Long Agatha Poems

Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invisible
I quicken my...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of...

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"Symposium"



where do you go 
when you try to 
dream your place

in my life 

gone now 
from your 
quicksand shores

once I rolled over 
placed my mouth 
against your throat

what used to be

as if you 
could transfer
some...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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My childhood memory always come back to haunt me at this time of year, when I have no one with whom I can share, it is just like yesterday when children used to roam the...

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There was a certain dread in the air
Like something ominous was ahead,
The building started to tremble,
It seemed impossible, a mental
Numbness gripped the people, 
A disbelief, so morbid, 
As a plane crashed through the upper floors,
Terrifying,...

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All people see is what they put in their minds 
And what they put on their heads is being controlled
But who cares? We are living in an imaginary world
An imaginary world that is totally created...

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Something is going on in the crime novel section.
I hear slamming and shrieking and then silence.
Mr. Pine had been the last patron of the evening.
He had left fifteen minutes ago; I was alone now.

For twenty-two...

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Planners plan and dreamers dream,
plotters plot and schemers scheme,
but I can tell you with utmost certainty:
not everything can be explained that easily.

Let me tell you a tale to drive home my point.

There was this bookworm...

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“The Lost Daughter”



Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday
She sat in the Waiting Room, 
the place smelled too sterile, 
Antiseptic wash, 
rank clean with soaps of fine lyes 
no rugs to sweep bulldust under
such...

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Writers! Writers!  Write what you know.
That's what they say, all the pro's.
Phooey on that gobbledygook.
I mean, get real, take a good look.

Let's say you have a great notion
To put words of a book in...

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Hercule Poirot entered Santa Claus’s large factory, shivering with cold.  The great detective looked back and saw Frosty the Snowman grinning with delight.  Hercule brushed off the snow from his impeccable suit, wiped...

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*Image of Stringer Davis and Margaret Rutherford by Fanpop.


Miss Marple's Nephew's Double Mysteries

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Agatha Christie, 
   Agatha Christie slights through half her years,

pens a fictional, Miss Marple,
   a Miss Jane Marple by...

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Yesterday my dad said i can be a doctor
Yesterday my mom was sure i'll end being a lawyer
I solved so many cases in my young whether in play or reality
That i wanted to be like...

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Hello! My name is Bastian. Join me, please.
		I'm a beleaguered youngster in a book,
		The NeverEnding Story. Read with me
		here in my cozy little attic nook.

		I love it here. It's quiet; I can think
		about my mom,...

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Samantha feels like spider kill --
horribly alive, but stuck.
Stuck!
Inside the  web
functional furniture
desperate office art.
No windows, so no seasons.
Thank God her mind took protective, evasive
measures long ago.
She's unbudgeable.
She's prehistoric!
And it's a beautiful day in the...

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Who did it
Whodunit
I really do not know 
But this evening
I will witness 
a truly iconic show

The Mousetrap* it is named
its claim to fame I hear 
Is “the world’s longest run”
Now in its 67th year

Dame Agatha...

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"It's like an Agatha Christie mystery where the tail is the head," ... by Poet.

Since when do shadows privy forward,
wealth measured lead imbue the Sun's light,
none be the tray of hearts, a crossword,
shuffle true your...

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Is God a Woman?



Love.

Nothing is fair
in love and war.

Mother 
carries the load
ripped open ripe torn

gives birth. 

Who’s the better 
stronger one
in this war?

Puts her child first.

Swallows all burning
stones thrown
ignores trolls, fights all...

Child first. 
First born.

(LadyLabyrinth...

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Is it the early morn in a yellow field of corn,
Or could it be flowers with strange powers,
Or a stroll on a donkey chomping a carrot,
Or a baby pig in a pram, who would make...

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High up in the loving crook of two adjoined cottonwood trees
I spent my eleventh summer reading seven library books a day.
A sandwich, glass of cold lemonade, these books and I
would climb up into that treehouse...

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My simple library contains no fancy morocco-bound tomes,
Like those found in majestic castles and rich folks' homes.
But the books on its shelves that I truly do treasure.
Over a life-time have provided so much reading pleasure!

There's...

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Oh mother,
Who are in heaven,
Why have you abandoned me?
I know you just wanted me to have a daddy,
But you would have been wonderful enough to fill any daddy’s shoes,
I love you dear sweet mother-
You are...

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