Best Investigative Poems
A LIFE CYCLE
Ejected
Dislocated
Passive
Activated
investigative
Never stop
Driven
T’ward the top
Content
Paternal
Fulfilment
Feel eternal
Perceive mortality
Free
Just a memory
Geoffrey Brewer
September 2018
Every time I look I see a different face,
As the media gathers pace,
In the influencing race.
No longer in the news business,
No longer bothering to clean up their mess,
No longer checking before going to press,
No longer thinking about mases to impress,
With no more mirrors in the place,
For the past to embrace,
It is now all about the modern face,
And it's influence on the race,
With few caring about the hardship investigative reporters face,
If they have too many facts to put in place.
It is only a matter of time before the media will have to face,
Up with a "we misjudged the mood of the public face",
With little chance of another "thanks for the award face",
With every chance of no "poker face",
As they will need a "change of heart face',
Before the music they have to face,
For undue influence on the outcome of the human race.
Oh how on earth did the media ,
Get such an idea,
That influencers would for them, be there,
When there were so many of us who could see what was living there,
That influencers are masters of what people want to hear,
And are more worried about how they look on air,
And how much money can be made from them being there,
Than how many facts they produce for us to hear.
I wonder how the media will respond to what is here,
How much influence I have to spare,
And how many new faces I will be shown this year.
Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum
Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging drums
Of blazing envy, wrath, and sloe-eyed sleaze
Pelosi-Schumer's moralizing minions on their knees
Digging up dirt on disapproved-of nominees
Judgment fled to Pandora-box divorce decrees
Careful, all you righteous pols, so sure the public will be pleased
Most voters care about the economy, not investigative sleaze
-- And whenever decent folks flee, the door opens for the military
Head spinning, hands to the brow, eyes searching, nothing is found.
No whistleblower in sight, not here, not there, not anywhere!
But wait!! There’s a crime that has been committed somewhere!
Nervous witnesses with eyes darting, say they have heard NO bribes.
Some have never met the accused, some have not been in the timeline!
But wait! There has to be bribery out there on the horizon somewhere!
All of them testify with opinions because evidence cannot be provided.
But wait! The highest crime of the country has been committed!
The accused is not allowed to have counsel present to defend himself!
The accused is called a fraud, a criminal, instead of innocent until proven guilty!
Secret meetings with depositions are held behind closed doors in a bunker room!
Manufacturing testimony by ‘one side’ and others are not allowed inside!
A long awaited investigative report of information for the other side, not complete.
It is looming for the accusers, as they rush from dark, thunderous clouds.
Because God forbid, there may be some truth in this report that is brewing!
Every day, no due process happens as more heads spin, day after day after day!
As if one side holds the other hostage for the country to witness in our dismay!
But wait! Aren’t there two sides of this argument, with two sides of the story?
Two sides welcome to their own documents, evidence and witnesses to call?
No, there isn’t and suddenly, what is happening has never been seen!
Gavel slamming, opinions, arguments about tweets, hearsay and name calling!
Swirling around like a swarm of nasty bees ready to attack and sting!
That’s it! The ‘sting’ will bring impeachment of the president of our country!
The problem is, the sting hurts and who suffers from all this crazy disarray?
We the people, of a country that was once called the ‘UNITED’ STATES OF AMERICA! That's right the USA!
11/19/19
*Entry for the disarray poetry contest. Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
It is the laziest of all creatures,
It could eat and eat filet all the day long.
Investigative eyes is a feature,
And it will sing to you its forlorn song.
It will avoid you like the plague by day,
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room.
By night it searches through the halls for its prey,
The hunted will meet its impending doom.
The whisper of whiskers against the door,
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps.
All at once bounding across the floor,
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.
“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again,
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.
That’s how she saw me
A lying jerk
Filled with mal-intent
And inebriated twist of the devil’s tongue
She removed my smile
My patience
My need for her
She was a professor
with a Masters Degree in Investigative Drama
Drinking shots of animosity and scorn
From half-empty glass
Layered in a syllable abused tint
Sucking accountability, dry
She removed my smile
My patience
My want for her
Vials of sadness
Broken over mattress
Where I entered her
Into innocence realm
She begged for more
She begged me to stay
But, I was already marked from argument’s first revelation
Because even when I held her hand
Even when I welcomed her into my arms
After being beaten for being her diamond ring’s shadow
Even when I brought her closer to peace
It wouldn’t ever be enough
My smallest mistakes would become Armageddon’s cry
My apologies
The tissue
She removed my smile
My patience
My trust for her
Because I
Was a piece of crap
An irregular painting titled: “The Bad Guy”
Messages of sangre coated angst
Going to wrong number
Her errors
Still made me see her as a precious woman
Waiting to regain her peace
Her identity
But I
Was a liar
A screw up
Our finish line had no ribbons
For she had already cut my c(h)ord
Silence
Cold shoulder
My only way to hold this peace
She thought she could leave me
But I
Was already gone
Her tears’ contempt made me let go
Fears’ discontent helped me confirm my Western sunsets
To
Fly
Fly
High
Fly
HIGH
For serenity’s wing behooves me to sway
Towards these winds of change
Solace will hold me on palm
As I wish with final prayer
That Karma
Goes easy on her
© Drake J. Eszes
I
Began
Questioning
Contradictions
Emphatically
Solo..
Start
Reasoning
Considering
Investigative
One
When It Rains It Pours
Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..
When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..
Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...
Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...
Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...
It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the twists and turns...
Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend...
When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....
The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...
The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and investigations...
The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...
But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....
To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
So as not to come under the scrutiny of an oncologist,
Each six months to check my moles I visit my dermatologist!
His exam is as thorough as that of an investigative criminologist.
Sometimes he'll take a biopsy and forward it to a microbiologist!
Many times he's had my moles zapped by his electrologist,
Or provides an RX for medications from the pharmacologist!
If he suspects any cell abnormalities he'll call in his cytopathologist,
Or send me down the hall to consult with his peer, the etiologist!
I don't want to come under the knife of that "cut-up", the pathologist,
Nor do I want to be listed in the obituaries by a passionless necrologist!
To keep this old frame free of moles I have no faith in a cosmetologist,
So, I'll continue to bare my hide for inspection by my dermatologist!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 6 in Nikko Palmario's "Holy MOLE-y!! Contest - August 2010
1. A satellite on me is so superfluous
b’cos even without it, you’ll see my flaws
my new adulthood on your eyes is a sty
as my every late night makes you pray and cry
anytime my rebellion faces your bash
my dearly connection with you seems to crash
please dad, don’t feel like my missing baluster
because of the flaunted young and new mister
every man I meet, a potential eyrie
falling for opportunists, yet not sorry.
Chorus
You want the best for me but I want fun
you know the path for me but no flowers
your love stays too tight, I want to get loose
all you see is my sky but I see Earth
I need this pause for a replay later.
2. Your restrictions make my inexperience belch
exploits from friends and media I want to fetch
my lovely journey, you want to ride and steer
my resistance means not, you are not a dear
this close adventure is said to be squishy
stay clear but tell me of anything fishy
I’m in that phase where my confidence straggles
stay with me dad but allow me to struggle
so let me out of your strong moral’s billet
or else I will turn out to be the bullet.
Chorus
You want the best for me but I want fun
you know the path for me but no flowers
your love stays too tight, I want to get loose
all you see is my sky but I see Earth
I need this pause for a replay later.
3. Boys, boys, boys, all that matter for me to quake
scary and deep but clear and warm is this lake
in the harsh weather, I have a moving fan
so that on previous happiness, please unban
you were once in this youthfulness currency
why the hypocrisy in expectancy?
I am passing through life to stay as Age’s toy
so please stop your investigative envoy
every bad mistake, your senses document
but to my heartbreaks, please be there to unguent.
Bridge
Big pa is coming, coming, coming in red
Oh lord I’m running, running, running in black
[Repeat bridge]
Chorus
You want the best for me but I want fun
you know the path for me but no flowers
your love stays too tight, I want to get loose
all you see is my sky but I see Earth
I need this pause for a replay later.
Published on the 5th of March. 2017
Secret Adversary
I view your effort
With a lot of piety:
You seem to bomb
A deserted city!
You need surveillance
You need espionage
To flash me out
Out of camouflage.
Yours is noise power
Mine; wise strategy
Will find out soon
Who meets tragedy!
***Title borrowed the renowned Investigative Writer: Agatha Christie
JM
23rd January 2014
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.
I so love my investigative angle
Peoples lives I so love to untangle
I thank my Auntie for this
Taggart in Scotland was bliss
Watching the Detectives, was my handle
I was in a deep depression
A funk I couldn’t get over
My cold heart was my liaison
She had left me, I did discover
The prime of life…illusive
I still wanted her as a lover
I moved on, I was permissive
Of my feelings, I continued
My emotions were investigative
My heart and love were glued
I couldn’t help but to love her
I saw through glasses that were hued
She eventually came back for sure
My heart just jumped a beat
Her eyes were certainly the lure
I was happy and surely upbeat
I could never leave our heat
Entrant into Becca Lucas's "Chasing the Blues Away" contest
1/31/2013
The dreadful phone call came, “we have bad news”.
Somehow I already knew, but the words screamed in my mind.
“You have cancer”, and an aggressive kind.
For the first time, I yelled at God, threw things across a porch.
I had been through too much trauma as it was, from earlier years.
They had just removed a tumor, now wanted to remove more.
I hadn’t even recovered and they were in a rush to save my life.
It is a long story, as I battled with doctors with life spinning.
I was calling everyone I knew, to thank them, as I could.
I believed the doctors that I didn’t have much chance to live.
All other worries in life dissipated in a heartbeat, none of that mattered.
I ran to the health food store in desperation to buy Mangosteen juice.
They pushed the major surgery as I took months to decide.
They thought I was crazy, gambling with my life in such a way.
I kept drinking that juice, seeking 2nd opinions, being yelled at by doctors.
They insisted after surgery would be chemotherapy which I denied.
They refused to do this second surgery only for investigative purpose.
When I finally had that second surgery, it was me who turned out to be right.
The rest of the biopsies were clear as I had overcome doctors and science!
Faith returned as I realized God had brought me a miracle fully unexplainable.
They still wanted to do chemotherapy, so I raced to transfer out of state.
Where they agreed with me not to, almost 10 years later, here I am alive.
Heidi Sands