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Crimes twisted and horrible are solved by a group of Elite FBI profilers,
re-runs I watch even though I have seen them several times, it matters not.
In each episode the BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) solve a mystery.
My favorite character is Spenser, pretty boy, genius, special agent,
in eleven seasons, I followed each nasty crime, at the end my prize is a quote.
Now, I am waiting breathlessly for Season 12 to start in September.
All the characters lives are part of the drama, that makes it interesting to me.
Last episode of Season Eleven, hunky Derek resigns to care his wife and baby.
Most of the characters are like family, JJ, did you know, Henri is her real son,
interesting how Emily just faded away, and Garcia, baby girl, oh so flirtatious,
now has to find a new man to tease. Rossi, oh he is so serious, but I like him.
Do you know Gideon wanted out, they killed him in Season Ten, that was sad.
So you see, I know them all, I solve crimes with them, I am hooked for sure.
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July 14, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Criminal Minds
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-874-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show
sponsor, Tom Quigley
Fifth Place
Night falls in neon showers
Here in the nocturnal simmer of summer
slick city blacktops spark electric.
The juiced-up take to their cars,
pull into fast food haunts
where glazed eyes
return to two-way mirrors,
others fall without noticing
into a numb subliminal hum
an electric divining of something bad
to come.
An ear crawling buzz,
the static clutter of criminal minds
distorts the crests of overheated airwaves.
distant thunderheads pop like
galvanic mushrooms.
Light bulbs vanish
behind lighthouse eyes.
Under a canopy of magnetic shine
liquor stores promote a glow and fizzle,
a hissing power that backlight's
both beer can and bottle,
and we who drink
are thankful for the way
such strung-out needs carry us
in and out of our dreams
until, of course, as always,
a stark, accusatory dawn
jangles its steel-bright
jailhouse keys.
Countdown to *****sapiens extinction
predicted millenniums in past
ordained but never occurred December 21
two thousand and twelve after common era
whereby catastrophic spark
detonating inferno incinerating blast
eradicating extant flora and fauna
activating bereft hegira
with no means to interrupt the die
since the dawn of civilization cast,
but last minute reprieve granted.
Impossible mission to escape ominous
predetermined fate of human rat race,
nor turn back hands of time
with origin of species on clock face
thus ticking closer to hour of doomsday
without faith to brace
allowing, enabling and providing Gaia
to redeem terrestrial space
vestiges of teeming billions soon erased
criminal minds without evidence traced
forcefully relinquishing simians
planetary stranglehold amazing grace
proffering tabula rasa
for another dominant species to claim the place.
Sirens promulgate emergency impending
toward inescapable cataclysm
yet no place to run or hide
lest one boards a rocket light-years away
which makes suspense thrillers
birthed by John Grisham
enviable plot to keep
total Earth's destruction at bay.
Matthew Scott Harris, a lifetime America Online
meme bur hastens to convey dire
crisis sparking to offer electric nom de plume
a papa who did help sire
deux darling daughters,
now grown into young gals
yet for ages hive stung
with hurt early, whence fatherhood did fire
meow n childhood's end fostering people
strangers even fork getting this communication,
per S0S sprinkled with auk shucks corny,
egret - letting opportunities take flight aspire
now pleasures soft as gossamer feather bedding
down play hardened angst riddled psyche, where ire
Ronny gully stubbornly thrives
amidst adversity as father time spins gyre
row scope at greased lightning speed,
intimating with dead reckoning to hire
grim reaper, who whiz patient as Job,
and exemplary at ridding mire
and muck bogs down this dada robbing
existence with joie de vivre, where funeral pyre
doth flickr-beckoning GoDaddy, cuz
Juno I haint gonna hear angelic choir
or equivalent enlightenment re:
home sweet home, this atheist doggedly tire
so haim trying keep sea legs
one step ahead of tipping point
envision self pitched into abyss -
thus finally ends discombobulated wire.
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)
Night falls in showers
of neon, and the blacktops spark electric.
The town takes to its cars
and pulls into fast food joints.
People just sits there
in the lots smoking and razing
or just crying quietly and alone.
Other's gather in backyards to drink;
In the lulls between the talk-talk
they tune-in to the distant scuffle
of criminal minds
getting chased around
by sweating cops in their buzzing blues.
When the summer night seeps into our skin
it sings a thousand sad songs,
a velvety shine heals
lonely hearts and the joyful.
The liquor stores glow bright
long into the sleepless night
because we need them
even when we don’t need them,
but we like the way they
carry folks in and out of their
fitful dreams
like cups of cool water.
housed within mine impenetrable hermetically
sealed invisible bubble
draped with blackened Hades
hued habiliment therein dwelt
sinister saboteur mastermind marauder of the Hubble
who demanded sacrifice to traverse
river styx with unadulterated gelt
which known phantasmagorical
donning double dutchmen's britches
whose piercing fiery ocular presence unseen but felt
thine true self amidst the aftermath
from Armageddon rubble
astride charred global ruins
entire civilization did melt
entire planet prognosticated
by Maya sages with 11th hour stubble
birthed this Darth Vader nemesis
with evil upon earth he did pelt
annihilating mankind, the derelict species
that fueled trouble
hence evil twin appointed apocalyptic
malevolence spelt
with mass crematorium desecration
left horrific blistering welt!
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countdown to *****sapiens extinction
predicted millenniums in past
to occur December 21 two thousand
and twelve after common era
whereby catastrophic spark detonating
inferno incinerating blast
eradicating extant flora and fauna
bereft sans hegira
with no means to interrupt the dusk key die
since dawn of civilization cast.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
impossible to escape ominous predetermined
fate of human rat race
nor turn back hands of time with origin
of species on clock face
thus ticking closer to hour of doomsday
without faith to brace
allowing, enabling and providing Gaia
to redeem terrestrial space
vestiges of teeming billions soon
erased criminal minds without a trace
forcefully relinquishing simians
planetary stranglehold amazing grace
proffering tabula rasa for another
dominant species to claim the place.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
sirens promulgate emergency toward
impending inescapable cataclysm
yet no place to run or hide lest one boards
a rocket light-years away
which makes suspense thrillers
birthed by John Grisham
enviable plot to keep total Earths’
destruction at bay.
Form:
I am fascinated by the worst of the worst of the worst
Watching shows like Criminal Minds
Forensic Files
Stuff that keeps me awake all night
Re-living the horror I felt while I was
Sitting in front of the TV
watching a murder or apocalypse
Too fearful to watch a scary movie, yet watching
Pompeii being covered by bus-loads of lava,
Screaming and dying,
Watching gladiators being torn apart by lions,
Sitting in utter horror, knowing I will be up and down all night
Too terrified to sleep more than two hours at a time,
Waiting for the knife to plunge and the
End to come
Fascinated at the idea of being
Buried alive,
Scared to my bone marrow
And for what reason?
No clear idea,
Certainly
No sense
In doing this to
Myself, and yet
Here I am,
Waiting in terror
For the
Unknown
Them
To
Come
And
End
Me
How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.
For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!
I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!
For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."
I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup.
I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".
Anyone can choose to be a citizen of God's Utopian city, but
Nothing nor anyone, can enter such a city without proper identity.
The city will be filled with people who are clean and pure.
Intimidation and fear and manipulation of people will end.
Criminal minds will not exist, and crime of all sorts will cease.
I anticipate such a city and expect to be a happy citizen therein.
Past issues and problems of years gone by will be forever forgotten.
Ailments and ills will be unheard of, and death and dying nonexistent.
Taxation and politics will vanish, never to be seen or heard of again.
Infections and viruses, banded; clean air to breath; clean water to drink.
New life, a new heaven, a new earth, and truly a never ending story.
God through Christ will be the head of this sacred utopian society.
Unsuccessful will be the end game with any attempt at building a utopia.
Time and time again, men have thought upon utopian feats and failed.
Only God is capable of constructing a utopia, and has already done so.
People from every period of history have marveled at the handiwork of God.
I can only imagine utopia as being 'the perfection of beauty' in every way.
Anticipation of such glorious reality sustains the hope of every believer.
111021PS
The guy who had long hair, now looks worse with short,
one chap looks so serious all the time, more than he ought;
strange that people like watching murder as tho' it's normal,
personally, I prefer something somewhat more magical.
American drama is paramount, Selleck past his sell-by date,
in fact, content is so prolific, it all starts to become second-rate;
La Brea is outrageous, I like weird but that's just stupid,
whoever wrote it, dreamed it up, their taste was insipid.
I used to think that BBC drama was weak, embarrassing,
but maybe not so bad after all, perhaps we like boring;
I read Mansfield was jealous of Monroe, JFK had the pair,
after 'dealing' with her, he had the time to stand and stare.
We live in fiction, even our own lives are completely unreal,
you like watching murder, careful you're not arrested for how you feel.