Best Investigators Poems
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
Is scamming an issue of morals or an issue of gullabilities, your emotions and kindness can be vulnerabilities. Beware of the four one nine, the code for scams, black money, virtual love, the psychology telegram. People have been taken out for their anonymous cohorts, the lure of money, underground fame is being played like a sport. Some economies thrive on internet fraud, it shows how humans and psychology are actually flawed. This simple brilliancy will prey on the unwary, signed contracts, fake contacts, some will even trick you to marry. Lottery scams, free kittens, a dignitary is in jail, but you can make triple whatever they’re asking you for bail. Money laundering, missing assets, is this a moral issue, or a deeper societal virus where malignant virtues are the brand new. Technological literate children in a perceived corrupt world, the future scammers, innovators, and investigators of this world.
At crushing depths
Titanic rests
Rusticles- like red ice
hang from her corpse
[the excrement of
fathoms deep bacteria]
And now technology
[ undreamed of when it was needed]
peers at her
[long submerged wreckage]
from slick sub-like vessels
taking computer generated
photo mosaics
[for investigators to pore over.]
Once, mystifying questions
are un-layered one by one
from evidence locked
within her tortured skeleton,
revealing
[ not the simple impact of an iceberg]
sealed her fate]
but rather, a 'series of happenings',
[without remedy.]
Rivets with 'too much slag'
gave way
letting in Atlantic's weight
Her belly full,
she hugged her center keel
[in futile efforts]
to keep bow and stern connected.
As she sank, into eternity,
chambered cells,
[once meant to prevent
the onslaught of the sea,]
were swiftly breached
Sea weight tore her
great- ship's-soul asunder,
and sinking to the sea's dark floor,
she took with her,
poor forsaken passengers
[crying in disbelief ]
at the cruel and lying 'myth.'
See sawing down,
the broken stern end
speared, into fathoms deep mud,
the bow rails stayed intact
[for all the ghosts
to lean on ]
And with the solving of
her final hours,
it is unthinkable,
that this rusticled specter
[once so full of mystery]
had been declared to be
'unsinkable.'
ALL YOURS (Jun 10)
Contest Judged: 6/9/2021 11:40:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
First Place
Yesterday my dad said i can be a doctor
Yesterday my mom was sure i'll end being a lawyer
I solved so many cases in my young whether in play or reality
That i wanted to be like one of those characters in Agatha Christie's novels
The investigators and the crime solvers
In my teen, i just wanted to run away from home for good
My destination was the northern Kenya where people died of hunger
I wanted to be that one doctor there who provided medical care and taught preventions and cures
I also wanted to end up in Kibera, the largest slum in kenya
Live like the people
Live among the people
Do missionary work
I never run away, atleast not for good
I passed KCSE, Kenya highschool examination with flying colors
And went to college
In college, i was a free bird
So far away from protective rules
I met friends and did many college stuff
That college kids do, well most college kids
There were fun times, and lots of heartbreaks
I cried a lot, my tender heart was learning life the hard way
I missed classes, i failed in a few classes and i became a professional liar
Then life literally happened
College was over, so quick it seemed
I had done my three jobs and i was aiming for one job
It was a job to survive, not necessarily a job to love
It's been a couple years
I am more mature now
I see life in 3d's and 4d's
I've had my shares
I say, i've learnt my lessons
I know my limits
I know my goals
I still have the girl in me that wanted to do missionary work and help the poor and the sick
The passion is still on, the love still shines
My success is my love, my success is my passion
He didn't mind other people laughing at him,
made it that much easier to poke fun at them
Talk about how they look,
imitate how they talk
Zing the nerds carrying their school books,
tease the girls about their Lolita walk
He was the class clown,
no doubt about it ... hands down
Always had a smile on his face,
but inside, his heart wore a frown
Going home after school
was the saddest thing to do
His father's drinking
drove his mother to commit suicide
when he was only a youth
Today, he might get the crap beat out of him
just because ...
Tonight, his dad might be in a drunken stupor
from a six-can buzz
It was always easy to deal with
when he would hide in the laughter
Watch the funny shows on the telly,
gut busting his half-empty belly
He cried when he heard Jim Belushi died,
he laughed when he saw John Candy's sad eyes
In the mornings, he would run gleefully off to school
Ready to hurl funny insults at me and you,
because that's what a class clown is supposed to do
I heard he went out west when he graduated,
and met a woman who he fell in love with
She had reminded him of his mom so much,
he could always make her laugh with his rich, baritone voice
Sadly, the funny man got famous ...
at least for fifteen minutes or so
New reports claimed it was a murder suicide,
two people had died
The crime scene investigators said
his woman had stopped taking her meds
His funny ways had lifted her from the depths of depression,
she felt she didn't need those pills anymore
But hidden in her mind was a split personality;
the other her didn't like laughter, she was humor-free
Her sinister side said kill the clown,
stop those funny man sounds
Plunge the knife deep, deep down
Then ask him, while he's dying,
who's laughing now
Time for her to go and meet your mom
Class clown
Funniest person I ever knew,
finally found laughter in his heart
But died with a frown
Immortality reigns in the land of the living
opening its windows for Life to close its doors.
So much evil, chewing the helpless human flesh
senses of sight and smell condemned
with hearing and feeling greatly exaggerated.
Mobile forces with intentions so evil
carrying deadly plans and missions
not waiting for their waters to break
scavenge for anything with life like corrupt investigators.
For a hundred predatory tongues, blood is the only meal
outrunning the spirited out-runner
chasing like a hundred chariots with tireless limbs.
Terror suffocates confidence
and smells terribly like a bad odour.
Existing shadows in thick darkness
whispers in baritone, of an intimidating forest
in a crunch contest between the winds and the spirits.
Silence also gives so much noise
imaginations get obese with steroids-overdose.
Trembling manifest as man’s original creation
and each scream gives out a thousand echoes.
So alone in the hollow of death’s joker
one surely raging, painful and slow
producing a gentle lay in a casket of poisonous spiders.
Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire tied around his neck,
all because a caucasian woman,
claimed she didn't get proper respect
oh Emmett Till,
Money Mississippi was the place,
you were not guilty of the case,
but you were guilty of your race,
to much melanin in your face,
Oh Emmett Till,
they say your case changed the land,
apparently not,
ask George Zimmerman,
but in your case the INNOCENT man was named Roy Bryant,
When reporters asked him did he kill you he surely didn't deny it,
Oh Emmett Till,
While you are sitting next to our heavenly father,
tell him to touch our country's heart if he bother,
then we all can have a peaceful space,
my prayer is one day All of God's children,
Become one race...
The Nefarios Scream
Camping in isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons
Adventures in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream
Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D
I'm
Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me,
let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air
on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see
confined people of shade suspended there.
They strain against the lock, peer through the rail
of shadow gate where fear and pain collide,
destined to seek the path of peace and fail,
eternal slumber forever denied.
PC Moss walking the beat on last patrol
footsteps in Lock-up yard in echoes sound
in concert with the chains of fettered soul
never to seek solace beneath the ground.
Matins at the Friary can still be heard,
the brotherhood who walk, missals in hand.
In moonlit armour, Roman legions stirred
on Chester Green they march by night's command.
Take heed now of the child's plaintive cry
hurled from Silk Mill tower in ages past
unanswered call to mother, years go by
languishing, no comfort to the last.
These fragile frames of ours will end their days,
we live in hope for immortality
We know not what 'twixt here and heaven lay
so don your hat and cape, and walk with me.
Derby: known to paranormal investigators as 'the dead centre of England'.
For contest- Midnight
The corridor to her heart
Was lined by shelves with dusty books
The walls were adorned with a myriad of portraits
For whom all had haunting looks
Upon first entering there was ample room
One could turn around to run
And now it is as though I'm a bullet chambered in a gun
Bleeding through my armor plated chest its clear to me
There's no such thing as manifest destiny
In the hallway of my life I stand before
The last door at the end
To petrified to knock, much less let myself in
The open palms of want were turned upside down
As offerings were thrown upon uneven ground
Isn't it funny how quick things change
When what we want gets re-arranged
Sides chosen for their beauty can turn ugly by time
And the air just gets thinner the higher up that we climb
In a bed of tragedy wicked thoughts are spawned
As one lover drowns the other in a heart shaped pond
Investigators send samples of the water to a lab to be tested
Where there is a man in a white coat who has nothing invested
The results are rich in iron and high in agony
A crown of thorns laced with bitter irony
EVE HAS LEFT AND I AM HEARTBROKEN
EvE has left and I am so very heartbroken
Again someone hurt her beautiful heart and soul
With tears in her soft, beautiful brown eyes
There's no mistaken she will never come back
She even sold her most special prize winning horse
Only this time she has all the money that can keep her warm
And especially keep her destination unknown to many
She had left us all for fifteen long and endless years
Not even the Private Investigators we hired could find her
It was if she really did fall off this planet earth well worth
She never told one soul to where she had gone and resided with
My shy and not one bad word to say about anyone person alive
The only thing she wants to be known is that she doesn't want anyone
Looking for her, for she just needs her quiet time alone and doesn't
Want to hurt anymore; she kept all the necessities to me to leave to
her children.
God, please shelter her and keep her safe from harms way
My long endless tears are flowing so fluently that I had just found
my beautiful sister after not seeing her for almost twenty-one years.
ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT SHE TOOK ALL HER HIKING GEAR AND TENTS
AND NOT EVEN A CELL OR ANYTHING. I have to keep them all in her bank safe till she decides to return again. Which no one knows when that will be.
PLEASE KEEP HER SAFE AND GUIDE HER SAFELY BACK INTO OUR DAILY LIVES AGAIN.
03/21/ 2016
Colony operating mechanism
Christianity played bad role in Africa
As most European pastors and priests
were investigators and informers of the regime.
as some believers were made spies
by some churches leaders.
some people who went
to repent their sins
To majority ministers
were astonished to see the police officers
on their doors after repentance.
Yoh!
majority ministers were
working for colony regime than God ,
As many people were killed due
to some reports of many churches
ministers in Africa.
majority European missionaries
were business folks in Africa
who used the name of Christ Jesus
to steal natural resources
to enrich their people.
today some Africans continue to doubt Christianity
due to the twist of some scriptures by
some missionaries
who were in their deals
In Africa than the work of Yahweh God.
Colony operating mechanism
some missionaries promoted racism,
discrimination and injustice
In colony regime wantonly.
as they were more rules
to illiterate black folks
to fear white folks
In the colony.
Imagine some ministers
who claimed to do the Work of God
through their mouths
but they were in same group
of dangerous oppressors.
I think reminding atrocities
of some folks makes senses.
As they did not burn those criminal rules
Which pay them much illicit money
On this planet Earth.
Let's continue being happy
when the truth is sharing publicly.
It is still time to fix this World.
It is still time to burn those criminal rules
Which were made to oppress other folks
In this World of Yahweh God.
Gender Based Violence [GBV]
There is more suffering
Hide not rape, child defilement, spouse battering__
Mental torture and verbal abuse
You must seek peace, love,forgiveness and justice
Then you will be drawn away from cruelty
No need for deadly tit-for-tat attacks:
Legistrators need to strenghen laws
No need for immunity from prosecution
Investigators must examine gathered evidence
Perpetraitors should face the wrath of the judiciary
Why not stop gender based violence?
chipepo lwele
Dedicated to Gender Based Violence Activists
Without reticence of our duties civic
Won't it now be disingenuous to attack
Sanctimonious radar of indolent criminals
Who don't nod or show symbolic morals
Are we drawn onward to a new era
Where the law-abiders air an aria
We few who don't want legislation
No it is opposition governmentation
Do we have to borrow or rob the system
Refer investigators for the mission
Pull up the plethora of evidence
Dammit I'm mad at this happenstance
May 6, 2018
Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party? It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!
There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow, to come up with a ruse:
the victim is distracted, zombie-like:
“we need to manufacture an excuse!”
I’m talking not of Arizona, Shaw
or Utah, but a stealth attack on Spain
so slily undertaken years before:
I’m talking of the sinking of the Maine.
In February eighteen ninety-eight,
Americans (the new kids on the block)
were throwing round a bit of Yankee weight,
and bombed a warship in Havana Dock.
What’s wrong with that? Why, nothing – if you think
that killing folks to start a war is fine.
The vessel that the hawks picked out to sink
was US Navy, stricken by “a mine”.
The yellow press of Pulitzer and Hearst
demanded Cuba and the Philippines,
defied Don Juan to do his wimpish worst:
he’d blown our mighty Maine to smithereens.
A special corner is reserved in Hell
for those who hate the truth, and help it vanish:
for Pulitzer and Hearst knew very well
the culprits were American, not Spanish.
The “mine” account (excuse me) was exploded:
investigators sent out from Madrid
found nothing to support it. Dice were loaded.
The Yankees yearned to start a fight – and did.
The Sampson Board (American, of course)
with comic opera characters in place
(Commander Converse!) said the use of force
was fully recommended in this case.
Why can’t we be content with what we’ve got?
Why pilfer from the other person’s plate?
Two hundred US sailors died – for what?
So Uncle Sam could steal some real estate.