Phil Capitano Poet Monorhyme

When All the World Is Quiet - Its Too Early Version

When all the world is quiet
	And the night is fully deep,
A mystic moon is watching
	All the places underneath.
My thoughts like panthers moving
	through the jungle, they do creep.
Among the lingering shadows
	lies a naked hairy beast…
It’s too early to write poetry,
	Back to bed and welcomed sleep.


1/27/17

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Richard Lamoureux November 4, 2019 at 8:53 AM This made me chuckle. Phil Capitano November 5, 2019 at 6:45 AM Thanks Richard, that was my intent. Have a great day.

Winston Ritson July 13, 2019 at 1:24 AM A little too many of those! Need to go off and hunt some sleep critters. Phil Capitano July 13, 2019 at 7:07 AM Thanks Winston for checking me out. This poem has a longer version with lots of spooky critters. Have a great day.

John Michaels April 8, 2017 at 7:22 AM Great stuff; this really made me chuckle! Nice write!

Anil Deo March 31, 2017 at 4:17 PM Is the "hairy beast" a poetasaurus? Thanks for this new "form" for me ... I may have read many without knowing so. Great place & people here (PS) to learn from/with. I appreciate you Phil. God bless U richly with His shalom, Anil Deo

Pashang Salehi March 17, 2017 at 10:00 PM Such beautiful poem, showing a sleepless night. I live in a sleepless nights.... Among the lingering shadows...I'm wide awake counting sheep...

Funom Makama March 5, 2017 at 9:22 AM You have pointed out the message so clear, poetic, original and with a fantastic imagery expression. Thank you for this lovely share friend. This is definitely a star content. Phil Capitano March 5, 2017 at 9:58 AM The real message is in the longer version of this poem called "the It's Too Late Version". Thanks for stopping by.

Felicia Jarvis February 27, 2017 at 8:08 AM It's beautiful...

Darren White February 21, 2017 at 11:00 AM That is a wonderful little poem :) When you wake up it's a neat little cup next to it! Congratulations. Phil Capitano February 24, 2017 at 4:56 PM Thanks Darren, this is the short version, check out my repost with the amended title of "Its too late".

Doug Vinson February 21, 2017 at 9:31 AM Ahoy, Phil. : ) Looks to me like those thoughts that panther-creep through the jungle do some work of their own. Cheers!

Pandita Sietesantos February 20, 2017 at 8:45 AM Just swinging back to see you wear the crown, Phil! Big congratulations to you my friend for your well-deserved win! Hugs. Pandita

Kim Rodrigues February 19, 2017 at 2:55 PM This so sounds like the words to an illustrated book! Very nice verse! Congrats, Phil, on your top win! Much deserved! Phil Capitano February 20, 2017 at 7:06 AM Thanks Kim, the full-length version of this poem will be posted soon under a different title. Check it out.

Ironic Zink February 19, 2017 at 2:55 PM Thank you for your entry, my apologies on the delay. I was detained! Congrats on your win! Phil Capitano February 20, 2017 at 7:04 AM Thank you, your contest gave me a chance to use an unfinished poem in a unique and creative way. I have since finished that verse and will now post it under a different title. Check it out.

Matthew Anish February 19, 2017 at 12:31 AM One never knows when the Muse strikes! Nice poem! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

Pandita Sietesantos February 7, 2017 at 12:01 PM Well done, Phil! I can definitely identify with this piece! My thoughts enjoy waking me up and since I can't beat them, I join them until gratefully I fall asleep again:-)! But you show and tell much better than I ever can! A 7 for sure and good luck in the contest, my friend! Pandita

Susan Palli February 5, 2017 at 12:37 PM Love this! 7 for me.

Eiza Evangelista February 4, 2017 at 10:35 PM I like writing poetry in the afternoon hehehe. because at night time I am stalking friends online hahaha

Donna Roberts February 4, 2017 at 9:56 PM Love it!!

Lewis Nyaga February 3, 2017 at 8:41 AM One excellent piece.. those hours are some of my most creative, Phil Capitano February 3, 2017 at 1:21 PM Mine too, to be honest; this poem has a longer version to come.

Wendy Rycroft January 29, 2017 at 7:47 AM A great rhyming poem x

Mike Hauser January 29, 2017 at 7:08 AM Lol! Nice one!

Anne-Lise Andresen January 28, 2017 at 8:56 AM - A great one, Phil - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Phil Capitano January 28, 2017 at 5:52 PM Thanks for stopping by.

Daniel Turner January 27, 2017 at 7:38 AM That's the best time. Phil:) Fun poem! Phil Capitano January 28, 2017 at 5:53 PM I agree this came to me before my first coffee, lol.

Heidi Sands January 27, 2017 at 7:32 AM Great one Phil. I like it :)

Probir Gupta January 27, 2017 at 6:20 AM very true ... very relatable ... beautifully done ... May the shadows disappear in sleep and return later sublimated for your poetry ...

Chris Green January 27, 2017 at 6:11 AM Nicely done Phil. if this is for the contest, good luck, if not, it should be. Phil Capitano January 27, 2017 at 6:13 AM Yes. I didn't initially intend it to be but...;)