Long Agatha christie 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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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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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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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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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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My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny,...

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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...

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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 long ago beneath blue skies
she'd dream up deaths and alibis
along...

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“Missed Door”



He was well groomed
strutting nonchalantly
through the
Missed Door
like Morrison
The He Road 
raised her curb

Strange I’ve seen that face before
De je vu a reckless mating call

Grace 
rode 
electric the 
Rider's Storm
he was just a 
big old...

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I wake from a bad dream 
Hey there new man
That’s what they said to me
Hey there how’s it been lately?
I stand, look and see

Elvis, Martin Luther King and John Lennon walk on by so casually.
Roy...

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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...

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