left, slowing to a
two knee landing.
He bent low, rolled onto
his side, did a little snake
dance, then lay motionless.
After several minutes he rose,
corrected his circuitous cycle,
and rejoined the thirsty flock.
Intrigued, I investigated the
cause/effect relationship
of his deviation - A lone dandelion.
It had drawn him in,
he had studied it, touched it,
smelled it, tasted it, spent a
few moments getting to know it.
He remained unfamiliar with the rule
but had gained a familiarity with
the dandelion.
Perhaps he was on to something.
Submitted to Encounters with Flowers – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
11/22/2014
It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could only admire his patience, dedication and caring from afar.
An immigrant of Italy he knew everything there was to know
about big fat juicy tomatoes. He knew they needed time to grow,
and I knew there was a little humor to be had here, in toe.
"Dad, how long will it be before we see our first tomato?" I asked
" Oh not for a while" he answered, then the sun suddenly flashed
Time for a little fun in the sun I thought, off to the store I went
came back with a big fat tomato. I hung it on the plant with some
twine then called him over with an eager voice
"Look dad we got our first tomato, isn't it great ! " I exclaimed
he investigated with a grin, soon my lie had been defunct, defamed
that was a summer when it rained and rained and rained,
we got lots of tomatoes that year, and most of them we canned.
What I never will forget, is the love in my father's eyes,
every time he smiled like that, I was always left with a feeling,
that I had just won the gold prize.
Lord grant me the power to achieve my goal in life
To have pain and turn it into something good
I have pain of being raped
It was such a shock that this was happening to me in such rage of these people
I never thought it would happen to me
I had heard about millions of people getting hurt like me
All these people who hurt little ones or anybody really should burn
Where as us all should be set free
Ones that have tried to confront these people, just turned out to be ignored
I stand where I had prove of this horrible happening
I confront these two people
I was investigated by this whole thing
I pray that I put these two people away
Even though I had confront them I guess I was chosen to have depression
The main thing is whatever happens
The lord is here to guide me, but not just me, all of you, the whole world!
These two people was put in prison for a long period of time
What they did was a crime
I know the Lord wants me to forgive them
It will take time but someday I will
I say to all of you,
If this ever happens to you, have faith and turn to God!
I now am in college and trying to get a job
Working on my poetry
That helps me through my depression and writing my poetry, that is one way to
speak to God
My goal in life is to believe in God, and keep my faith in him
She endured trauma as a child, that shut down her mind
Without safe adults, there was no security to find
She played outside and pretended to run away
She prayed and God answered, he heard what she had to say
She learned about good and evil, at an early age
When her soul with a facade, became stuck in a cage
She was lucky to have natural talents to help her survive
God granted her what was needed to stay alive
She was given strength to endure things, beyond words can say
When she was older, it was time for her to speak and find her way
She investigated the past, fighting to stop others from being hurt
She learned to watch her back, be streetwise while on alert
After 14 years, justice failed with deep corruption, that started back then
Finding the closure she wanted was no longer a matter of when
Family outcasted her, while more losses and deaths came about
The silence of the past had turned into a powerful shout
How did she make it through such painstaking times?
She created in many ways including things like these rhymes
She was granted many good things through so many years
Friends who care, pets who love, much comfort that erased fears
She yearns to love and give to all who may have pain
She will offer to give the sun to anyone, after the rain
I say all this because there is hope in life, through good and bad
- smiles do return from the depths of being sad -
Heidi Sands
12/22/33
Without adornments it seems quite bare
Exposed as an item and seen very clear
Without protection some are seen vulnerable
Living in fear never comfortable
Without comment it is factual truth
Investigated thoroughly by many a sleuth
Without devices it's unassisted vision
Raising questions of exact precision
In all of these there's simply a lack
Positively defined for it's a fact
Some people live a simple life
Happy and free without any strife
When we choose to bare it all
It's clothing off, stand proud and tall
Live but once your life as you make it
Living simple is living naked
Call me a conspiracy theorist, call me a liar
Cast stones to set my soul on fire
It will not change what I choose to see
I don't consider my brain to be less than thee
I've investigated, researched and done my part
To sort through information from the start
Hoping to make decisions that are best
Fight through corruption and let go of the rest
I do not judge those who differ with what they decide
But, false accusations will not make me run and hide
Heidi Sands
8/2/21
"A David for David"
investigated strange events from week to week
paranormal phenomena brought great fear
science fiction challenges while theories peak
as Fox Mulder, The X-Files lept into high gear.
a graduate of Yale, David Duchovny
received doctorate for his poetry.
"Magic and Tech in Poetry and Prose"
acting was his second love; to fame he rose.
his writing skills published as Master of Art
a native New Yorker, he earned top awards
given high praise from his peers, played his part
he inspires poets using words as chords.
to touch to share emotions as our dear friend
David Williams, who encourages to lend.
a smile, a tear, to all who read his vast views
enjoying every verse to chase away blues.
*For Cyndi's Davids for David Contest.
MAXIMILLIAN
I am about to take a trip into the lens of thought.
I am going to magnify the face to be.
Sometimes it may be pretty as ugly goes.
Otherwise, it is an ugly feature.
This journey I am partaking is sociologically constructed.
It defines why the world is stuck on stupid.
Nothing more than you being more refined than me.
I see you are a masterpiece.
Expeditious I am.
In search of new populations, I travel the Pacific.
Indigenous people are there to discover.
I will not trip when I see a different sister and brother.
This crossing must be made in this day and age.
Excursion digress to acumen investigated.
Natives of new country longing to be unearth.
I am in quest for a difference in the universe.
Toddling to not be a todd,
I will ramble the Eastern and Western hemispheres.
As the explorers did long ago, by vessel I go.
From East Pacific to West, I look for what is there.
I imagine only reptiles and amphibians in the East and water mammals sunbathing in the West.
This is a knowledge quest endeavoring.
If I do discover indigenous people,
I will be very cautious to not assume their normality.
Embracing their difference, if I am allowed.
How long I am there, who knows?
I came to educate and inspire.
Through my navigation system, I will share out.
If a signal is not given, I am disallowed.
Therefore, will I return to my home land, is question to ponder.
Insofar as I sally forth imagism via looking through the lens of thought,
Expeditious is my cognizance, as I trudge forward for gen, the world is a brilliant place to be within.
________________________________________________________________________
PENNED ON JANUARY 09, 2015!
by: Poet destroyer
I investigated many poems today
Friendly people on this (Love Boat)
Everybody different in their own way
The evidence I found is hidden in every poetry line
Mysteriously, one poet comes from (Fantasy Island)
I am filing charges on the lady
Who welcomes you to the soup
Leaves you a comment, without reading your identity
Today I read a report on the supernatural.
Billies demons vs' (Charlies Angels.)
Investigating a woman who poets you advise, gee's how nice
I will give her a ticket, for making me feel guilty as can be
How about the clown who does not wear a rubber nose.
He puts on a show with his pen and paper (THAT IS TALENT)
He is using his ego another way
He makes us laugh, with one whip of his Belt
I will not release the name on the depressing poem I read
For her, I will stop traffic, and move everyone out of her rain
Her words made my heart bleed
A warrant goes out to the girl who used too much imagination.
I actually got to see tongues to tongue vividly.
I will never ticket the poet queen
Murder she wrote and got away,
I do not know who is the John Doe I found today.
I will be reading his poetry file.
To make sure, he is not misleading this investigation.
I also confiscated an old antique or two
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes
I did my undercover work on a serial killer case on the soup.
That is one report I did not want to picture
I hope the writer will bargain for a life sentence
In a paradise so Green.
I will soon end my file, and turn in my report about Big Foot
After I arrest them ladies who write about butterflies
It is against the law to lead us on a goose chase
We are nowhere near (A highway to heaven)
I have to go join a (S.W.A.T.) team.
To raid the aliens who invade (The little house on the prairie)
I call this group the (A team)
You know A-liens team who you are.
Someone just posted bail
For the girl who blinded us all
She wore her neon converse a straight ticket to jail
I am on a manhunt locating a molester
Every time she is spotted in a pick out line
She comes back and deletes her trade
Erasing her only profile, just to edit all over again
This coming from a crooked cop, (Magnum)P D
Reporting live on the poetry soup
Sam, the box turtle, sauntered down deserted gravel road;
when he bumped into Elli, a gorgeous, slender, green toad.
Together they stopped to admire the rustic scenery;
noting, Bunny would like hiding eggs in all that greenery.
Easter will be in a few weeks, kids will have fun hunting eggs;
Bunny would be quite busy hopping on two spindly legs.
Sadie, a monarch butterfly fluttered into their path;
she was perched on a tree branch taking her daily sun bath.
“Hi!” she said to Sam and Sadie. “Have you heard hottest news?
The Easter Bunny was murdered, on the headline reviews.”
Sam and Sadie were speechless, much too shocked to say the least;
who murdered the Easter Bunny, who was the wicked beast?
No one could think of anyone who wanted Bunny killed,
the whole town was suspected, everyone thoroughly grilled.
It couldn’t be Sam or Sadie; they were not at the scene;
whoever it was, they were desperate, extremely mean.
Small town sheriff investigated the deadly crime site;
there lay Bunny sprawled along the roadside, eggs colored bright.
Struck down by angry mother hawk, thought he robbed her love nest;
sheriff pulled out the handcuffs, placed mother under arrest.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall
Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny naked eye cannot see
engineering so fine progresses what is to be
Stored information that’s dynamic in action
investigation that understands just a fraction
plants that convert light into sugar
directions malfunction converted to injure
So much of language we don’t understand
and deny designer on length of it’s strand
like God we conceive with plans and action
to science becomes a single mans passion
We draw and layout a similar pattern
imitation configured by nature so learn
skill of arrangement and execution
who would replace design with evolution
We ourselves imitate all creation
by things produced in every nation
like God we delight to work something new
to admit being like God are those of us few
Why do so many have difficult time
that like our Father have creative mind
able to produce from imaginative skill
beauty and pleasure which in our souls thrill
Everything speaks of brilliant design
it’s language to the specifics define
communication of action individual speech
in every molecule order does teach
Expressions of Love in all that’s created
conditions within the things investigated
intelligence for foolishness many have traded
and thirst for learning becomes castigated
We comprehend not the speech of our tongue
or the effects upon whom it belong
direction of growth all order is spoken
connection with Father has become broken
Genetics embody progression of growth
contains language and communication both
from within does come outward advance
to intricate to have arrived by chance
In all of nature instruction is written
the Bible a book of directions submission
to understand Love and how we should live
and what is hidden within his missive
Jehovah to earth sent his only begotten
with his sacrifice might our hearts soften
so we might have our freedom of speech
to understand the heights that we may reach
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC?
Alliteration Cousin (a,b,c,d. e,f,g,h, a,c,b,d. e,g,f,h. Last Stanza: ae, bf,
cd, gh)
(a) There was a Fairy with lots of goodies,
(b) One day some Elves came in and carted most away.
(c) "O my", cried the Fairy, "the naughty Elves again,"
(d) Having great faith, the dear little thing, left everything in
the hands of the Gome.
(e) Never being weary of well-doing,
(f) The Fairy went helping needy ones as usual.
(g) Along came the Gome to hold a Council meeting;
(h) The Council men and women investigated her case.
(a) There was a Fairy with lots of goodies,
(c) "O my", cried the Fairy, "the naughty Elves again."
(b) For one day some Elves came in and carted most off.
(d) Having great faith, the dear little thing, left everything in
the hands of the Gome.
(e) Never being weary of well-doing,
(g) For her, the Gome held a Council meeting.
(f) The Fairy went helping needy ones as usual.
(h) The Council men and women investigated her case.
Last Stanza:
(a) There was a Fairy with lots of goodies,
Never being weary of well-doing,
(b) Yet some Elves came in and carted most off.
The Fairy went helping needy ones as usual.
(c)"O my" cried the Fairy, "the naughty Elves again."
For her the Gome held a Council meeting.
(d) Having great faith, the dear little thing left everything
in the hands of the Gome.
The Council men and women investigated her case.
She's a skilled fighter
Nests a fire-breathing dragon
Rests in the barrel of her gun
The rumble of thunder
Just a drop of her blood
The badge stood crime still
Time froze in her powerful spill
Injustice fertilised the ground
Against all tradition, she's a knight
Hidden beauty behind the vise
Maiden on the wings of justice
An angelic armour shinning light
I drink daily from her mug
A fresh cop of her love
Full of peace like a dove
Her shield protects me like a bear hug
As you look at me I'm not him.
Wearing a face of a man that does not exist, a myth.
For i am reserved, deep within the confines of self.
Ensorcelled, impelled, upon a journey of discovery.
Under the melanin pigmentation of epidermal.
Through the subcutaneous tissue, to travel around blood vessels, capillaries, and arteries, the rivers of life.
Observed and closely investigated all the fibers of the muscles, the joints, and the tendons which bind them.
From the plantar, up the nervous system, to the cranium.
Within the essence of me, the was, the is, and the maybe, the realms of my brain.
Continuing through the optic nerve, peering through the retina.
If seeing is believing, then there's more says my fervor.
So I close the lids and travel further.
Encaged within the thoracic, observing the pulmonary action of breath taking.
At that moment, I hear the rhythm, the drumming of existence.
Astonished with disbelief, awaiting to awaken from this dream.
All the days and years of believing me void.
There it is, pulsating with strength, feeding all the limbs and giving me life.
Contradicting the accusations and claims
of the misinformed strife.
Reinforced by the deeds and sacrifices, the joy and the pains endured.
Shattered like glass, the image i am not.
Against all odds, I found that I do have a heart.