within tall tower
lie the trappings of power
they charge by the hour
more than idle wish
beyond turmoil and deceit
search for lasting peace
results may vary
when words pursue their quarry
brave soon turn wary
no world famous sleuth
sought the source of lasting truth
within voting booth
life as form letter
deceiving the begetter
is simpler better?
odd things which we do
some people play sudoku
others write haiku
writing what we see
becomes confusing to thee
yet thus will it be
A sleuth who thought truth too uncouth
Invented a villain named ‘Ruth’.
Her crimes, though quite quaint,
Compelled him to faint,
Reviving his nerves with vermouth.
The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
In the land of glitz and glitter.
Visionaires film moving pictures.
Acting out their fantasies.
Through love ,war, or tragedy.
Who got hot between the sheets.
To rhapsody's elusive beat.
As a plot began to steam
Audacity, almost Obscene.
Humors truth, alloyed themes.
Viewers rule, Android dreams.
Rumor sleuths, Tabloid screams.
Future jewels on a silver screen.
Can't Complain,
Oh what a Sleuth,
Show some shame,
Oh what a Sleuth,
Lurk around,
Oh what a Sleuth,
Surrounding Sounds,
Oh what a Sleuth,
Left behind,
Oh what a Sleuth,
It will be mine,
Some day,
Sleuth.
Old sleuth foot such a character
an old veteran
with one leg yet he still happy
~
Old Slew Foot with a gorilla chest
he smelled of menthol from his breath
Oh! slew foot was quite tall
he can stand on his one leg problem but never fall
~
Old Slew Foot was a Corporal in the army
on the battlefield he seen that so alarming
Oh! slew foot had a prosthetic
when he put it on he would walk run even dance he felt lit
not pathetic
~
Old Slew Foot walk the mile
he co-created a blessed child
Old Slew Foot was sleeping in a chair
because all he had left in him was one leg and a prayer
11/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Her lie turned to lye
for the lie that she told ...
With the other guy she lay ~
strangled by his lei they both lie
Love said in truth
It takes a slueth
To know if it is true
Or just meant to leave you blue
Should I hide
I can't decide
What does it even mean
After what I have seen
Should I run
What can be done
Can I afford another fall
Build around my heart a wall
Is love real
What's the deal.
Should I stay alone
You know what love has shown
Don't know what to do
Don't know if love is true
Is it even real
Can someone really feel
I want to hide
I must confide
I don't understand this
Is there really bliss
The first kiss
I have my fear
It ends in a tear
Should I close my eyes
Pretend it's all lies
Walk the other way
Alone should I stay
So set in my way
Love means pain
Nothing will I gain
By letting go my heart
Nothing must I start
A heart that knows pain
Such a dark stain
I wish I knew
What was true
But I really don't
So I guess I won't
Risk finding a heart that's fake
Not worth the chance I take
So why must I try
If I'm only going to cry
With a fresh cup of coffee, I stepped outside to have a peek.
It was another peaceful morning, in the valley around Soup Creek.
I caught the glint of a Winchester, a model ninety-four.
It was across the lap of Jenna, just outside the saloon door.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jan sneaking to the loo.
I could hear her spurs were jingling as she went to take a poo.
In the saloon I heard some laughter, it was Milt just having fun.
At a table dealing stud, a gamblers game is never done.
At the other end of the street, there stood Tania with watchful eyes.
With a pistol on each hip, she was ready for any surprise.
Down by the livery stable was a Texas ranger by the name of Dave.
He was looking for our mayor, who he thought was digging a grave.
There was a rumor of riders coming, and the Creek might be in a bind.
He searched both high and low, but sir Tom he could not find.
Ten miles south of town, with graves dug all around.
Tom had stopped these riders and saved our hallowed ground.
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8/21/22
The Crime of the Clock
David J Walker
Only now do I know
The name of my youth
Printed on tablets of stone
A suspicious truth
Laced in vermouth
the creative slaves
And the innocent naves
Dine alone
In the booth
Of their own design
Only now do I know
The lateness of the hour
And the power
Of the clocks opine
A chime of the truth
Or so says the sooth
Each tick and its tock
Responds to the clock
Alerting the sleuth
To its crime
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 reading these books,
training for the detective in me.
How many job choices along the way could there
possibly be?
Lots of common blue collar jobs before I finally
got a degree.
If I am honest, I might have to tell you a total
of around thirty-three.
There was no book-reading in those days,
except the boring texts assigned to me.
I am a Gemini oozing with flexible thinking, it is
my main and only true-blue decree.
In my thinking, a gum shoe sleuth detective
is what being a guidance counselor has
made of me.
TV people take up oodles of my time.
They turn me into a police officer,
A detective,
And a forensic genius.
I solve murders, and mysteries
And save gobs of people every night,
Luckily I can do it from my recliner
With my dog snoring away next to me
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