Muddy paw prints, feathery tufts
Last night's adventures across my stuff
A cat whose wondering
Led to unknown murdering
A crime scene on my kitchen floor
A fluffy tail swishing out the door
when they fly into our atmosphere, aliens and cosmonauts lock their doors
seal up their windows, and put their favorite things into sealed safety pods
they have watched our old movies and they see we are corrupt
there are a few good ones on this planet, but lots of criminals and thieves
Murderers too; they have seen C.S.I., Criminal Intent, and Forensic Files
We not only look angry, evil and frighteningly selfish,
we look like murdering marauders, we are nightmares.
Not only the aliens but the star dwellers, cosmic creatures and space spirits.
They have all seen what we do to each other in black and white and color.
They can barely imagine how particularly violent we could be to strangers.
dead bee on table
I need CSI Kansas
what killed this being?
I give it a teeny tiny poke
thinking it will rouse and sting me
but alas, she is cold and dead.
I do not use pesticides
this is curious
and a bit frightening
Identifying bodies
On a show like C.S.I.,
On scars and beauty marks
Or dental fillings did rely.
Our bodies, every one unique,
Have freckles, dots and lines,
Arranged haphazardly in ways
That DNA designs.
Though nowadays the morgue has
More at hand from which to choose,
For it must be much easier
To track down one’s tattoos.
Winter’s 5 Horseman
All elements come together
Apocalypse now.
(Cold Sleet Ice—Snow-Wind)
I watched the Yankee game until
I couldn't stay awake
(Though flipping back to C.S.I.,
A habit I can't break).
So when I heard that they had won
It wasn't a surprise,
'Cause they were in the lead around
The time I closed my eyes.
I felt for all the Cleveland fans
Who witnessed their team lose.
It's hard to swallow that defeat
At home, despite the booze.
But now there are more games to watch
So I can root, root, root.
When your team plays, it's much more fun -
Of that, there's no dispute.
I wrote a haiku for you,
alongside a picture I drew.
Every passerby,
a witness approved.
Yet!
Always something comes--
between you and me...
(Once again)
The evidence has been
washed away by the sea.
The grass is always greener on the other side but to my surprise I was told lies. I didn’t realize until I opened my eyes. You can’t trust everybody. Some people are demons in disguise. They try to knock me down but still I rise. They try to get on my level I leave the ground and fly. See I been about mine; I watch my money sort of like a spy. Try to play me you will end up like an episode of CSI. Divas tell me Rita B don’t be so fly. Chicks try to get in the game but they not I. I come at you from a different direction; my fam don’t play you might need witness protection. No sleep, if a nigga don’t work he don’t eat. Watch your ***** coz when she see my crew she going to creep like TLC. You don’t really have to believe just watch me.
There are many questions that worry mankind
Has Katie`s sister got a lovely behind ?
Is there life on Mars or even in the States ?
Will Obama and the Iranians ever be mates ?
But the biggest question that should concern us the most
And keep us here talking from coast to far coast
Why do the actors in Navy CSI
Always wave mugs as coffee as the camera passes by ?
She hopes to be a biologist
Like on the CSI TV shows
And I’m sure one day
She will wear her doctor cloths
She watches a horror movie
As she eats her food tonight
An thou it got lots of blood
She still enjoy every bite
She is tough as nails
But gentle like a flower
And just to make her smile
I call her little miss horror
She also like teaching
She’s like a jack of all trade
And what ever she sets to build
She will get it made
One time talking to her
I ask who she will marry
She said she has no one
she will marry a monkey
She can make you laugh
On days you don’t see the sun
So to make her smile
I call her little miss fun
She dreams of going to Italy
And it will come true
She is the kind of person
Completes what she sets out to do
She’s not afraid of anything
At home she is like a doctor
If there any cut or bruises
They always comes to her
She watching two and a half men
With Charlie, Jake and Allan
Then go play bingo on wire
She got some credits in hand
She likes to dance
And she can really sing
So to make her smile
I call her little miss everything
This house
older
than the cave man
gave shelter
to five generations
of loggerheads
confederate dudes
with mustaches
out of frame
Under the staircase
the skeleton
of another Scarlet
with the skull
riddled from bullets
because she went
with the handsome miller
next door
A case for CSI
Cold case
FBI
instead
outside
the demolition
crew
and the antiquary
of course
a jew...
Ideas so many quibbled in my mind
I can't see what's the best, the better or I'm blind?
help me find the solution
my head aches for this question.
Crime novels I love to read
think the way criminal minds did.
Investigate like the CSI works, but
getting away with murder, what's that?
Burried alive under the moonlight
followed by gangster in the middle of the night.
Shouting, crying, panicking
how should I escape, I'm asking.
Hostage by kidnapper, well, if i'm rich
or being hold-up in the streets of witch
all of which could take place
you or I can be killed in such deadly grace.
I found in Kinsey Millhone's mystery
her style of defense in different scenery.
Bravery and courage I learned from Maggie
in the Moonlight Becomes You, she managed to be free.
Victims are many but criminals are out
evidences are weak, they're afraid to speak out.
How to get away from murder
is my question, give me an answer.
Getting away with murder
my concern is just an issue but further
problem may arise, if I die
you, them and many will cry.
(11-Oct-09)
This familiar friend
Whom I knew so well
Stiring up hate
And giving me hell
Anger and depression
Is anything but key
He is the root of all evil
And he lives within you and me
How can I run away
Without looking back
Forgiveness is a must
It is what some lack
When I look in the mirror
What do I see
Do I see my reflection
Or him looking upon me
How do I shake his curse
And harvest new seeds
This seems like a CSI case
And I haven't any leads
A dog has been hit, flattened by a truck
The driver speeds away
The Mystery Machine is in the vicinity we are in luck
Scooby Doo on a leash, to show he's not a stray
Shaggy's Liverwurst Peanutbutter Pizza coming up at the sight of the scene
Fred, Daffeney and Thelma begin to scream
Scooby Doo lifts his nose and smells the guy
Scooby Doo CSI
Shaggy recovers and puts up the tape
Thelma take notes on the model and the make
The van now has all the portable lab props
Fred cuts off the local cops
Daffeny broke a nail and everyone stops
Daffeny acting all innocent and shy
Welcome to Scooby Doo CSI
Tire tracks say a lot when read by expert
Baretta shows up with his fancy white bird
Barney Fife shows up with his fingerprint kit
Bobby Brady is asked to leave, what a twit
Shaggy and Fred slam a six pack of Bud Dry
Scooby Doo must continue, Scooby Doo CSI
Real life soap series:
celebrities show
how to fill the day
with too much to spend
and nothing to do.
Hospital life:
handsome doctor
meets pretty nurse
halfway the op.
CSI:
every hair
tells a tale.
TV
and me:
mwah.
(written for Dramatic Diminished Hexaverse Contest)
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