Inordinate
Construction terminology limits interaction and
Obstinate theory considered heating
Cursory exam investigates
Finance
While article confides in history
Another letters still
Placement of interaction causes excess time?
Employees are not in a large building
Only resolved in exposure to smaller liens
Stocks and Bonds are Complexity
My version has more detail than yours
My version covers the twists and turns
My version accounts for what occurs
My version makes memories return
My version is inconvenient truth
My version helps bring closure
My version investigates like a sleuth
My version keeps its composure
My version is unapologetically blunt
My version shines a white-hot light
My version is not a gimmick or stunt
My version permanently ends the fight
mind investigates
singularity
employing thoughts
dualistic
thinking is an addiction
an impatient soliloquy
in which we indulge
then there is silence
wherein ego disappears
making room for awareness
to view life with spherical sight
melding polarities in duality
brings about boundless bliss
which transmutes as peace
when false identity falls away
we restart at the finish line
the terrain remains unchanged
all that happens is that we now know
mind-body is an outpost to transmit light
Miss Marple is a famous sleuth
She investigates and gets the truth
Murder intriguing has been committed
Just as well she's quite quick-witted.
Whom does this crime benefit most?
We can rule out our charming host
Victim was found dead in his room
Around his body flowers strewn.
Completely by accident Marple saw
Delivery of flowers at kitchen door
Where busy maid spends her day
All mundane tasks are sent her way.
She might be poor, but that blackguard
Sent flowers with invite scrawled on card!
Never expecting she would not comply
The fillet knife aided his dying sigh.
Flowers she threw in such distress
Then walked away from mortal mess
Bravely she sought Marple's advice
Who said 'she was skating on rather thin ice'.
Enigma surrounds this long closed case
The victim, no gentleman was a disgrace
Home in her cottage, thinking things through
Marple wondered what Poirot would do?
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Natasha L Scragg
17/08/2022
Public Domain image: Agatha Christie 1910
When the brain inside debates
When the storm inside abates
When sleepless nights assassinates
When the past creeps in and investigates
When ego surrenders and guilt arrests
When memories walk past but time awaits
When every thought inside procrastinates
When fear dies and tear evaporates
When utopia hides behind society's gates
When fate says you are not mates
When dilemma stays like a mistress
When the heart plays in distress
When her absence still affects
When your dream disconnects
When your own love suspects
When you lose nerve and frown on your defects
When you break down and hurt yourselves
When you succumb but nobody helps.
The idea
expresses itself, speaks,
for its peculiar waves...
sounds in words
by eloquence
of the throats...
It has tremendous importance,
but it doesn't decide anything...
The silence, stilled in itself
everything hears,
investigates, ponders,
and who is finally
have the final word !
silence decides... !
My child…
My child newborn
Feels earthly warmth
My joy abounds.
My child now young
Hears yes, no, maybe
My sky’s the limit.
My child gains stature
Sees viewpoints, images, illusions
My world surrounds.
My child still cautious
Speaks mirrored words
My heart swoons.
My child reaches wider
Investigates with why
My brain electrifies.
My child examines afar
Investigates with why
My being sparkles.
My child now wiser
Thinks balanced wants more
My presence explores.
My child grows adult
Remembers related times
My love abounds.
September 18, 2020
For Piipar and Robert
IDLE ILLUSIONIST-
intensely
interestingly
incredibly
idly
impatiently amidst the crowded stage
inevitably
the intelligent illusionist includes intellectually
as he asks for the abdicates parade
the insecure illusionist improves idiotically
identifies insanely the interesting illusionist invests intensely
interestingly indicates incredibly
the intense illusionist intends innocently
incorporates impatiently
investigates inevitably
the intelligent illusionist includes intellectually
12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
If a missing child is reported, the law acts immediately,
but if it's a missing adult or a missing teen,
48 hours must pass before the law investigates seriously,
because missing adults and missing teens,
show up on their own within 48 hours generally.
I heard that the first 48 hours is absolutely key,
in solving a crime successfully.
After 48 hours, the odds drop drastically.
A 1% loss because the report wasn't investigated immediately,
is a loss that is unacceptable and way too many.
From the back of a woman’s mind
A thought creeps, peeps and slips
Meandering through layers of blind rind
Summersaulting to scan sweeps
Teeming with spaces in vessels
Where the thought investigates
Which epistles and whistles
Blow hot in the vicinity of gates
Hermetically closed
Shut so tight
The thought wonders who disclosed
Innermost secrets to delight
Ears and eyes that
Pry with neither repose nor pause
In their flat
Moves designed with no gauze
In sight as the thought
Snaps to attention
Peering left and right although caught
Up in a distraction direction
That tells the thought the coast
Is clear to proceed
To a toast
For the feed and seed
Unbeloved
Unappreciated
In a myriad of pesky problems unsolved
In love lozenges emaciated and depreciated.
offers free snaps
uses microscopic eyes
investigates wallets
A poet is a freelance investigative journalist
on voyages of discovery to unknown lands
With hands dwelling in clouds and grey stars
opens their petticoats searching for the hidden
Mind restless as a school boy eating hot potatoes
investigates why humans live and die on earth
The tongue vibrating as xylophones on timber
questions what is heard, unheard and said
Ears permanent residents in the bushes of life
are secret listeners to conversations of creatures
Soul escaping and wondering whole universe
sails the rough storms in search of ultimate reality
A poet’s nose is a test-tube in a laboratory head;
testing molecules to explain life equations
Amidst the cacophony of raging emotions
In a nexus of conflicting passions
Lies a beguiled soul
He is embedded in a labyrinth of racing thoughts
And interlocking fears
He investigates his surroundings
While a sinking sensation grips him
Immobile in feeling
He plots his course
Frozen in indecision
Trying out different personas
He reaches invisibility
As he grasps to others for direction
Becoming as lost as ever
When will the conflict end?
When will stability be attained?
He thrashes around in the cage of his existence
Finding a spot to land on
Arriving nowhere
He cradles himself in a bubble
Peering out from the chains he’s strapped in
Hoping for a beam of sunshine to pierce through
One day the solution will come
And things will regain their meaning
Until then, he’ll remain with the entanglement that is now referred to as existence…
A dream within a dream that calls my name,
And echoes through the night while sleeping still,
That voice that never seems to sound the same,
Yet comes from deep within against my will,
And in that dream, my senses know no shame.
O darker side of love within me dwell,
Possession, obsession familiar traits,
The darkness I have come to know so well,
The baited breath that now investigates,
Unnerving words my dreams cannot repel.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
~ ~
Each limb could write a thousand books, --
as wind investigates the pages
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For Brian's Contest~ 'As You Like It'
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