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Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 17
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.
Topic : Write a poem inspired by True Crime
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish.
Questions?
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I'm sorry, this is still recent and raw...
Missing pigs
A packet, empty, ripped—
evidence on the countertop.
Shrugs from witnesses,
shifty
eyes to the right, lies—
two plus two plus one
does not make twenty:
all gone.
Swearing under oath,
’til call to judge,
Daddy, and the question:
“Did you?”
And he says “No”.
Not Daddy. Not Mammy. Innocent.
Now, who ate all the Percy Pigs?
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She watched a lot of true crime
Her favorite show was called snapped
It was on all of the time
With other docs overlapped
But that was her primary
Her go to, her escape hatch
From a life being married I guess
If she did it it's not so far-fetched
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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"Murder for Breakfast”
I click on my breakfast crime podcast
for lurid tales of wanton wickedness.
Villains so twisted they're beyond compare,
Their victims so innocent and so pure.
As I slice my toast and boil my morning egg
I shiver in vicarious dread.
The world outside seems menacing and mean
as they describe a gruesome murder scene,
And I find myself checking locks on doors
while they recount a murderer who stalks.
My sleep becomes a harrowing ordeal
as they spin private grief into their meal.
The hosts chase views on each awful story;
The victims trimmed to content, dressed up gory.
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Stories told to all
fueling stigmas reference points
makes the sick guilty.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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Crime
In the end the only true crime is stealing
from another person, but not just money
taking life away as in murder or in
slaving that too is thieving
just so rape which robs victims of their human
self-possession dignity and decision.
Worst each crime steals innocence from its victims
who thought he’d never do that.
 Non-practicing atheist
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Confession at Austin Street
They said we ignored her screams,
but that was to sell papers.
Sounds bend into what we want to believe.
We had looked out windows
before, with no one dying.
Who hasn’t raised their voice,
turned up the television.
Someone would call the police
if it were serious.
We bowed our heads,
so it would feel natural
to close our eyes
and thank God
for the silence
in our own apartments.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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Can it be true crime
if the body's never found-
asking for a friend
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(11-18-2025, 08:43 AM)brynmawr1 Wrote: Can it be true crime
if the body's never found-
asking for a friend
Yes
Quantum Murder
That would be the sound of one corpse clapping.
A body in the woods with no witnesses
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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I prefer fiction
True crime is invariably boring,
too unnecessarily gory
or clever by default, enabled by the investigator’s stupidity,
judge magistrates paid off, and the sort of cupidity
you can bank on. Herman Goering
joking about the Jews or Speer’s made up story:
“I knew nothing about it! ‘Twas Himmler, the boary
genocidal pig!” written from his cell in Spandau,
with a mental alacrity
that’d have impressed Lev Davidovich Landau.
No, give to me a concocted world. Like Walter Mitty
I’ll gladly live in it, and savour the crimes
of masterminds shooting for criminal glory;
the saturnine Moriarty in a Victorian smokehouse,
Dr Armstrong contemplating his Belgian nemesis,
and the heroes: Holmes thinking in a coke house,
Father Brown reading from Genesis.
Far better than cops and judges paid up -
the beauty of murder that is made up.
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11-18-2025, 09:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2025, 09:35 AM by brynmawr1.)
(11-18-2025, 08:50 AM)Todd Wrote: (11-18-2025, 08:43 AM)brynmawr1 Wrote: Can it be true crime
if the body's never found-
asking for a friend
Yes
Quantum Murder
That would be the sound of one corpse clapping.
A body in the woods with no witnesses
you've given me ideas. Let's see if they bear fruit.
(11-18-2025, 09:24 AM)busker Wrote: I prefer fiction
True crime is invariably boring,
too unnecessarily gory
or clever by default, enabled by the investigator’s stupidity,
judge magistrates paid off, and the sort of cupidity
you can bank on. Herman Goering
joking about the Jews or Speer’s made up story:
“I knew nothing about it! ‘Twas Himmler, the boary
genocidal pig!” written from his cell in Spandau,
with a mental alacrity
that’d have impressed Lev Davidovich Landau.
No, give to me a concocted world. Like Walter Mitty
I’ll gladly live in it, and savour the crimes
of masterminds shooting for criminal glory;
the saturnine Moriarty in a Victorian smokehouse,
Dr Armstrong contemplating his Belgian nemesis,
and the heroes: Holmes thinking in a coke house,
Father Brown reading from Genesis.
Far better than cops and judges paid up -
the beauty of murder that is made up. Well done Busker! Your ability to bring in so many references into a coherent theme never ceases to amaze. Not for nothing, "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty" is one of my favorite movies.
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Sleepless nights
I see the news,
Crimes flooding.
Yet this comes close.
Victims piled up,
I lying among them,
alive.
How could I see it,
His methods?
When I sleep,
Maybe "the true crime",
was going to sleep,
with restless souls,
guiding me,
amongst atrocities.
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Musings of an Omniscient Narrator
Much is made regarding
the what for's and don't's
that occur in a forest
and the import of a witness
to the existential question-
"Can we call it a scream?".
The only certainty now
is your silence - one eye
open to the sky,
the colors of fall collecting
in the awkward L of your hips.
But then, you weren't alone
when you fell.
Another attempt inspired by Todd's observations. not sure the end lands as hoped.
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Below Law
I love fear,
I love it as I love wine
to drink.
Alchemy of Letters,
when I have nothing to say,
I breathe.
I love words and wine together,
a grimoire, a cookbook.
The very anatomy
I love
as piss and shit and sweat
from whatever orifice:
wine and bourbon and breath.
I have no interest in crime
for crime's sake. I steal if I want to.
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