Best Suspicion Poems
Almost sixty years ago, my father
under suspicion, as a cattle rustler
Me a bit surprised
but it could have been as the title of a hustler
One day whilst in the dairy, my father with my brother milking cows
two young cops arrived to ask a leading question
Were you in such and such a paddock on such and such a day
if so what was your purpose, was put as a suggestion
They had evidence to support, that my father he did visit
That his actions in that paddock may be viewed as illicit
One cop from his pocket pulled a docket , that had been found
it was a receipt which displayed my fathers name
It was enough for them to investigate,
that's why to my father's property they came
To their leading question
what was it he was doing
I had a crap was his immediate reply
One young innocent cop asked my father what's a crap
They would have instantly known if my father said he was ........ a word that rhymes with ruing
perhaps my father would have had regrets if he had known what would later be brewing
NO CHARGES LAID
It is a secret
You’re afraid to reveal
Too much of your heart
You’re afraid, so you conceal
The real you, the real truth
The hues of hope and faith
The sweetness of such grace
It is a worry
You’re too aware of
A darkness that hurries
To dim your sparkle, to dissuade
Your kindness, your blazing
Spirit, your warmth and sincerity
The feelings that make you believe
In the brilliance of a light…
That pours out over the blackest night
It is a doubt
You’re ashamed to speak of
A discouragement, a dread – clouding
Out all the good, the amazement,
The wonders that assure the soul
There is a joy that grows and grows,
A miracle so abundant it consoles,
Phenomenal love, compassion so perfect
It is a lonely ache
Surviving the hopes in your heart,
Isolation from the whisper of grace,
Seclusion from the chance
To reach out to someone with faith,
Smile through the burning of a past
Where you didn’t know kindness or the
Meaning of relationship – fulfillment
It is a detested place
Where there is no honesty or thanks
Where light never makes its way
Through the desperation, the grief, the despair
That seems to penetrate each inspiration
With seeds of distrust and reservations,
Suspicions that keep you from the answers,
The trust that stirs your heart to assurance
It is there, in the shadows
Where hearts are broken and spirits
Are destroyed by the sorrow and pain,
The endless feelings of loss and disgrace
The abundance of miseries and mysteries
Who make life feel like a horror tale
Instead of the promising narration of inspirations…
The poetry of a life who is guided
By the hand of One who knows
The heart is made up of more than one
Poem, more than one tale, more than one
Verse that leads to the conclusion, the victory
Comes in believing that the ending, the finish line
Will bring a reassurance, a confidence, more penetrating than the
Past could possibly destroy with its uncertainty and malice!
The poetry of a life – is created by
Listening to His love – His light
Breathing softly, gentling…
All the dark shadows and strife
And - FEAR is the final sacrifice!
Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
January 8, 2023
Into the woods the three did wander
Graceful teenage girls carefree
I had great cause to ponder
Surely someone held the key
When they were never seen again
Suspecting things grimly gone awry
What evils lurks what evil men
Might dare beneath God’s watchful eye
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Long ago, in a tiny Kingdom,
in some far-distant land,
lived four hundred sub-servient people,
whose ruler was "The Shan"!
He had a real bad temper,
and was subject to take fits!
So the people sorta walked on eggs,
and had to keep their wits.
Things were good for quite awhile,
no fits, and it was great!
Then one day, that all changed,
which led to a perilous fate!
It's unclear what really happened,
but things got real intense!
The Shan had his worse fit ever,
and the people had no defense!
There was only one survivor,
a very lucky man!
But, I have to ask, where was this guy,
when "the Fit hit the Shan?
Catalyst
Speeds up a chemical reaction
While defence, suspicion, defiency and greed
Of dictatorship
Speeds up an outburst for war
Between man and man
Country and country
There are many reasons to start a war
But there is only one reason
To prevent
To halt
And to stop it
And that reason is simply called
Peace-loving
Suspicion always finds the poor butler.
This time, he was carrying a large box.
I think I saw her fingers--if not her
perhaps it was her sister's golden locks.
People say that she slapped his lovely face.
Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you,
but a grain of truth may favor this case:
She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't true.
I've only heard these things, and, yet it's true:
his was an evil look I saw that night.
Passing judgment, I'm not accustomed to,
(he could have done it when far out of sight.)
At last this story is wrapped in a glove.
The Butler's name, by the way, is Daniel.
The box contained a gift for Daniel's love:
A golden, freckled-nose cocker spaniel!
July 20, 2022
Theme: #2, Suspicion Fell on the Butler
One in Five 2 poetry contest
by Joseph May ~ First Place!
Suspicion
Suspicion is a friend of mean souls,
Jealousy, inferiorities, are its pals.
It always makes you a back biter,
Back talks are baseless, and bitter.
Suspicion is very often unjust than just,
It is far more to be wrong than right.
It is great enemy of virtue and Happiness,
And the bane of all society and goodness.
Suspicion reveals the character of its holder,
When words proved untrue he becomes a liar.
Suspicious minds imagine beyond words,
And brings out words sharper than swords.
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Spiritual Optimism
Silenced voices for millennia traverse upon repressed pivotal moments
Deplorable vow of secrecy resonates amid impregnable embattlements
Ancient nomads above burning desert sense overwhelming compassion
Thirst quenched with essential nutrients rejuvenates tenets of past eon
Primal fear of cosmic unknowns planet in isolation impose concealment
Incessantly radiating interstellar illumination awaken fireflies iridescent
Enigmatic passageway to astounding revelation shrouded in symbolism
Sweep ambiguities away strengthening indefatigable spiritual optimism
He was alone and lonely.
Sadness swept his eyes
before he jabbed at me
with his cynical sarcasm.
He slowly lit his Camel.
It was a simple act of murder
and he was a scholar of sorts –
a player of chess, a fan of poetry.
I knew I was under his scrutiny.
I agree it looked rather suspicious.
After all, the body was there
and I was found holding the knife.
I squirmed under his hard eye
but leaned back into the chair
in front of his desk knowing
he had a soft spot for women.
A hard drinker, he took a bottle
from his cabinet and offered
a glass to me. I didn’t accept
as I knew I should stay alert.
“It was a man, a squabby man,
with a glimmer of glee in his eye,”
I said. “He looked at me, then
threw down the knife and ran.”
Marlowe said, “I don’t think you did it.
There was no blood on your clothes.
Your shoes would have soaked
in the blood and crusted.”
I relaxed a little and offered a smile.
I knew I was home free.
I was glad I had changed my shoes.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
She took the bait…
Inspired by but not entered in Natasha L Scragg’s Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest
The case of caviar the Humpherts ordered
was missing from their mansion. What a mystery!
Could long-time butler Stephan be the culprit?
If so, posthaste the traitor would be history.
One Humphert child cried out, “He wouldn’t do that!
“Some stranger could have slipped in,” said the other
and swiped those little cans. Are they expensive?”
“Oh, yes, five thousand dollars!” said the mother.
They then recalled that when their goods were stolen,
the butler and his bowling team were out of town.
They told the kids, “You’re right. He didn’t do this.”
The stunning theft resulted in a weeks-long frown.
The kids now keep a secret from their parents.
They’ll never tell how much stray cats love caviar.
They buy them cat food now with their own money.
Stephan just smiles and nods while watching from afar.
Choice 2
July 15, 2022
entered in the One in Five 2 Contest placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
Murder was served at the table.
The fellow is dead, not stable.
Page turned, nothing could be subtler -
Suspicion fell on the butler.
It was the salt and peppering -
It’s clear his oversteppering
was found out this night…all knives out.
Stone cold - the butler gave a shout.
The poison sealed the rim of glass
to coup de gras the loudmouth bass.
Another page was turned, we’d learn
the butler’s dead - a great concern!
The guests, now accuse each other,
but one by one they fall. Bother!
Who hates them all? Who’s caused this strife?
One’s still standing - the butler’s wife!
The reader, glares at the writer,
declares it was a nail biter.
She tells the author to drink up.
He hopes it is a loving cup.
7/21/2022
SPONSOR: Joseph May
Contest: One In Five 2
Chose #2 - SUSPICION FELL ON THE BUTLER
A wee silky cat
With heafty cordial fair eyes
Perched at a fence
At my sight descends
Escorts me to the mosque's gate
Retraces back at risk
Human presence troubles him
*Image of Suspicion & Doubt by Pixabay.
Suspicion Fell on the Butler
'Twas a murky damp eve at the big house,
A frightening hallway clock tolls troll-less,
Hark the wayward butler a standard louse,
I glanced via the house he's gone I guess.
You're confident you've dug in everywhere,
Every nook and cranny cracks in the fence,
All we found were pipes but he is nowhere,
The shadiness of mistrust emerged dense,
He yelled at Mr. Cheevers, the louse claim,
He saw nothing he know nothing came up,
And shortly haunting tolling trolls proclaim,
Straggled Suspicion fell on the Butler, yup!
2022 July 25
*2nd Place*
One In Five 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2022 July 29
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
January 15, 2023
Alone in the chapel, falling apart
Unveiling the wounds of her tortured heart
Seeking solace in quiet of the night
Wishing and praying her instincts aren't right.
The true love of her life has gone astray
She saw him with someone else yesterday
Hoping she had got things completely wrong
That he'd been faithful to her all along.
She cannot believe that they may be through
And is undecided what she should do
He hasn't told her anything face to face
And hopes to be blessed with merciful grace.
She prayed that he would be back tomorrow
To sooth away the pain of her sorrow
She could not stand the idea that he
Was in love with another somebody.
Suddenly there was a tap on her back
She turned around, it was her sweetheart Jack
He kissed her and said in all honesty
‘Twas his sister he was with yesterday.
19th December 2020
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Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 4th - Thank you John
A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On - Poetry Contest
Date judged 23rd December 2020 - Received an N/A
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose