Clues Poems - Poems about Clues

Winter Blues, Spring Clues Miracle Man 2/24/2025 Soon God will usher winter days to sleep, and the warming air will cause birds to sing. Lawns will turn green and require some upkeep, this is the happening, welcoming spring. The thing most appealing, arriving birds, the Robins are our first birds to appear. Then Mocking Birds spewing other birds words, but to flocks of Starlings i...

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broken branches lead to secret home of insects hiding from the world...

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Miss Barker, let me say a word, though this to many seem absurd. Your attitude I find pragmatic, not judgmental, not dogmatic. So poetry is not your strength though some will go to any length to immortalize themselves in verse, writing dogerell, if not worse. Avoid concerns to you so alien. Be what you are, a Pomeranian....

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He used to be a hoarder of clues would keep them in a mind-binder. Imagine the surprise when all the clues turned into blank pages It happens, a person has a thousand ways to figure out this world. He thought he saw some patterns in this messy conundrum of reality He had conjectured – had formed workable theories had constructed reasonable solutions for all the...

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yes, it is this angular moment when every thing is a symbol if the beetle lands on the swollen finger if the left eyelash blinks disorderly this game is lost the ash that will soil everything is in front of the mirror putting on makeup it's no use filling everything with colored pencils serve dreams at coffee time or pretend it doesn't exist this time...

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This is a poem of a little bit of insight. You can call it a step or a guide to follow your own light. Nocturnal vs Diurnal are opposites in facts. But do you know which one you need to enact? Humans can represent both that much is true. But do you know how to follow the...

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Airborne chameleons in the snow-blown morning: dull white, grey gulls flying, silently disappear against dull white, grey clouds....

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In a mystery that starts with an abduction, And ends in what might be the perfect crime, I noted, with a sigh of resignation, How evidence depends on space and time. There was little that gave telling on the surface. The more I looked, the less I knew the score; Just scratches on the Maserati’s fender, And a young...

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When I pause and seek to listen, To that voice that's deep inside. My search often finds only silence, As if intuition has abandoned and died. This moves me to sounds I observe, With perception that's experienced and real. While exercising any lack of emotion, Where...

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“...like small Cherokee children, torn from freedom and the mountains, paled in faded lodges by rocky Oklahoma streams. Bettie M. Sellers Westward from Bald Mountain 1974 LIBRARY CLUES Ms. Bettie Sellers’ bald mountain of poems subtly lays dormant until a Cherokee chats — voices commune together 3/1/2020...

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Lights of splattered houses seem to stare at me as i saunter towards them with the night before i enter my house i rest my head on cooling glass Drizzled rain tempers my spine sighs unsure of cause linger in the frost and sound is flesh Darkness looks so lost Ink birds slip the moonlight Screaming blacks and blues Searching in the nothingness without any clues...

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They would never catch him for they were not global thinkers. Good ole’ boy thinkers who were not forensic experts in any way. Stale men who had not been through police training for so long, They let people walk through the clerk’s blood trail at the first murder scene. Sheriff Dickerson was a nice guy, but he was...

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Monday morning clues What did they do on the weekend? The smiling ones Do they mean it Or are they hiding their truth? Did their wives beat them? Did their dogs hurt their feelings? We all wear our masks Especially on Mondays Revealing nothing....

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Fire in my belly Confidence in my mind I confront challenges that I tackle daily In a determined and concerted onslaught to find Solutions I appreciate Among several alternatives I explore To root out hypocrites who ingratiate Themselves to exploit my generosity more Than moderation permits In civilized society Where a sleight of hand meets With disapproval where humility Scores priceless points When set against a background Of complex...

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I can't sleep thinking about The way you turned me inside out Changing my whole life perspective You are like a love detective Following clues that led you to A girl so lonely and blue That needed some loving care All your spying led you here To save my heart from destruction You are giving it construction Rebuilding every little bit Making ever piece now fit Into...

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