LPiA Nov3
#1
Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 3

Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for the month of November. 


Topic : Write a poem about or inspired by forensics 
Form : any
Line requirements: Eight lines or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?
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#2
Social Forensics


Anything can be forensic
just as any can be social:
latter has to do with groups
pretending they are relevant;
former deals instead with trials
producing evidence to sway
social units titled juries
on their way to scientific
verdicts which however being
“social justice” must ignore
evidence which doesn’t punish
social outcasts of the moment.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#3
Jack the Ripper is soo elusive
he kills--
and then he leaves
the scene of the crime.

We drew chalk around the bodies
and now we wait for him
to turn himself in.

Bumb luck so far...
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#4
A Dangerous Game


No forensic analysis holds
a well-established error rate
so how come he concludes
that after a single touch
the fingerprint she left
was a match to Aphrodite?
And now he's in pursuit,
and now she's at his table,
and now he asks her questions,
and now she has a motive---
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#5
1.                                They will                                         
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                                 ym    er    yls   peek
                                       gniegnahc
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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#6
(11-04-2021, 05:28 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  1.                                They will                                         
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                                 ym    er    yls   peek
                                       gniegnahc

Cool word art, very creative.
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#7
The Weapon

Your fingerprints
were all over it:

the passive aggressive warhead
of your sigh, the cold cannon
of your stare, deterrents
men don't dare play chicken with.

He knew you too well
to see another way out.
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#8
(11-04-2021, 05:28 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  1.                                They will                                         
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                                 ym    er    yls   peek
                                       gniegnahc
Zodiac has got nothing on you. Love it.
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#9
What’s outside the door
is the crime.
What’s outside the crime
is the hand.
What’s outside the hand
is the brain.
What’s outside the brain
is what’s left behind.
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#10
Ode to a forensic accountant

At last he spotted a single entry
where there should've been a double
and then the balance sheet's inventory
of flattering financials spelt trouble.

They called him a bean counter and laughed,
the dazzling boys of marketing,
from bald Darren to that mean bounder
old Neal (no hero of Mafeking
but a political shrew, who grew and grew
till it was his turn to flounder).

They called him devoid of that sparking wit
only Strategy boys possess
with their two-by-twos, and other such shit,
these inheritors of Moses
and his vision of the future. Not rigour
but poetry makes their paychecks bigger

They called him a ho, the acolytes of Joe,
while Chris's coup de grace
was 'thou be'est balled', while Darren, bald,
merely sniggered in place.

But woe alack, this diligent old
accountant saw to his glee
black misfortunes the numbers told -
all for a single entry!
Bring out the lion, bring out the bruin,
bring out the infantry!
But nothing can stop the balance sheet's ruin
from a daft single entry!!
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#11
Before DNA
was discovered
it was fingerprints
before that
a star witness
before that
the hot gun
the bloody knife
the broken branch
the will of God
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