The Tales of a Strange Detective

The Tales of a Strange Detective

A Poem by blueseeker

From a childhood around constant burglary,

Alfonzo Homes is the most clever of them all.

The gift of astute logical reasoning is what got him the job,

Consulting high school detective always in search to solve.

His appearance are such as to strike the most casual observer,

In height he is rather over six feet,

And so excessively lean that he seems to be considerably taller. 

With dark hair and piercing black eyes and

Dressed always in a long black coat,

Unfailingly, intimidates all the annoying students.

Recently moving from Italy, 

His unique antagonistic yet clever personality

Already has become the new talk whispered among the school.

Day after day he walks through the halls

Easily detecting disputes.

Each solved mystery replaces 

An inch of his eternal wonder of the adolescent behavior.

However, never has he found true fulfillment 

In solving the monotonous arguments.

Alfonzo has asked never for help,

Rather only for time to think

In which the violin becomes his assistant. 

From his small office he plays his music

And within a moment,

His answer is produced through the notes.

Yes, a strange young adult to many,

Yet, I believe he was born for a purpose,

To solve the unfathomable mysteries

Of the adolescent way of life.

© 2012 blueseeker


Author's Note

blueseeker
the prologue to my framed story

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sorry, I meant AlfonZo..

Posted 12 Years Ago


each adolescent is unique so Alfonso has his work cut out for him...good luck!

Posted 12 Years Ago


An adolescent Sherlock...interesting...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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discover passionately and be a fool doing so. im very interested in the impossible questions of this universe. or possibly the choices and actions of humanity. questions will always consume my mind.. more..

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A Poem by blueseeker


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A Poem by blueseeker