Best Suspicious Poems
Rustling leaves I see
Echoing behind me
Twisted branches in a frenzy
Shiver my spine instantly.
Is that a mysterious face
Hiding inside an arboreal place?
Do I stay or do I flee?
Is that something I fear in the tree?
Will it follow or will it watch intently?
I am still with curiosity.
What are the things that tarnishes wishes
Which is when I became deeply suspicious
Was it a word in a poem I recently read?
Which way by word was I being lead?
Maybe such a word was useless and trite
In poem not perfect or fit exactly right
So at it decided to take another look
With only one word could I write book?
Should word be would or possibly could?
How about clear or maybe misunderstood?
Either left, right, sight or only pronoun me
Going on a strike or out when there are three.
Then there is winner, loser, keeper and goal
Weeper when ball was not between each pole
In football there is such a word as intercept
Not on purpose but poor player was inept.
Which one of these words should you choose?
And if not properly interpreted, you will lose
And why do some people appear to be dumb
When in England word mom is really mum.
Is that why we here in America always say
mum's the word?
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Calling time is here; hand me the phone dear
Fun for all that lovers call
Will they miss you this year
Snows flare in the air, they are every where
My lines or your lovers’ rhymes
Which one you deeply care
Snows flare in the air; I’m goin’ no where
Come, be by my side
And leave the phone just there
My love, I am here; there’s no other dear
Oh, why can’t you really see
Suspicious through the year
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Poem inspired by JH’s CCC Poetry Contest
and was based on Christmas Time is Here
by Vince Guaraldi, 1965
Within us, there is a lost device,
An ancient form of thinking,
An invisible heirloom passed down to entice,
For comprehension of our being.
Vastly unknown to the populous,
Widely used by the intellect and the aware,
Insistent and tenacious,
A device, attainable but rare.
Should it appear, soak in it,
Revel in the mystery and wonder,
Seek and you shall find the darkness lit,
An emergence. A spark to ponder.
Repetition is the key,
Of unlocking the unknown,
For synchronicities you will see,
And former beliefs will be thrown,
An unspecified form, a potential,
Contouring into the imagination,
Truth will come, timing an essential,
Acknowledgement lies in discussion,
With contribution and collaboration,
Diverging and aberrant,
Sparking singularity in cooperation,
A device for recognizing the significant.
12/10/16
She could jump to conclusions and knew it
But hoped she would be able to do it
Just as she feared
Suspicion leared
She got her nose out of joint and blew it!
I don't know why I do the things I do,
constantly looking for all kinds of clues,
maybe it's all in my mind, I'm just trying to create it,
been cheated on so much, not wanting to make the same mistakes.
Hundreds of texts come to your phone,
but when I look only a few are left on,
Masses of letters and love poems,
you say chapters of your live not ready to be closed.
Going out and having fun,
that don't worry me cause your still young,
but coming home with your bra still undone?
I'm left wondering what the heck has gone on.
When you say you care, I look straight to your face,
Can't quite put my finger on it, but it ain't love that I see,
i'm suspecting I'm just a back up plan,
until you find another yourself another man.
Little emotions you rarely show,
constantly telling me not everything I need to know,
You've been here almost a year,
If you don't want a relationship why are you still here.
Just recently things have started to change,
I have a label now instead of my name,
but I just can't help thinking i'm being played,
because more and more clues are being displayed.
(Or do I just have a suspicious mind)
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Coast Guard Suspicious Officer
Plot about officer seemed to be intense;
For years he had been held in suspense;
Ammo and arms,
Always alarms;
Now there is a prevalence of evidence.
Jim Horn
Somewhat Suspicious
He sure seemed to be somewhat suspicious;
Then thought that things were surreptitious
And often had started out being stupendous
Thinking about people who were pretentious.
Or maybe make shiftily soon start to mention
Preposterous people can be at a convention
And some have said that the beauty of it all
Is how and why everyone I seem to appall.
And if hills and mountains came alive again
While we were going through thick and thin
When what you needed was God's consent
You started to repent and ran for President.
So all the possible people started to scatter
When they saw how I mixed up my batter
And no one ever ended up out of any line
My biscuits were about to rise and shine.
As soon as all of the gravy had been added
And my billfold with money now was padded
Found myself remotely among maybe a few
Poets seeking attention who up it just drew.
All of the poets patience was all worn out
Read disappointing poems without a doubt
Unusual behavior they did start to display
Disastrous poems were found in disarray.
James Thomas Horn,
Retired Veteran
I don'l live in the US
I don't know anything about that debate
Ah, well, of course I DO, apparently the rest of the world can't escape this 'royal' feat (oh, irony)
The digital TV set sends out a football match
The analog TV sends out a football match
Me, poor kid, is the proud owner of an analog one
It has no use watching football, because my neighbours cheer and yell a whole minute before I understand why.
My life is filled with looking over my shoulder Roi
With trusting no one Inc
I see conspiracies around every corner
I see conspiracies in your presidential election, heck, in choosing candidates and manipulating people into the weirdest choices and voting
I see conspiracies in controlling media and TV broadcasts and synchronizing Analog and Digital TV.
I am Neo, I believe in the synchronicity of Trinity and Morpheus.
One day I will wake up with strange deep rooted tendrils in my nose.
I am not real, I am only consisting of thoughts and weirdness.
This is no poem! This is a statement.
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1st place in contest Suspicious Tendencies
Sponsored by: Ir0nic ZiNk
Since he was a rake, and rambling man
To meet the "one" was not what he planned
She knew not his past
So was left aghast
When he removed her bra with one hand!
He saw on her face, she was set back
On the verge of a brutal attack
For their love to last
He had to think fast
He said, "I practiced behind my back!"
Body a box, box on wheels for this marble
marble of a mind
sphere of influence
influence on overdrive
slow down your mind
boxing your mind, closed wide
nice and close, closer than before to the undersatnding
of a new prpose, when midlife pointlessness, and automatic inner battles rage,
fighting with me, and whats real
inbetween where everything hurts,
ohnestly
does the pain ever fade
look at her doll house
look at her kitchen
we look like we're doin all right
the boys keep fighting
fighting
something getting the best of you
girls not consuming
consuming the substance of testotserone
making us mean
they have learned to be mothering
mothering and they will see the blind who lead
are the examples of those, are not decieving, but promises of gold
promises of gold
promise yourself
your promise land lies in body mind and soul
and from their your sphere of influence will be your own
the saints may come to save you
Medication wont fix me, the drugs just do the same thing,
lie to myself
i lie to myself to shelter myself, scared to do whatit might take, scared to do what i might
have to, desperate m,easures, arms away, desperate measures a foot away
desperate houswives
desperate mom and dads
desperate society o crooked towns the crookd hallway, in the crooked house, on my crooked
street, the crooked block it was on in a crooked town where the war was with drugs
unravelling the chase of the goose
you thionk your gonna get away poisoning our families
under rug swept
we are a team
we play this game against you
on the computer
trhis code we learn tell s the cia
where we say it go down and your liscence plate
i'll get my award on ebay
they have been planning this for years, its not a sattelite, the things they sing a puzzle to
figure out for your reward one day, if youd send fan mail, see it theuir way
Send away all of my fanmail and join the generation, try to figure out the next message
of what your saying, i think your trying to warn me
maybe, your trying to reward me, i think you all do, fit together, a game fo r all fools, but is
it safe to figure you out
am i allowed cause i dont think soo
\my instinmct tells me not to
but there needs to be a cover up
if i have to live with it
id rather have it under rug swept
if i have to
ill do it
A beckoning hurt hand
Something to understand
And then try to withstand
Or, else, vacate one’s stand…
‘’See, I’m badly bleeding,
My ignorance pleading,
That it be told the truth
And nothing but whole truth
About this grave of Ruth!
That had caused Frank a tooth!
‘’Does grave wish to be dug?
We could off the stuff shrug,
I leave with what I have
Cleanly sure I won’t starve!
Soon, a self-pitying head
Wanting pillow and bed,
Not Greg’s guiltless bloodshed….
Greg, who shall next week wed.
per·ni·cious
[p?r'niSH?s]
ADJECTIVE
having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way:
"the pernicious influences of the mass media"
synonyms: harmful · damaging · destructive · injurious · hurtful · detrimental · deleterious · dangerous · adverse · inimical · unhealthy · unfavorable · bad · evil · baleful · wicked · malign
Sheriff became racist verified as vicious;
His actions are presumed to be pernicious;
Undeniable;
Unreliable;
Whatever he does we became suspicious.
After looking at synonyms for pernicious,
seems like they all apply to both Trump
and here comes the Sheriff.
Towns have been built up on low land
with artificial drainage produced. My
lot is a mile from the Lockwood Folly
River and is 35 feet up from sea level.
This is why we built here.
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
whispers at the workplace
drive the pretentious mad
when the want to be talked about favorably
for really any reason at all
is overcome with a paranoia
that things might not be quite as kosher
as they were once thought to be---
suddenly a heightened sense of listening &
a day that drags on longer than the actual
minutes & hours might reveal
makes a horrible work week for the
person wanting everything to be perfect
like fresh spring peaches,
but instead finding quickly
that no one walks without a reputation
of being a complete *******
at least
some of the time.