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Every day on my shore walk, I walk by a beautiful old dilapidated Victorian Inn
It’s been vacant for many years since a rumored double murder happened within
Today, oddly, I notice a light on inside as I cautiously walk to the front door
I enter the inn and see the ghost of an old Sea Captain, as I pass out on the floor
I come to, feeling foolish, as a fluffy tom cat starts purring and licking my face
Until I hear the old Sea Captain tell me my room is ready to stay at his place
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Two girls playing in the wood
Two girls at the bottom of the garden.
Two girls nieces of mine.
Two girls find something that frightens.
A skull with scars and silent dark cries.
The still lake erupts with a tide.
No wind and nowhere to hide.
The water claims back what's lost
Then calms the girls cries and teardrops.
Two girls found a natural force out there.
Two girls whose lives will always have to bear.
The evil they found in the face of the once been
They will never understand what it means.
Just be witness to what they should not have seen.
The spirits of the lake will remain cold.
From a massacre of centuries old.
The truth is buried out there.
The lake where no one should dare
To enter the realm of the untold.
The truth out there will never be told.
It starts with a hiss and a screech
as the murder train pulls in at the station
Its cars painted black its windows darkened
by the secrets and sins of every nation
The conductors smile is twisted and cruel
his cold dead eyes collecting his fare
Passengers board with a sense of dread
knowing they soon will be beyond repair
The train lurches forward then moving with speed
barreling through the night without a care
Huddled in their seats the passengers
cower in fear and despair
A ghostly man appears in the dark
whose blood was spilled on this track
He haunts this train for revenge he rides
upon the people who forced his final act
The air is thick with feelings of guilt and shame
as every passenger relives their evil crime
The face of the victim before their minds
till guilt drowns them to their dying time
And when it finally reaches its final stop
theres no escape for the ones aboard
For in their own personal hell they are trapped
forever haunted by the murder trains accord
So beware if you ever see it coming
this train of death that roams the land
For once you board theres no turning back
youll be forever at its command
In the Ardross Castle in the Scottish Highlands
The host of "The Traitors" greet with open hands.
For the US, Alan Cumming with his cunning brown eyes
And flamboyant outfits that dazzle and surprise.
For the UK, Claudia Winkleman with her smile and famous fringe
Supporting her contestants through their moments of cringe.
They gauge up personalities until they find
The Traitors they are searching for with mischief in mind.
In the deathly shadows they hand over the cloak
Which the new Traitors adorn once they have sworn the oath.
These hosts give hints and comments as chaos ensues
And talk to us, the audience, to hold interest and amuse.
They keep a dastardly dark secret at the round table.
In no way do they expose the truth of liars stable.
Every murder mystery and money building task
Gradually reveal the truth with no questions asked.
Daily the Faithfuls are cherry picked one by one
While Traitors s up their sleeves knowing what's gone on!
We show two sides of ourselves in the process of this game.
Our sense of justice insists that we wouldn't do the same.
Yet on the flip side, if there are Traitors at the end
A part of us wants them to win. A slight moral descend.
An affair of many twists and turns with risks, but all the same,
Could we find it in ourselves to play "The Traitors" game?
I strolled into the room, real casual you see
I took a look around, one of them was guilty
*Bang* an authoritative door slam sounds in my wake
Dramatic sunglasses removal, in their boots, they will shake
A murder committed, someone has to pay the price
Time to get down to business, time to roll the dice
At first I suspected Mr. Green with the dagger
Suspicious in the lounge with a cool, cocky swagger
No one could be trusted on this ill-fated night
Least of all the deceptive charms of one, Mrs. White
In the study I says, “PUT DOWN THAT WRENCH”
Oh yes, she wreaked of a foul, guilty stench
But we can’t forget Miss. Scarlet’s wicked wiles
Think she’s got you fooled with sultry, saucy smiles
Then I find Mr. Mustard with a knife in the kitchen
I got a hunch see, this inkling’s got me itchin’
Is that Professor Plum hiding in the conservatory?
He says the pipe’s for plumbing, Yeah. A real likely story
I search the billiard room and the library
What I find next is out of the ordinary
A revolver in the books, I take it to the dining room
Where sits Mrs. Peacock, shrouded in feather boa plume
She sits by glowing flame, provided by a candlestick
She licks her fingers coyly and snuffs out the wick
The lights come on, she’s gone! I find her in the cellar
Not to brag here, but my detective skills are stellar
It’s there I lay out all the evidence to accuse
If this was a game, I tell ya, it’s here you would lose
If you want the identity of this crafty sleuth
To really know who seeks the truth
The one following each mysterious Clue
Since it’s 1949 release, it’s every one of you
July 21, 2022
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In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A paradox reigns, in endless sway,
The good perish, while the wicked thrive,
In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives.
Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves,
Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds,
Their voices silenced, before their time,
As darkness feeds on justice's prime.
Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too,
Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more, anew,
Their memories linger, like a mournful sigh,
As tyranny's grip tightens, and hope says goodbye.
Gen. Aguiyi Ironsi, Gen. Murtala Muhammed, fell,
Their legacies lost, in a tragic spell,
For how long shall the good people die?
When will justice dawn, and tyranny's night pass by?
He was alone and lonely.
Sadness swept his eyes
before he jabbed at me
with his cynical sarcasm.
He slowly lit his Camel.
It was a simple act of murder
and he was a scholar of sorts –
a player of chess, a fan of poetry.
I knew I was under his scrutiny.
I agree it looked rather suspicious.
After all, the body was there
and I was found holding the knife.
I squirmed under his hard eye
but leaned back into the chair
in front of his desk knowing
he had a soft spot for women.
A hard drinker, he took a bottle
from his cabinet and offered
a glass to me. I didn’t accept
as I knew I should stay alert.
“It was a man, a squabby man,
with a glimmer of glee in his eye,”
I said. “He looked at me, then
threw down the knife and ran.”
Marlowe said, “I don’t think you did it.
There was no blood on your clothes.
Your shoes would have soaked
in the blood and crusted.”
I relaxed a little and offered a smile.
I knew I was home free.
I was glad I had changed my shoes.
“I’ll take that drink now.”
She took the bait…
Inspired by but not entered in Natasha L Scragg’s Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest
Our brothers were born upside down
They were conceived by mistake.....and
our fathers choose to call them prodigal
Who would have thought as much?
With their faces beaming with smiles as
their foreheads shone bright with promising future,
There names we never wished to forget because
they made us live reciting it again and again
But they ended up stamped on grave stones just because
they were too obedient to pick up the gun and had gone
Now we wished they weren’t born at all
We wished they hadn’t picked up the gun but run
We wished we were wishes
We wouldn’t have wished war.
In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that fatal blow,
That stole her life and laid her low,
She walked to meet someone that day,
Just who that was ... no one would say,
Found days later beside a track,
Laid on a cart; her shroud a sack,
The surgeon, Thomas Good, was fetched,
Had in his mind, her white face etched,
Charlotte untouched by fox or crow,
Had she been moved ... he did not know,
No evidence was ever found,
But her young boyfriend had gone to ground,
Fingers so quick to point his way,
Matthew Weeks panicked; ran away,
The hapless cripple, was soon caught,
No other culprit was ever sought,
The judge was just a rubber-stamp,
Bodmin Gaol was dark and damp,
The scaffold built, the crowds arrived,
Matthew swore he had not lied,
The floor gave way, the rope drew tight,
Was justice done ... the verdict right?
5729 Evergreen Street
Hampton City
September 24, 2016
9:00 a.m.
Detective Sparkly arrived to the crime scene where Jaron was found dead. It was an abandoned parking lot. He looked to the nearby surroundings. There was not any house near. Only was a bakery store. He decided to enter to the store to buy a pastry.
After eating the pastry, he came back to the crime scene. He found a found a teared business card under an oak tree. It was the first clue found in the crime scene.
The business card had the initials JSS stock brocker company. That was the name of Jaron business. Detective Sparkly took it and put it in one of his pants pockets. He returned to his car and left the parking lot. The next place to visit will be the inponent JSS building. One of the most highest buildings in Hampton City. After arriving to the building, one of the Jaron executives introduced himself as Timothy Larson.
Detective Sparkly asked Timothy who was the last person to see Jason alive. He was one of Jaron's assistant. The last time Jaron was seen at the office was on September 16, 2016 at 9:00 p.m. after a meeting of the Board of Directors of JSS. Detective Sparkly thanked you Timothy and left the JSS building. He called Tarlene to meet at a renowned shopping mall called Woods Square to discuss the first findings.
Tarlene arrived to the shopping mall at 11:00 a.m. Detective Sparkly was waiting her in front of an oriental restaurant. They entered the restaurant to order Eel rolls. After eating, Detective Sparkly told to Tarlene that he suspects that someone from JSS was involved in Jaron's crime. Tarlene was shocked for Detective Sparkly deduction. Jaron never told her that he had any problem with a member of JSS company.
Detective Sparkly said goodbye to Tarlene. The investigation was already starting. The next place to visit will be Jaron's daughter, Christie. Jaron told to Tarlene last time they talked by phone that he was going to visit his daughter after the ending of JSS meeting. She lives in a mansion outside the limits of Hampton City. The visit was never realized. Detective Sparkly will interview her as part of the investigation .
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015