Husband Mystery Poems

Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale
The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and...

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The mind of man, no one can see,
When God made man, He made him free.
To think, to choose, how he would act,
even his Maker to...

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My friend cracked my ribs with laughter,
When he told me a story about boarding school days.
He said to me that, he used to sit in...

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When I was a child I spoke as a Child!   
 As a StoryTeller things changed, and I still speak as a child
A...

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*** This Painting I Do ***
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Sitting on the beach,
As dusk falls upon the end of shore,
I look at the lighthouse,
As I see a faint figure,
Looking beyond the sea.
She holds her...

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Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the...

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Nestled under blankets,
the gentle whirring sound
soothes the savage beast
within mine body electric
of one generic, opportunistic,
and wholistic garden variety man.

Within blink of closed eye
yours truly transported
into...

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...It was no life she’d imagined,
but she had no other real choice,
and she did grow to care for him,
gave him ten little girls and boys.

Decades...

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She was born as Holly Clarkson
in the year 1993,
and for most of her early days
she lived life uneventfully.

She grew up outside of London,
went to uni...

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She was just a little girl
Just as precious as a pearl
No one knew what she was inside
She was such a perfect bride
To the most well-known...

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So long I have lived, almost ninety-five years 
I have laughed and cried ten thousand tears 
As I'm lying in my bed with my wife...

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But she was in love with him;
But she did not know of him;
This mystery man it seems;
Has just been invisible A dream;
And what does it...

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An evil person snatched a child up off the street.
One block from my house, tidy, silently and neat.
The police did not believe the mother, she...

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She collected her names, family’s names,
friends’ names, strangers’ names,
and everything which had a name.
Her mind was like a basket,
able to compress all the names to...

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