Black and white investigation,
finger curls and a curtain of lies.
All the badge wants is the truth,
while his heart could care less.
Black and white interrogation,
sullen eyes meet silken gloves.
The facts are straight forward,
so why can’t we uncover them?
Black and white confession,
it’s impossible to take it all in.
How is femininity so violent?
A cigarette, a mask of burns.
Black and white sentencing,
now both have become victims.
For you see they are magnets,
drawn close by opposing sides.
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
What is Faith?
Is it an immovable position,
Or a streak of chance?
It's certainly not a logical deduction
Or a thesis based of evidence
No dictionary can properly describe it
Nor can our minds
It can be like a storm,
Growing, then gone
Or like tidal waves
Calm, aggravated, then calm once more
Faith is ever changing
Present and not
It doesn't obey the laws of reality,
But somehow, it's still here
Whitewash is white
White race is not white
White gold is not white
White pepper is not white
Look before you leap
Think thrice before you act
Never jump to a conclusion
Without investigation
Sometimes quick and smart
Doesn't mean excellent and perfect
People used to say
Work smart but not work hard
But to survive an economical crisis
Many an average
Will surpass merely a few excellent
Situation inside Pakistan and India
Investigating agencies Police and underworld
They show they are three
They are not three two
They are united and one
They are friends and relatives
They are siblings under the table
They are enemies of the cross...
Note.Their God is their desire and their glory is their greed and their minds are set on fire to hurt People...
We are always together, We are one of a kind,
Three words describe us, Partners in Crime!!!
Oh, sound of the sewer so soothing,
When beneath a mansion, sleuthing.
Sample Of Creativity And Intelligence Investigation
1.Akhri Dastak.2.Ayena dikhana jurm.3.Adam khoron ki basti.4.Adab ka Alif.
5.Bay Iman Farz Shanas.6.Bikao mahirey nafsiyat.7.Bus karo Faraz.
8.Pagdandi pay chehal qadmi.9.Pigalti mom bati.
10.Top ka gola Angan mein.
11.Jitna tapao utna kundan.12.Jigar aur Janey Jigar.
13.Chori ka maal char anay.
14.Hamari awami zera plus.15.Hava pay kis ka zoor.
16.Khudi Kay hamrah.17.Kawa Firozi ki shatranj.18.Kati patang pay kis ka haq.
19.Kanpta tarazo.
20.Damini ka Daman.21.Devaron say magazmari.22.Daraoni niyat.
23.Reti rivaj kay bojh talay.
24.Zang Alood hamdardiyan.
25.Sotela pyar.26.Shayari ka anjam.
27.Qais tapti dhop mein.
28.Feeder penay ki Omar mein ganay chosnay ki khawahish.
29.Media phir say sensodyne.30.Manto ko likhnay na do.
31.Nikama jewan sathi.32.Nafs ki kaal kothri.
Note. Tasawur Ism Allah Zaat Ki Barkat.
The world is cruel except the victim who is betrayed and pushed towards agony.
I-t's
R-ather
I-ntensive
S-tudy
H-aving
A-ll
N-eeded
N-otes
E-specially
S-cientific
I-nvestigation
A-bout
T-ruth
Topic: Birthday of Irish Anne A. Siat (February 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The search for truth is what you’ll see
To piece the facts together so easily
What they perceive will be individual
And what they’ll remember will be residual
Put it all together and some will be corroborated
Even though it might be overstated
So test their story front and back
Make sure it stands up in examination for fact
For in the end the suspect should be convicted
And the court will have your evidence accepted.
© Paul Warren Poetry
THE FLIPPING INVESTIGATION 2017
All politicians in the beltway show
what signs of times we put up with today,
obesity is in again, we know
and ev'ry politician thinks they're here to stay.
Our greed is yet determined, and well hid
and under ev'ry table there's a hand
while those left out bring threats to blow the lid
if they don't flip it all, as we have planned.
We'll press the charge if running out of time,
from usury to outright fraud and graft,
while common folk make jokes about our crime
but in the end it's we who've always laughed.
And though the swamp is drained, we know,
a world at war is where it all will go.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
Investigation
Investigation
Of an investigation
Investigated.
Jim Horn
Knows where you’re at; at all times so you’re easy to find,
Without an extended hand there exploring your mind.
Cataloging everything your liking, supporting, and sharing,
Likes and dislikes insights and pimp fights.
Knowing what you’re pursuing and what you’re trying to achieve,
Your family tree is in its reach and what friends to go see.
Just by knowing the frequency of the likes and comments,
Collecting your data like we’re nature born terrorist.
Where ever you log in your placement is being noted,
Every status they run it through a series of code words.
They have your hometown and where you live now,
Any of them match a singular eye will match your footsteps.
Giving blind vision to the sheep that’s why all you see are echoes,
You know what they know but you don’t know you know all up the ego.
It's really sick to believe
I would ever want to think about you again.
It's hard to find any good memories,
none to my recollection.
Was so hard for you to show any affection,
couldn't meet any of my expectations.
Always coming up short
or never coming home at all.
Something I have to contend with
i guess all the time you were pretending,
think it's really all beyond any mending,
to me it was just plain offending,
investigation pending.
Red substance on the floor
Fleshy
Spatter on the walls
Dog ends in the ashtray
Deceased
Smoke pushing at the windows
Glass lying on the table
Splintered
Contents dripping off the edge
Photos torn in pieces
Ruined
Heads circling the bin
Tissues in a line up
Guilty
Run into the bedroom
Clothes missing from the wardrobe
Stolen
A single hanger left behind
Corpse found in the bathroom
Crying
A hole in her left chest
is of the known,
I know it and recognize it,
I know its power,
and its impact,
and my fate,
however, I live with it each second,
because no reaction can be given or had,
as I am too late.
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