Private Eye Poems - Poems about Private Eye

From his cocoon overlooking the fray the poet strikes his keyboard triumphantly Truth ablaze...

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Walking on by eating my chocolate pie. Dudes sitting on the steps trying to catch my eye. I just keep strolling on by. They holler, “Hey ,Ma Hi”. I turn around smile and wave Bye,bye. I have my crush, He has my Private Eye Calls me his little pumpkin pie,Spanish fly ,southern tai He is my tough guy,He is so Fly. He...

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Through his door she wafts, all eye candy and cigarette smoke. Feigning fear and need with a promise of earthly delights in trade. He, standing strongly alone, listens attentively but always sees more than is shown. Seemingly he melts in her warm, feminine hands, to be molded into someone more useful but easily discarded. Each...

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Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured. Marlow kept his wisecracks to the bare minimum when meeting a new client. Dames were not as compliant as they used to be, and they carried their own derringers now. More dangerous than ten years...

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I’m Packing and She’s Packing I’m a film noir private eye and I’ve got my eye on this voluptuous dame. I’m investigating the murder of her rich husband and searching for clues. Because deep in my gut, her sweet demeanor made me suspicious and I smelled a rat no matter how much charm she...

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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 is going down once you catch them in the act Innuendo and suspicion becomes legal fact And there's a bonus in it for...

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It’s a cold dark night on this end of town The street lights above flicker to a rhythm Standing, waiting, why? I don’t exactly know. But I’ll continue here and remain a shadow. There, the door opened and she walked out. She was a beauty, makeup done so right. The show was flawless, she was perfection. She turned to her friends...

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