Best Investigating Poems
One swift move tempting
sunburned curls to find
a whole new place
across her face
around vanilla shoulders
dress clings to hips
purple arranged on pouting lips,
kohl around almond eyes
calculating,
investigating lustful look
~~~~~~~~
twirl, swirl,
oh yes girl
High heels tango, abrazo,
hand on back, barrida
full stop... freno
breathless hunger
Tango. Castigada
***
May 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
investigating, beauty, dance, music, together,
Form:
Rhyme
There was no finer detective than Inspector Thaddeus Tweede of Scotland Yard!
He was most astute in solving crimes and could quickly detect a fake canard!
He joined the force as a 'bobby' working himself to the peak of his profession.
You daren't pull the wool over his eyes when he was seeking a confession!
Ah! He could have been cast in a movie since he was a detective's prototype,
In his tweed suit, tweed cape, tweed deerstalker's cap and ever-present pipe!
When investigating crime scenes he'd mull the facts with his chin in his hand,
Puffing his pipe making copious notes should he be called to the witness stand!
The highlight of his career was solving the case of Prime Minister Percival Hoar,
Who was found by his maid one dark and stormy night sprawled upon the floor!
There was no evidence of forceful entry or anyone breaking through the door,
Nor was there any sign of a struggle, bullet holes or oozing, bloody gore!
Who could have done this dastardly deed that brought the minister to his doom?
He took prints, photos and noted a strange odor as he moved about the room.
Thaddeus called on all his experience and training to solve this mysterious case,
Muttering to himself and doing a lot of 'hmming' as to and fro he did pace!
Eureka! He noted a bulge in the prime minister's jacket he hadn't noticed before!
Gingerly lifting a bottle from the pocket he deduced he needn't search anymore.
It wasn't a gun, the butler, jilted lover, political enemy or an envious friend
That did the terrible deed - 'twas demon rum that brought the minister to his end!
Categories:
investigating, funny, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
Categories:
investigating, abuse, angst,
Form:
Prose
The passionate...pulsating rhythm,
Of your tasty...temple of doom.
Pounds a pummeling throb,
While hunting for buried treasure.
A lustrous...look like acid rain,
A hopeful...heart, a buried jewel.
My whip...willingly...whips,
A love escapade unwinds.
I raid your beautiful...body
Looking for the lost ark in the dark.
Erotic...exploration begins;
I explore a deeper crevice.
Solely...searching a secret tunnel,
Investigating, probing, and panting,
In the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
With my trusty archeological tool.
Hot wax poured...sizzling burns
The crimson scented wax streams
On this secret quest for love,
A stimulating last crusade.
Drops of salty...sweat
Bead from my fatigued...face
Dripping into the abyss of covers
And on the glistening skin.
Contrast: hitting the shiny...skin
The splash sound...is amplified.
A magnified grimace of pleasure
Protrudes the dark silhouette.
Steamy...lava skin yearns,
For a cool touch to extinguish
The heat of human friction while
Luscious...lips call out Dr. Jones.
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*Posted for an anonymous request
To write more free verse...
Categories:
investigating, adventure, love
Form:
Free verse
My words depart as I try
To explain these happenings
Mistrust has poke its ugly head
And is dragging my family apart
Husband against wife
Mother against daughter
Brother against sister
We all are pointing blaming fingers at bloodline
Burning our eyes with hatred
With no prophecy of it ever ending
I’m on a cross road not knowing where to look
Lost in flying words
Words thrown out of anger
Mouth felled with sour love and sweet hatred
Eyes swollen with pain and anger
Face deformed with fold marks
Decedent’s of Cain we have become
Investigating each other
And forgetting to be each other’s keeper
Stretching leg at a moving brother
Folding arms at a falling him
We all are masters in our own worlds
A lone wolf we have become
So I sought to find a solution
To close Pandora’s box
And seek the paradise that is long lost
I hope to find remedy to end a family heritage
The only treasure that we have.
Categories:
investigating, anxiety, family,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Observing life, investigating, viewing, ever
Enlightening living, occasions, idyllic she abounds
Gracing us, in-depth, loving long, eternal rush, maiden oozes
.
Categories:
investigating, appreciation, best friend, blessing,
Form:
Verse
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating
The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor
A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation
Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place
Categories:
investigating, adventure, humorous, imagery, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Wandering
Attached
Leash
Keenly
Investigating
Neighborhood
Grottos
Tenacious
Hound
Energy
Digging
October
Grass
1/22/19
For Word Play contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Categories:
investigating, dog, fun, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
He sings so sweetly
that little birdie,
upon his red-beaded branch;
oh I wish I had the chance
to his tune, to dance.
Christmastime’s so bright,
with a blanket of its white,
I wish to go outside
to play, run and slide,
how smoothly my paws would glide.
Inside this tree is pretty,
but listening to bird’s ditty,
I find I have a craving,
to go investigating
and engage in some ice skating.
When Santa comes to call
upon our Lovely hall,
I’ll ask him for some skis
for which, to get relief,
my boredom, will be appeased.
Categories:
investigating, animal, bird, christmas, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
On Faith
Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct.
Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm root
to yield ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Expectation’ as flower and fruit.
Doctor holds Faith on life to start from first breath
to continue and last till last breath ending in death.
About life children believe to feel free and tell
‘All day long to play, dance, sing or to listen to tale.’
Young guys have faith on life to observe
as ‘ Love is Life’ and ‘Life is Love.’
In query of life to guy below poverty line :
His Faith rolls in struggle to arrange lunch and to dine.
Political leader believes life dependent on public mass.
Drunkard believes life to cycle around wine glass.
‘ Idea about life ?’ When questioned to an Architect
Answer came as ‘ From master plan not to deviate.’
Intense difficult question as asked to a Scientist
Reply from Faith comes ‘ Search and research to clear mist.’
Intrinsic query on Life to a Mathematician
deals with Faith on analytic approach and calculation.
Experiences about Life as asked to an old person
Answer from his belief ‘ Meaningless ! All achievements are gone !’
‘ How to illuminate life ? ‘ asked to a saint praying to Lord
His Faith declares‘ Humble life comes from Divinity ending in God.’
Faith running, rushing, rolling, rippling , propagating
Absolute no need of explaining or investigating.
Eternal Faith pulsating in every human breath.
Amazing maze of life, amusing musing on Faith.
Categories:
investigating, faith, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms. Thanks)
Another
Work
Day
Alarm
Shower
Coffee
Husband
Wife
Goodbye
Driving
Car
Work
Neighbor
Wife
Bedroom
Coffee
Sex
Cigarettes
Forgetting
Husband
Laptop
Taking
Off-ramp
Next
Crawling
Traffic
Congested
Turning
Car
Around
Driving
Home
Again
Parking
Driveway
Home
Panicking
Wife
Disbelief
Hiding
Neighbor
Closet
Approaching
Husband
Door
Greets
Husband
Door
Kisses
Wife
Entry
Smelling
Husband
Cigarettes
Smoke
Wife
Doesn’t
Searching
Husband
Suspicious
Increasing
Husband
Anger
Backyard
Cigarettes
Found
Questioning
Husband
Livid
Denies
Wife
Tears
Investigating
House
Yelling
Following
Wife
Pleading
Searching
Bedroom
Threatening
Approaching
Husband
Closet
Intercepts
Husband
Wife
Pushing
Wife
Floor
Tearing
Wife
Hysterics
Opening
Husband
Closet
Standing
Neighbor
Closet
Pleading
Wife
Tears
Holding
Husband’s
Pistol
Trembling
Neighbor’s
Hands
Infuriated
Husband
Roars
BANG
BANG
BANG
Ringing
Ears
Smoke
Hysterical
Wife
Crying
Stumbling
Husband
Floor
Closing
Neighbor
Husband
One
Head
Shot
Pooling
Blood
Floor
Bleeding
Husband
Dead
Shot
Own
Gun
Sharing
Husband’s
Bed
Adultery
Wife
Whore
Coward
Neighbor
Murderer
Scarlet
Wife
Accessory
Awaits
Prison
Both
(Based on a true story. This happened a few blocks from my previous residence. I took some creative liberties with the story, names are fictional.)
Categories:
investigating, dark, death, heartbreak, husband,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
investigating, happy birthday, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Free verse
In the moments of missing time, I’m unable to
Clearly define what is real, fact or fictions of illusion,
Bright, bright is the light of delusions, but I know
One thing I’ve been touch by the other side
Of realities unknown!
Sheer is the curtain between space, and times
Universal continuum, a fine thin veil pulled backwards
By unworldly hands, investigating chattering’s voices
Which Echo within my head, probing mine own version
Of sanities awkward view of life, and deaths
Context of truth!
Burning embers of reddened eyes, sizzle into my
Skeletal perception of panic, fear, this is a nightmare,
From which I cannot awaken from, me the abductionary
Victim, sitting on the stone cold table of realism,
Unable to move, and muted unable to scream!
Side to side, my captors do so move, whispering
In a language unknown to me, their prisoner,
What do they want from me, their caged
Animal, an earthling of mortal flesh, their
Creature held, an entrapment’s futuristic web!
Locked down are my wrists of humanity,
Unable to struggle free, a passive resistor,
Controled by these little green man tormentors.
As if these thoughts are read by them,
One turns and looks at me, a mental whispering
Do I so hear, me the abducted, be still now,
We mean thee no harm, just curious!
Almost tenderly does he whisper within my mind,
As I fell within a deep, deep sleep, suddenly I am
The dreamer awoken, drenched in sweat, shaking
Unto my own inner core, what time is it, what day
Is this, was it real or just a bad dream?
My clock radio, says only a moment has passed,
But I know something has happened,
I’m not just having a bad dream!
So I shake my wife lying next to me,
Obviously spooked beyond belief,
She says, I’ve had a similar dream?
In the moments of missing time, I’m unable to
Clearly define what is real, fact or fiction of illusion,
Bright, bright is the light of delusions, but I know
One thing I’ve been touch by the other side
Of realities unknown!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
investigating, adventure, halloween, history, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Here I stand mirroring my soul
Descending in the inner of my existence
Investigating my cobwebbed subconscious
Analazying Who I am,What I want
So many questions,too little answers
Here I am,the prosecutor of each thought
and of my every emotion
Here I dig deeper and deeper
in my moonless well of fear
and my starlit splash of hope
Faithful and doubtful of which path to take
Knowing I'll never go back to the path
which leads to mental bruises of shame
I've been there,can still llisten
to the echo of hollowness
Can still feel the ombra of solitude
Still haunted by its darkness
Still living with its ghostly mist
I will not return to that cursing thomb
to that golden circle of polished snakes
I will go on to find the path,the path I long for
It is a desert path,but it leads to a stream
A stream where I can bathe naked
Where I can feel fresh water on my skin
and manna on my lips
A stream where I am not stoned for what I feel
Every drop of dew would glisten
and purify my sin
I am going to that stream where I can breathe
and unsuffocate my dream
I am going to that place where I can love
Where I can live,where I'll be loved
Here I stand in the middle of nowhere
asking myself which direction am to take
Here I stand waiting justice for the wholly of myself
So very close to heaven,yet not far away from hell
Here I am,Still at Crossroads
PS~A revised Oldie
Categories:
investigating, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
In "The Shootist", J.B. Books is not feeling up to snuff.
He has cancer. What are the concerns
of a man dying.
To die
commensurate with the way he lived his life.
Books dies in a gunfight.
McIntosh dies in the desert, under a broken wagon,
fighting Indians.
Norman Thayer will die of heart failure
by the side of his wife, Ethel.
Two police officers
die investigating a stolen moped at a gas station
in the Bronx.
One buys it between the eyes, the other in the back.
The killer out on early parole
from a manslaughter rap.
The DA blames the judge, the judge blames the parole board,
and the board says the jails are overcrowded.
What should I be doing, old turtle.
Devote myself to re-order the world
or crawl off to a lonely spot and preserve myself.
We are trying
to educate everyone to their individual capacities
and see that all are fed, clothed and sheltered adequately.
Because the suffering of one citizen makes suffering
for another, the slow death of one sometimes makes
the sudden murder of another.
There is this
black rock we live on and its lovely mantle of green.
It is all that is perfect. And everything of it is
perfect that respects its integrity. On the subway
I was amused to find, hidden in the confused
mass of anonymous, bleak graffiti, unseen
by the studied, expressionless passengers,
in pink, delicate script, vertically written,
the word *****.
People are the element I live in.
The world is pushy, we are bone,
the numbers of us overwhelm.
It is going to be hot again soon
and the Bronx will actively resent it.
Books dies in Carson City,
only two or three people will miss him at all.
He died alone as he lived,
with his enemies.
Categories:
investigating, cancer, city, education, heart,
Form:
Verse