Long Marple Poems

Attraction free verse

I see you there, across the aisle, in the second carriage on the train.
Perched on the edge of your seat, as if in eager anticipation, crushingly not for me. 
Your eyes, like emeralds,...

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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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What would long John silver say?
About our current strife?
How about Mr Bumble?
Would he just moan to his wife?
What about young Oliver?
He wouldn’t ask for more,
Or What of Hero, Harry?
Just Complain to Dumbledore?
What of traveller Gulliver?
A...

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It was the peak of summer
In St. Mary Mead.
Miss Marple and friend
Had many to feed.

They hired a Butler 
To meet their need.
"We must have wine at the party!"
They both agreed.

But like any sleuth,
Miss Marple's eyes
And...

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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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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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At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!

Working halls and live theatre,
Singing songs in every meter.
Playing Hamlet, then a clown,
Each week...

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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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A sacred heart of timber;
With embers in ashes set apart;
So consumed in words torn apart
And burning into red embers.
Though big boys shed no tears
So in mine own eyes look never,
With words of fervor I'll never...

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If in a contest you don’t place
Wipe those tears from off your face

If you’ve been here on soup a while
You can recognise a certain poet’s style

Read a VERY well penned sonnet
Andrea Dietrich’s name could be...

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