Suspicious to see
All the calls for me
No one I know
Say they know me
When put to the test
No one can answer best
Now it appears
My Email is under threat
It's a bet
No one has the least idea
Of the things that appear
First, it's a prize
Then it's a warning
Finally, a threat
The police might come a storming
Being reclusive
Annoyed by above
If you're not my love
I'll become more elusive than the clouds above
Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
call it 'intuition', Alice aforethought had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
'Alice springs eternal, in the human breast.'
Now aren't you glad, I got that off my chest.
Restlessness is proof
that something is wrong,
never talk to a gloomy moon
from the lowest roof;
go outside and join a throng,
don't inflate your balloon!
Suspicion can be jealousy,
another incurable malady;
no, don't try to hurt me more deeply:
revenge is none other than animosity!
Why don't you seek reconciliation
and put an end to your hostility?
Why do you think I am your enemy?
Spreading lies incites retribution!
Suspicion can be jealousy,
damn, it burns indefinitely;
until all harm is unfairly done,
until anger boils in someone!
Stop infuriating me, stop stalking me;
none of your accusations are true,
they twist your guts without a clue...
I'm not a puppet, don't shake my tree!
In shadows cast by promises, they stood,
A pact of hearts, in solidarity, they would.
With whispered vows, they faced the black,
Together they'd journey, never looking back.
Through trials and tribulations, they did endure,
Their friendship, a beacon, unwavering and pure.
Yet, as the candle of trust began to fade,
The distance between them, like a barricade.
Conversations turned scarce, the silence loud,
Doubt and suspicion, like a dark, foreboding cloud.
Their worst fears creeping, a somber night,
As they watched their once-close bond take flight.
They saw their backs, retreating in despair,
A cruel twist of fate, a pain too much to bear.
For some, the face that lurked behind the knife,
Was a friend turned foe, causing endless strife
He wants to start Victory’s band,
Stops on seeing discouraging hand:
The band’s for a purpose, not fun;
At them is still pointed a gun…
Somebody is smoking his brand;
To ask for the half-smoked not grand.
He is their Great Chief’s second son,
Already out and above Sun…
The gun’s bullets sing “Wait! Wait! Wait!”
For a long bolted market gate
Against a killer Pandemic
Still doubted by some Academic…
Not passing today: Decision
Or a riot with precision...
And it’s, yes, no mere suspicion
Co-Vid will like an incision.’’
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
January 15, 2023
The sun disappears at the sea horizon
Curiosity
Leads to the fact that
The earth is round
Curiosity follows by evidence and proof
A theory is derived
In country or office politic
Suspicion leads to alertness and caution
A prevention of traps and conspiracy
Country politic dominates governance and influence
Office politic dominates status and power
What's behind the curtain
Only God knows
But we should try to know a little bit
To decide a vote
A little suspicion will do
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
*Image of Suspicion & Doubt by Pixabay.
Suspicion Fell on the Butler
'Twas a murky damp eve at the big house,
A frightening hallway clock tolls troll-less,
Hark the wayward butler a standard louse,
I glanced via the house he's gone I guess.
You're confident you've dug in everywhere,
Every nook and cranny cracks in the fence,
All we found were pipes but he is nowhere,
The shadiness of mistrust emerged dense,
He yelled at Mr. Cheevers, the louse claim,
He saw nothing he know nothing came up,
And shortly haunting tolling trolls proclaim,
Straggled Suspicion fell on the Butler, yup!
2022 July 25
*2nd Place*
One In Five 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2022 July 29
For him quirky incidents are not very new,
Being adept seasoned butler for years a few;
Dead fly in the chicken curry they bluntly cry,
While gladly consume entire pork and mutton fry...!
My ballet missing! A lousy one loudly yells,
Must be the butler, the other so firmly tells;
All hell breaks out; like high hills, heap many a doubt,
Hullabaloo! In his air-bag they find it out!
Salt more for one; less for other; butler is called,
He separates the dishes; Hassle over-hauled;
Sizzler or cool cucumber; grievance goes the same,
Harassing the butler has been the supreme aim...!
It's, now, the duke's wife's fallen-tower-like collapse,
Food poison! Call the butler! Scrutinize the lapse!
Depressed wife, they found, had taken sedative-dose,
Butler's life, thus, often in doubts, turns grave jocose...!
22 July 2022
Murder was served at the table.
The fellow is dead, not stable.
Page turned, nothing could be subtler -
Suspicion fell on the butler.
It was the salt and peppering -
It’s clear his oversteppering
was found out this night…all knives out.
Stone cold - the butler gave a shout.
The poison sealed the rim of glass
to coup de gras the loudmouth bass.
Another page was turned, we’d learn
the butler’s dead - a great concern!
The guests, now accuse each other,
but one by one they fall. Bother!
Who hates them all? Who’s caused this strife?
One’s still standing - the butler’s wife!
The reader, glares at the writer,
declares it was a nail biter.
She tells the author to drink up.
He hopes it is a loving cup.
7/21/2022
SPONSOR: Joseph May
Contest: One In Five 2
Chose #2 - SUSPICION FELL ON THE BUTLER
Suspicion always finds the poor butler.
This time, he was carrying a large box.
I think I saw her fingers--if not her
perhaps it was her sister's golden locks.
People say that she slapped his lovely face.
Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you,
but a grain of truth may favor this case:
She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't true.
I've only heard these things, and, yet it's true:
his was an evil look I saw that night.
Passing judgment, I'm not accustomed to,
(he could have done it when far out of sight.)
At last this story is wrapped in a glove.
The Butler's name, by the way, is Daniel.
The box contained a gift for Daniel's love:
A golden, freckled-nose cocker spaniel!
July 20, 2022
Theme: #2, Suspicion Fell on the Butler
One in Five 2 poetry contest
by Joseph May ~ First Place!
The case of caviar the Humpherts ordered
was missing from their mansion. What a mystery!
Could long-time butler Stephan be the culprit?
If so, posthaste the traitor would be history.
One Humphert child cried out, “He wouldn’t do that!
“Some stranger could have slipped in,” said the other
and swiped those little cans. Are they expensive?”
“Oh, yes, five thousand dollars!” said the mother.
They then recalled that when their goods were stolen,
the butler and his bowling team were out of town.
They told the kids, “You’re right. He didn’t do this.”
The stunning theft resulted in a weeks-long frown.
The kids now keep a secret from their parents.
They’ll never tell how much stray cats love caviar.
They buy them cat food now with their own money.
Stephan just smiles and nods while watching from afar.
Choice 2
July 15, 2022
entered in the One in Five 2 Contest placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
Suspicion fell on the butler.
one scone was missing
a chair askew.
The constable scratched his chin
tapped his note pad.
The butler stood
Idly guilty in the doorway.
This was not the first such incident.
The Lady of the Manor strode into the room,
surveyed the situation
muttered under her breath.
The constable observed her behavior.
Discretely followed her
to the garden
where she inquired of the gardener
“Where is he?”
The gardeners reply:
“Behind the shed, Ma’am”
The constable joined her
as she looked behind the shed.
He was there all right.
Crumbs on his lips
jelly on his paws.
Guilty.
John G. Lawless
©7/15/2022
Catalyst
Speeds up a chemical reaction
While defence, suspicion, defiency and greed
Of dictatorship
Speeds up an outburst for war
Between man and man
Country and country
There are many reasons to start a war
But there is only one reason
To prevent
To halt
And to stop it
And that reason is simply called
Peace-loving
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