Christie Poems - Poems about Christie

England’s Dame Agatha Christie wrote novels with plots often twisty. Best-selling fiction writer of all time, her Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot solved many a crime. ...

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I discovered Agatha Christie, the author, when I was eleven. I started out with “And then there were none” after seeing it made into a move “The Ten Little Indians”. None of her other books seemed quite so over the top fascinating. But, I kept reading them because she had a thrilling way with words. And I had a love...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale left mists of winter in its trail her thoughts turned to the past to look at greenway and the paths she took where reading signs inside her skies she'd dream up deaths and alibis along the short cuts through the wood with thoughts of stabbings and of blood while fungi often made her think of slipping coniine inside...

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Behind a chair Below a desk with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit, With my hands on my peanut butter and jelly toast, marmalade, not cherry or...

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Chris Christie the road to the truth may be just a tad twisty a bridge too far the bully boy suggests you had no need to come by car....

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Chris Christie a delusional passage to glory that's missed he back, back to the Bridge awaiting announcements, go cosset the fridge....

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Unfinished mystery novel accepting plausible conclusions...

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When Portland is soaked wet with rain And the rivers overflow When soil washes away again And no sunset is aglow Do you climb the hill to DeMonteven And look with longing towards the cove Does your heart search trees and heaven Followig the cries of the wild wood dove When the Pouie blossoms falling Cover the meadows in gold At Mona on a quiet...

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Why; Hello Colin good morning mate Son, there is no accent in hands of fate Throw out the tea and chug the beer Then I bet you find a keg in ere Everything is a riddle once it is spoke The tag is from you to me and then some other folk But who should I choose, I’m here to say So...

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To beloved Christie Moses, A mind so pure and sharp. Nestled in your stanzas, Lies the beauty of your heart. For you are the stove, That keeps poetry soup warm. Writing from your soul, In many styles and forms. The wordplay’s astonishing, Each poem is sweet and subtle. The romantic flow of words, On...

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Thus Achieving Equilibrium ( For Christie Moses ) When will we learn that for every little twist and turn and because of imperfection We are perfect And when will we see balance is made individually by decision Thus achieving equilibrium And when will it be that I look at you and you at me and both of us see Perfection There is no other you There is no other...

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