"investigators" poems
Seventeen years ago
America was shaken to the core.
Since not too long after that
We've been involved in a non-stop war.
Homeland security
Became an issue that since then
Hoped to assure Americans
That such attacks won't happen again.
During the past seventeen years
Many measures have been taken
To make us safe; however, it's time
For sleeping minds to reawaken.
Lacking foresight, our president
Has gone after the people who
Have worked to make us safe. The man
Doesn't seem to have a clue.
Discrediting investigators,
Removing them from key positions,
And pulling security clearances
Because of paranoid suspicions
Will only make us vulnerable
To future terrorist attacks.
Watch how his Republican friends
In Congress support him. Political hacks!
The president also hates
When investigators eye
American involvement with
The Russian mafia. We know why.
It's hard to watch as the president--
With almost each careless endeavor--
Stupidly goes out of his way
To make us more unsafe than ever.
-by Bob B (9-11-18)
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
ashima abraham
teenage girl
needed love
desperately
she thought the reason for her
despair might been her longing
while her longing was nothing but
normal and the origin of her
despair might been
fear
one day she met an older guy
his name **** black he a
forensic officer
investigators like him look for
traces under dead body's fingernails
stuff like that
until ashima met **** her
love was exclusively reserved to
her pitbull
his name was branko
a fearsome creature
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
I sit up there in the thin air where my focus is extended by eyes that feed on loneliness and lips that taste the awesomeness of pipe dreams in the sky,
A vision opens up to me, unreal, a trip out LSD, but no this is reality and here
in thin air flying free, the eagles seem to float as if on skis across a frozen sea.
I have abandoned all for self sufficiency, I want the eagle to be me and me to be the eagle, up here in the thin air where I grab at straws.
Two thousand floors down on the elevator to desperation in the nation of investigators they look for me, Up is not on their agenda or they'd send a scouting party to hunt me down.
In some era long before when I tore envelopes to lick my life and stuck them to the notice boards and no one cared, I cared more for stray dogs on the street than any one of ten or so of beggars that I met or those who came to meet the dawn with pleading looks, was it yesterday when my name, written in the book that details all? I began the fall that rose me to this place where I now sit, invisible but I am seen by clean air to be particle, to be this place without the trappings of a soiled humanity, I want to ski like eagles 'cross the frozen sea and for those who doubt me this was never LSD, this was the walking in and through a life that no one ever knew and a shout or two along the way,
In the thin air, I learn to grin, to remember what it feels like when you let the future in, some time ago I knelt to pray and being nearer to tomorrow than today. I'm sure that if someone watches over me, they'll set the skis, fire up the frozen seas and let me go.
I become my own General and watch over my army, but here in the thin air there is no one to harm me,
the eagles look on quizzically
floating by on skis.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
There was a crooked man
Who had a crooked smile
Secured a crooked Russian loan
With putin on speed-dial
He had 3 crooked marriages
He lives a crooked life
Cheating, lying, self-promoting
Wants Daughter-not his Wife
He “won” a crooked election
Just to steal more money
Investigators fired THREE times
His tantrums are not funny!
He pushed a crooked bill
Despite collective cries
Desperately tweeting diversions
Ignore those Russian ties!
Crooked Sarah Sanders
Smiles as she repeats his lies
Look behind the curtain
Prevent Democracy’s demise
This vile crooked man-child
Lives in a crooked White House
Embarrassing the World
A tweeting presidential louse
A shitstorm pouring out
With bad grammar and no style
Desperately denying collusion
Time to put them all on TRIAL
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
It’s 18 years later and I’m strolling down O’ Connell Street.
I notice a rough-sleeper in a shop doorway. There is a queue
for the bank machine contouring around his limbs
as he lies face down on the hard ground talking loudly to himself.
I remember how the investigators worked flat out in Kosovo,
almost captive to the corners of fields and the cruelty
of the events they sought to prove, the soil they touched
became a membrane surrounding remote scars.
They lay face down at times in abandoned crops,
measuring tracks, listening for crowded spaces,
recording the gossip of trees.
They reminded me of Indian scouts from the movies,
feeling for the signature of passing armies
in the broken grass beneath their fingers.
They were asking the dead for directions, the way somebody
might search a cemetery, calling on long deceased
relatives to whisper if they are close or not.
Soon the world will discover another war crime and the skeletons
of civilisation will once more bear witness to its own ******
As the Earth opens recent wounds I imagine the rough-sleepers
as skeletons of society communicating with scouts,
investigators leaning over precipices,
contemplating what goes into the filling of a trench.
Michael J. Whelan
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
Social networking for internet love.
Has created adultery amongst many of us.
Facebook, My Space and various dating sites.
Make you wonder.
What happen to the simplicity of love?
Private eyes, investigators too.
Trying to pin point exactly what's going on.
When you can achieve the same affect with a phone.
Divorce, settlements.
And on the site once more.
Still, makes you wonder what's going on?
Whatever happen to meeting and greeting in person?
On those social sites.
You not sure what you're chasing after.
So, we see why people aren't happy forever.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
There are many "you's" out there, on the highways, byways, freeways. Those that put others in harms way, excercising their egotistical need to be "first in line", "head of the class", so to speak; **** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" is their rallying cry.
It makes no difference what "YOU" are driving, old vehicle, new vehicle. Perhaps an overly powerful pickup truck, or an SUV, that makes YOU feel IMMORTAL. Ice, snow, rain, dark of night, makes no difference to YOU. Inconsiderate, rude, careless, makes YOU, dangerous. Today is no different, its "all about YOU." Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, no need for signals, tail-gating, trying to get that vehicle out of YOUR way, because YOU are being "INCONVENIENCED!" YOU, don't care! For this morning, like any other morning, "its all about YOU."
The lights are a bit glaring, as you begin to emerge from that state of unconsciousness, laying in that hospital bed, wondering where you are, who, and why, are those strangers standing around you.
They are the doctors, nurses, first responders, investigators, preparing for your reaction when you're told that the brains of your spouse and children had to be scraped off the pavement with a snow shovel.
You should be proud of yourself. For today is truly,
"All about YOU!"
copyright: richard riddle April 03, 2015
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
The Blast of wood and glass
Erupts Like Blooms of Flame
The First responders Arrive
Purely for the Clean up and Blame
It Came from the Kitchen
Investigators search debris
Hot ash and Smoke hover
Embers glow and Flare over
A woman rushes up
Begging a Fireman
Please tell me...
Did my mother Live?
There were no survivors
I am Sorry to say
She began Crying away
Sobbing Through tears to say
Mother Texted me today
Cancer... they say
I just want one last cigarette
Before I go Away..........
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
they witnessed her pain
they witnessed the day her husband throw her out naked in the rain.
they witnessed her children's trauma
yet, when investigators came to ask questions
there happened to be no witnesses.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
1. I never would have thought your whole existence could carry much significance in my life. There you were, standing, introducing yourself in fifth grade while I sat interested looking at you.
2. Have i ever told you that you are a great big ******* sunshine. Your good-mornings remind me a bright day ahead and boy you even make late night-talking so LIT my eyes are glowing yeah (from the brightness of the screen apparently)
3. You're a Virgo. I'm a Gemini. They've always told that earth signs do not always get along really well, with us, signs of the air element. And here we are proving them wrong. We're so much opposites yet we're more like magnets.
4. You wholeheartedly accepted my rainbows, supported me in every way and made my mess seem less of a storm.
5. Imagine lying down on flower fields at 6am. Listen to ****** hiphop songs. Think of the word wonderful. Watch a movie abundant of corny punchlines. That's being with you is like.
6. Together, we become investigators, actions analysts and psychological advisers when it comes to the people we like. Offering impressions and psychic predictions just so we could be sure we're hitting the right track.
7. You're the apple to my pie, you're the straw to my berry. You're the dirt in my eye. You're the Tom to my Jerry.
8. Fall down seven times. Stand up EIGHT. No matter how petty or serious our fights are, we're gonna mend it my best mate.
9. I am your biggest fan. Just like that.
10. Lastly, I know you're never into poetry and **** yet I made you one just like how I can't comprehend how you create art pieces so beautifully or just draw a single line so spectacularly. I'm always in awe. You give me glee.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
Tell me how much time has passed
Gathering the clues
Suspicious, that collusion
On the evening news
Ivanka, check his breathing
Is he in the House?
Is his heart even beating
Can you feel his pulse
Democracy keeps chanting
trump’s tweeting so ******
Stand up, march America
We won’t go down easy!
No person as our POTUS
Can stop The Rule of Law
3 investigators fired
Does that not drop your jaw!
The posse is coming
So merciless its ******
A Reckoning, Come-uppance
trump’s enemy is US
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
He was an Uber driver
From Kalamazoo
Who went on a rampage
But who knew
It was something
That an Uber driver would do
Even one who apparently
Was missing a *****
He dropped off a group
In record time
Which conveniently left him
Next door to the crime
Where sadly he was about to
Lose his mind
As police investigators
Were forced to find
Six in total
Were about to die
And no one’s figured out
The reason why
He would shoot perfect strangers
Bye and bye
But he certainly did
And that’s no lie
Now the crazed driver
Is in custody
Why did he do it
I don’t know (search me)
It was so inexplicable
That it’s hard to see
His rational or reasoning
Which would be key
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
I saw a lust in her pauses
Before she spoke
Weakened stops
Where she seemingly thought
Of which words to let go
As she stroked my ego
From her pro perspective
Her clues to give
As I elected for another drink
Her street smarts
Met by only her intellect
Her wits intersecting
The infectious reflections
Of the world we knew
On the brink of a kiss
Our faces
Increasingly grew powerless
In the shared haze
Of conversation
Tethering our connection
Nothing could stop us
As i slowly caved
And laid my hand
On top of hers
No longer hearing
A single word
Our eyes lazily locked
Blurring the exterior
Field of view
As it attempted to
Press through
With flashing lights
Electronic riffs
And melodic drums
Strummed
From the ambiance
Of the room
A love was groomed
And it grew
We just knew
Exactly what
Was what
Inching closer and closer
The force between us
Had proven to be too much
As we stood up
And walked to her car
I grabbed her waist
And lifted her to the trunk
Where we kissed
And we kissed
As the world slowly sunk
Around us
In breath-less-ness
Then Suddenly this
Feeling of pressure
Presses on my side
She had stabbed me
Then kicked me back
In my surprise
Then I was hit from behind
With a flash light
Cracking my head
In flashing colors
And regrets
I hit the ground
To a parade of feet
Two men kicked and stomped on me
As my blood was spilling
Into the street
Firing nine times i rose to my feet
Slowly walking over my victories
One was limp
The other convulsing
As the girl was crawling
On her hands and knees
Away from me
And toward a tree
She cried "please"
And "I'm sorry"
Over and over again
As I kicked her
Onto her back
Whimpering
And pleading
She raised her hands
And squeezed
Her eyes shut
"Love is not enough"
And with a flashing thump
I slumped away to my cave
Wounded in multiple ways
Reflecting on the mistakes i made
As i turned back toward the scene
Depraved
Of proper release
I returned to see
Investigators and yellow tape
Draping the stage of her fate
As she stared back at me
From the tree
Still possessing
A beauty that was
Beyond me
A beauty
That only
I could see
And it Sparkled
From her peace
She wanted me
And got me
And under the shadow
Of that tree
She looked as though
A pixie in the hand
Of a king
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
Because of recent fatal accidents that have occurred recently in the Dallas area, I felt it appropriate to repost this piece.
There are many "you's" out there, on the highways, byways, freeways. Those that put others in harms way, excercising their egotistical need to be "first in line", "head of the class", so to speak; **** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" is their rallying cry.
It makes no difference what "YOU" are driving, old vehicle, new vehicle. Perhaps an overly powerful pickup truck, or an SUV, that makes YOU feel IMMORTAL. Ice, snow, rain, dark of night, makes no difference to YOU. Inconsiderate, rude, careless, makes YOU, dangerous. Today is no different, its "all about YOU." Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, no need for signals, tail-gating, trying to get that vehicle out of YOUR way, because YOU are being "INCONVENIENCED!" YOU, don't care! For this morning, like any other morning, "its all about YOU."
The lights are a bit glaring, as you begin to emerge from that state of unconsciousness, laying in that hospital bed, wondering where you are, who, and why, are those strangers standing around you.
They are the doctors, nurses, first responders, investigators, preparing for your reaction when you're told that the brains of your spouse and children had to be scraped off the pavement with a snow shovel.
You should be proud of yourself. For today is truly,
"All about YOU!"
copyright: richard riddle April 03, 2015
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
It has been a year,
Since that awful day,
When life as I knew it,
Slowly slipped away.
Losing more than consciousness,
More than dignity and pride,
I'd end up losing everything,
Even my will to survive.
When I-come to-that day,
I thought it couldn't get worse,
But time would soon show me,
There'd be no end to this curse.
Everything I had known,
Everything that I held true,
Cut and shredded to pieces,
Before justice would be through.
Not reporting the assault,
To the police right away,
Left me running for my life,
So I could live another day.
To leave me alone,
I would later see,
Was not in the abusers,
Plans involving me.
He left me no choice,
But to report to the police,
In hopes they would offer,
Some protection to me.
I needed some guidance,
Protection and some care,
Someone to lead me through it,
And help me over the fear.
What I received instead,
I could not begin to perceive,
They said he said I was lying,
And they believed him, not me.
I was called a liar,
Straight to my face,
By the investigators,
Who were looking at my case.
Stating they'd investigated,
And my report they did see,
But not one of my witnesses,
Was asked for their plea.
"Break the silence today"
The commercials we all see,
hear them on the radio,
watch them on Tv,
I was strangled by him,
The abuser did that to me,
But it was in the hall of Justice,
That life was taken from me.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Somewhere in the office complex
There is a cult
That dances in circles 'round a fire no one set
Staring at the flame
They scream in chorus,
Chanting the words
In absentium of forest,
No sacrifice of birds
But they are really quite tame people
Unlikely to be chosen by the devils
For their work
I suppose that they just want a contact
In the Underworld's Potomac
Where the devils lurk
And their families at home know nothing;
The memos have told them nothing;
Their deception is quite complete.
No one in the office complex
Uses any salt
The only use for Wi-Fi is for recipes
For the potions that they claim
Give enemies their curses
Render useless locks
Until someone reimburses them
For all their clocks
But no one has it in their job description
To sell hallucinogenic prescriptions--
Well, at least, not quite
Everyone lists lies on their resumés
But none of them know anyway
If their pays are right
The one thing that they dream about
The escape they dream about
Is the ritual every Thursday night
No one quite knows
What they do in there
Pitched percussion;
Tufts of hair
Investigators
Have drawn a blank
At astral projection;
After that, they sank
The newspaper read that the members of the cult
Are all dead now,
But in the building where they once worked
One hears the echoes
Of spells sung in chorus
Of dances and words
The verses of Horace
The faint scent of herbs
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
Several years ago, I was working with other investigators on a surveillance assignment in a residential neighborhood. We arrived on site at six o'clock in the morning. About 7:30 the sun broke the horizon, and it was going to be a gorgeous morning.
It was an "older, established neighborhood, you know the type, "A" Frame homes, that had screen doors in front of the solid ones, where a person could keep the main door open and let the morning breezes filter through the house, saving on the utility bill. All of a sudden the screen door on a residence two down from our suspect, came open, and an elderly gentleman stepped out on the porch. He stood there, holding the screen door open, as if he were talking to someone.
Shortly, to my surprise, a beautiful, long-hair, white cat stepped out onto the porch. The old gent stooped over, brushed the kitty's head, and shut the door. In unison, the two walked down the front walk, the kitty at the old gents feet. The old man bent down and picked up the newspaper. Together, they started back towards the house, and the furry creature disappeared into the flower bed that lined the front of the house. The old gent stayed where he was, perusing the front page of the paper. After a couple of minutes passed, the feline reappeared and took his place at the old man's feet. Together, side by side, they walked back to the porch,where the old gent gracefully opened the door and let his "guardian angel" enter first.
Now, I know this story doesn't sound like much. However, I felt that they had been together for a pretty long time. Best friends, they were, loyal to each other, creating a love between human and animal, unsurpassed. In writing this, I realized that he, like me, his home wasn't empty.......
anymore.
richard riddle: January 08, 2016
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
Because of recent fatal accidents that have occurred in the Dallas area, I felt it appropriate to repost this piece.
Richard Riddle 11-06-2015
There are many "you's" out there, on the highways, byways, freeways. Those that put others in harms way, excercising their egotistical need to be "first in line", "head of the class", so to speak; **** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" is their rallying cry.
It makes no difference what "YOU" are driving, old vehicle, new vehicle. Perhaps an overly powerful pickup truck, or an SUV, that makes YOU feel IMMORTAL. Ice, snow, rain, dark of night, makes no difference to YOU. Inconsiderate, rude, careless, makes YOU, dangerous. Today is no different, its "all about YOU." Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, no need for signals, tail-gating, trying to get that vehicle out of YOUR way, because YOU are being "INCONVENIENCED!" YOU, don't care! For this morning, like any other morning, "its all about YOU."
The lights are a bit glaring, as you begin to emerge from that state of unconsciousness, laying in that hospital bed, wondering where you are, who, and why, are those strangers standing around you.
They are the doctors, nurses, first responders, investigators, preparing for your reaction when you're told that the brains of your spouse and children had to be scraped off the pavement with a snow shovel.
You should be proud of yourself. For today is truly,
"All about YOU!"
copyright: richard riddle April 03, 2015
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Stop. March! Won’t America stand?
We’re listening. Try pulling open
Hear source device
Pain pleasure journey inherited
Life lesson posse, turn away edge
Maybe rage offering dashed despair
Meek crashed. Face aware.
Forced push depending
Strive. weep. stride. Laugh.
Sure, seek. pass highs.
What’s truth?
Slice fired investigators
Suspicious, merciless House
****** time gathering law
Easy used evening clues
Taste Democracy news
POTUS does past reckoning
Keeps tweeting…beating…thrust…drop
Checks chanting window
Collusion breathing lies!
Enemy jaw pulse come-uppance…
Trump’s troubles, Hope coming
Sweet feel
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
Clouds overhead and people do not talk
ever since the incident
Investigators try to understand what happened
but no one will say a thing
What investigators don't understand
is that this incident has ripped from the people's soul
the color has faded in the land of Xulusalntas.
I remember the times when the colors were grand
and the people were nice
the arts were known well
but ever since the incident
everything has changed
in the land of Xolusalantas.
Apr 15, 2010
Apr 15, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
Will Russia's election meddling ever
Come to an end? We keep hopin'.
But now the president blatantly
Colludes with Putin out in the open!
Recently, another phone call
Between Trump and Putin occurred.
Was Russian election meddling mentioned?
According to Trump, NOT one word.
But why would Trump want to stop
Interference in our elections?
If Russia helped him win before,
Why would he NOW raise objections?
He doesn't trust investigators
Here. He'd rather demonize
The FBI, while at the same time
He swallows all of Putin's lies.
Now team Trump seeks outside help
To hopefully tarnish the reputation
Of another political opponent.
Character assassination.
No maneuver is too low for Trump.
Will his actions come back to haunt him?
One thing we know: the Russians have
Donald Trump right where they want him.
People concerned about America's
Strength and safety should be upset
As Trump spins the cylinder
In a dangerous game of Russian roulette.
-by Bob B (5-4-19)
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
Because of an upsurge in fatal accidents in the North Texas area, and elsewhere I'm sure, I believe it appropriate to repost this write.
There are many "you's" out there, on the highways, byways, freeways. Those that put others in harms way, excercising their egotistical need to be "first in line", "head of the class", so to speak; **** the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" is their rallying cry.
It makes no difference what "YOU" are driving, old vehicle, new vehicle. Perhaps an overly powerful pickup truck, or an SUV, that makes YOU feel IMMORTAL. Ice, snow, rain, dark of night, makes no difference to YOU. Inconsiderate, rude, careless, makes YOU, dangerous. Today is no different, its "all about YOU." Speeding, weaving in and out of traffic, no need for signals, tail-gating, trying to get that vehicle out of YOUR way, because YOU are being "INCONVENIENCED!" YOU, don't care! For this morning, like any other morning, "its all about YOU."
The lights are a bit glaring, as you begin to emerge from that state of unconsciousness, laying in that hospital bed, wondering where you are, who, and why, are those strangers standing around you.
They are the doctors, nurses, first responders, investigators, preparing for your reaction when you're told that the brains of your spouse and children had to be scraped off the pavement with a snow shovel.
You should be proud of yourself. For today is truly,
"All about YOU!"
copyright: richard riddle April 03, 2015
37 years as an accident investigator, have seen many of these. This piece was inspired by Jamie Burkes, "BOOM". Thanks, Jamie!
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
A glorious ship sets sail,
Robust engines begin to fire.
A billowing cloud marks their trail
Whisking along, climbing higher.
Soon to find they’re moving frail,
Over-capacity, the engines tire.
Panic… passengers want to bail
Before the ships fatigue is dire.
“The ships too big to fail”,
Assured the disguised liar
Over the radio in a voice so stale,
He sold the tickets to every buyer.
Acting like there’s no need to worry
The crew continues out to sea,
News on board spreads in a hurry,
The passengers whisper quietly.
The crewman shouting, “all aboard!”,
They look around, only to see,
Transport of the vaulted horde
As their count exceeds capacity.
For profit loomed so temptingly,
Blighted the soul in greedy begrime,
Of that owner who sits at home,
The culprit in this unwatched crime
As the magistrate declared he’s free to roam.
Back on the ship, the haul is flooding,
So abrupt, they had no time.
Sinking further to the depths and sure to drown,
They let out a last and desperate horn to chime,
As water rising—muffled the sound.
“We’ll do everything we can!”,
Exclaims the man who’s pockets lined,
Pays off investigators to seal his plan,
A freak accident without blame to find,
Invisible strings puppeteer,
The death of thousands into happenstance,
Foul play at the hands of a financier,
Onto his next venture without a second glance.
Perhaps one day a corrected fate
Will rise in the eyes of history,
And right the legacy of our current state,
Shedding light on the darkness of the shadow of inequality.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC