Long Gumshoe Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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Hold the phone, hold the freakin’ phone. Lisa’s got a boyfriend!
I’ve never seen Lisa with a boyfriend. Lisa draws men like fireworks on a dark night, but I’ve never seen her keep one. I mean,...

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Winds of change 
are fanning the flames 
are fanned by the deranged. 
The flames of misdirection, 
the winds giving chase 
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage. 
Horned cheering section.) 
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings...

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16 year old talkin to the television
your bad day would never have happened
had you not stole my empire
and then tried to kill me
I can't help but find it funny
hands full with the good guy taking...

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Methinks I inadvertently got entangled
without deliberate intent, sans whirled
wide web, albeit courtesy of yours truly,
who (flattered upon at least one maybe
more'n one Prose.com subscriber click-

king regularly regarding posts this scribe
electronically broadcast) unwittingly, me
violated unspoken/unwritten breach...

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I found him slumped over his Remington No.5, no more "Elite Typing" for this poor fellow. His Fedora was on the floor beside him, flat as a pancake with a stilleto heel print in the...

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Down these mean streets a man must go
  come shine, come rain, come hail, come snow;
a trenchcoat, gun and cigarette,
  with hardboiled charm and gumshoe sweat.
Pink neon signs light up the place,
 ...

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The Morning View from Snappy Shine
David J Walker
 
7 AM
and the doors
 
of Snappy Shine
Are open
 
The lights turned
on for the
 
Artists already at work in
Palettes of kiwi and spit
 
Lawyers and Bankers await
Their turn...

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You hate your job,
but you're good at what you do

A paid shadow
who follows the trail of indiscretions
that other people lead you to

You're a gumshoe,
sticking to the assignment given you

Like a bloodhound on the scent,
another philanderer...

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Rain slapping me in the face as i contiued to cross the street...
Hardest the pain from slaps of rain, excruciating jolts thru down to my legs.
I pray to the almighty God-stop this pain, Relief cannot...

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Everybody deserves a day off,
even corporate pimps
Let somebody else watch the Madison Avenue whores
advertise their seductive cable street wares
Conscript the company pimp wannabe intern simps
Then issue frequent frequency warnings
to the parents,
telling them to shield the...

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I'd been living for years with dysfunctional peeps
It was when, and not if, I would murder the creeps
They completely deserved it, you'd better believe
And their deaths were not hardly an item to grieve.

I decided to...

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In my child’s mind a gumshoe sleuth detective 
that would be me.
Nancy Drew or Ms. Marple, invented by Agatha Christie.
Trixie Belden and Honey too, 
there were so many choices you see.
I spent many an hour...

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He’s driven forty miles of tough love,
Tempted Dead Man’s curve,
Met old Nick at the crossroads,
Felt the black tar burn.

He took two wrongs, made a right,
Circled left on the radio dial,
Ran the table by the wayside
And...

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In the merry fields we rove
our symbols splattered with guts
throughout the live long day trip
access keys posted with must

A nonchalant drifters tone arrives
encircled with categorical number chant
Dreary and droning the supplanted might
so geometrically bound, our...

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The client was desperate.   
The coppers gave up on the chase.  
They might have caught him, but, 
The killer didn’t leave a trace.

Flipping coins in the shadows.  
Slouch hat, overcoat and...

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This poem will make the most sense if
you’ve watched the old time television series
“Get Smart.”

GUMSHOE IS GLUED

Silence -
timeless...

The cone
is prone

to make
mistakes.

Boss shares.
Max stares.

“Eh? What?”
“What? What?”

Chief groans.
Lifts cone.

Chaos -
cash loss.

Its cure -
murder.

Control -
its mole.

Oaf spy.
Boob tries.

His...

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