Best Prowlers Poems
We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day
That was numbing my patience
The bitter taste of coffee
Energized my words,
Fluttering like cherry blossoms of spring,
Right from my heart, timid, but with lots
Of rhyme to offer,
And it beat
Faster than the hands of time
As I looked at you
With your eyes, teasing...
And I almost forgot
To take my «I love you, Dad» kid from school
‘Cause of your Angelina Jolie
Lips that giggled my widowed soul
11/17/16
He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder
How many cabinets or counters
Have some sort of white powder
Many meals cooked with flour
Familiar with the Two Towers
As well as Wario and Bowser
Head up, regardless of any times being dour
Nagivating around sharp objects that could be eye gougers
In certain waters, swim flounder
Certain individuals working as a bouncer
Or with web browsers
And many more, but I'm not going to name them all like an announcer
Some just want the money and power
She wanted exotic flowers
And a dog that was a schnauzer
Objects being restored and scoured
On a planet with unexplained mysteries and strange encounters
There is so much you can do in twenty four hours
See for yourself unless you want to be a doubter
This place by the ocean has some of the best chowder
Classic like "Wallace and Grommit in the wrong trousers"
Nocturnal hunters and night prowlers
Wolves are quite the growlers and howlers
By black holes matter being devoured
That which does not can ouster
I always like rain and thunder showers
Girl, of you I could not be prouder
I'll buy, now let's go get some sweet and sour
By: Dalton Ogletree
A fright filled night is Halloween
Monsters and goblins make me scream
Scary costumes, some too extreme
An evil scheme An evil scheme
Red splattered shirt from fake blood stains
No! These drops spilled from human veins
Vampire fangs caused the victim's pains
His warm blood drains His warm blood drains
Night prowlers will lead you astray
With candy treats they tempt their prey
If you see them best run away
From haunting fey From haunting fey
Witches are spiteful and cruel
Casting spells with newt and toadstool
Halloween crones who spit and drool
Beware the ghoul! Beware the ghoul!
Masai Mara Migration
When Mother Nature calls
A wildebeest then recalls
Yonder, to migrate en mass
In search of Greener Grass.
Great a Hand that beckons
Utopia is yonder he reckons
Perfect is the Clock of Time
Telling of the right clime.
Behold, the forest on horns
Jutting like stirring thorns
Lank calf on mother’s tow
Alert not to lose the cow.
Bliss is calling I can hear
Who would not brave fear
To ford the River of Death
To the calling Land of Mirth;
Survivors of the long trek
Or, Croc’ menacing wreck
And prowlers in couchant
Intend for an easy hunt....
Verdant Land that waves
Leaves on trek many graves:
To gain a thing though small
You stoop to give your all!
** An epitome of the Diaspora and Africa’s Forward March into Liberty and Economic Emancipation.
JM
04th Nov’ 2013
You walked those savage streets
Without a clue
Without a care
You could not see the dangers or sense that death was everywhere
Predators and prowlers...they all look for parts to play
They saw you as a playground
Your heart and soul would soon to pay
Big wide smiles they turned to frowns as they took you to their traps
Those jokers and those jackyls they laughed loud inside your brain
Friendly faces they grew fangs
Helping hands grew iron claws
Loving eyes that showed compassion soon turned evil,cold,and hard
Angry arrows they shot at you
Bloody sickles they all swung
You woke up quick to wickedness
Run rabbit run
Hiding in a hole in a fortress made of fire
You dug yourself in deeper in the depths of dark despair
No one comes and no one cares
That became your new belief
A solitary soul...long lost love is what you seek
Broke down you had to build up from the ground of broken dreams
Emotions...fear and hatred...race like bullets in your brain
Burn the book and turn the page...a new chapter now unfolds
Time it ticks and time it tocks...shooting holes in the savage sun
Never turning back
Run rabbit run
Destiny day it finally came
Those desperadoes would surely meet their doom
Those streets that once betrayed you now become your battlefield
Break the seal...you're now a soldier
And there is no turning back
Because a brave man dies but once while a coward dies a thousand deaths
Evil ones and enemies...they surround you like a shell
Wicked wolves they all were snarling...soon in shock and sad surprise
Now the rabbit roars with laughter as he watches demons die
His weakness turns to strength
His ignorance into intelligence
Beware the beast is coming and his appearance is deceiving
With an appetite and a smoking gun
Run rabbit run
Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75
Monumental battle ship,
Within her hull, she seemed alive
Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip
Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat
Crew headed for a six month defensive trip
American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat
Internal soul is her combined crew
Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack
Prowlers, Hornets, Tom's we flew
Dark sky, blazes on land
that was when we knew, rumors were true
God on our side, holding our hand
Mission carried out, haven't lost a man.
A. Green
First try at Terza Rima
I can keep you safe from harm
That is lurking in the night
I can protect and keep you
From prowlers hidden from sight
I can shield you from the glare
Of the sun that wants to scorch
I can chase demons away
I can set the fiends to torch
I can stop you from sinking
Wrap my arms around you tight
I can pull you to dry land
Be your warrior in a fight
I can shield you from the truth
That can pierce your tender heart
I can keep you dry and warm
When deluge from heaven starts
Oh, but my dearest loved one
I can’t make this promise true
From my passion and my will
No safety is offered you
I cannot lend you safety
From the storm of desire
I can’t offer you shelter
From passion’s scorching fire
I can’t keep you from drowning
In the torrent of my need
And I cannot hide you from
My frenzy on you to feed
I cannot vouch protection
From the raging of my heart
I cannot promise you now
I won’t tear your clothes apart
Perhaps I better leave you
Never look upon your face
For your eyes, your lips, your smile
Will make me storm that safe place
I’ll surely leave you exposed
Defenseless against my will
And because I know all this
I will leave you tranquil…STILL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves, he, she, they plod on,
hardship is adopted, never cast aside,
while others brazenly squirm,
wallow in uproarious denial,
wilt before the slightest storm,
taking flight in arid comfort zone,
shelter is their first convenient port,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
alert does not begin an ample portrait,
of this wilful dwindling genus,
genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
they capture worlds sidereal,
under velvet moon imagining bespoke,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
how magical their canny weave lexicon,
for us timid souls to relish evermore,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
vicarious the kismet, excitement from afar,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of mildew in a snow covered dome is neither a doorstep nor is it a milked out heifer in a four poster bed. Recline no reaches. Reach no radiuses'. And surely then a bean pole could adequately carry over forty-six washing baskets full to the brim, nineteen plates of roast dinner, ten puddings and a very large crystal chandelier. How rather marvellous. And how talented too. Recreation receiving rather real room radii. And the ratio of a dandelion could be said to be equal to a sponge in orbit. Wow. Mere waste of a tongue to be taking a meal off an iron suitcase. With or without gravy it is quite irrelevant to savour such a lead. But beading on a skirting board can often be very amusing and comical as it tells the best jokes to rugs and doesn't like the carpet as it gets very dirty very quickly. All rise then. Make sure you glide around the floors in the house. Levitate if you can to avoid foot sweat on fabric and wood but mot on marble. Here the sweat is procreating playing poker. Large high belted heavyweights. Piccolo putty in a jellied eel frame talks with great seasoning to a bull via a wireless hookless contraption that cannot be seen by aerial prowlers. Nor cannot it be photographed. But photographers put painted pain plums onto paper. Always see within the tight fitting frying pan for the handle is not to be adjusted at this time. Make way for the herds of pancakes are clamouring together to catch a glimpse of the latest spawned factory product. When hair is not a hare. That is too natural and wild plus it is very clever too. Cleverness is unwelcome in steel framed prison planets and areas of true freedom and safety are yet to be exact and as yet have not been to a zoo. Multifunctional zoo on wheels racing against a circus, a football game, a badminton match and an opera. Produce no pollen from a hypocritical hippo whose hidden house halves then heaves. But ni leaves. For they are only for the waiting skirts and shirts with heels and glasses chinking in a bystanders glance at a freeform rabbit dance. Haha mealworm arriving. Hahah plate of combustible prawns. Xxxxx morphology Z z z z z
Rescued by the Lord
From the power of the grave,
I wear the robe of victory,
And a crown of joy.
The Lord showed His power
Over the prowlers in the dark.
In great panic they fled
At the blast of His breath.
His victory over my foes
Filled me with strength.
Tears vanished like a dream,
Fears, like a night vision.
I'd thought all was gone
When hope fled with threat of death.
Then He appeared with a summer smile,
My life surged, blossomed again
Now, I bask in His salvation,
Assured of the life He has given.
Now, I rest in His bosom,
Crowned with joy.
(Isaiah 35:10)
some bright spots shine out
of the squatter camp
coloured plastic houses
flap in the winter wind
bricks hold roofs in place
cardboard houses labeled
"For the Whitest Whites
and Brightest Colours"
shine brightly through the haze
of winter fires
a bright blue painted window
glass missing, brightens up a wall
made of Chibuku containers
a fence of scrap car doors
rattles like a skeleton
in the darkest hours of night
when prowlers prey on unlocked
homes, for these are homes!
people are living here!
as squalid as they seem
there's living and dying
drinking, cooking and cleaning
going on here
just as in other homes
a door of sewn mealiemeal bags
guards the entrance to a man's castle
his home!
The Stalkers
Under the celestial awning
There are degrees of darkness
Stygian and silky night - blue
Secret light seeps out of hurts
Soon absorbed by night`s hue
By the quay lovers watch light
Commit suicide in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this and
Night prowlers with knives
Killing someone with passion
And bath in blood at midnight
it's easy to get enthralled
under the spell of incandescence
and hear the songs of sirens in the air
when moonlight glow endows each organism
with a magically intoxicating essence
that entices unsuspecting midnight prowlers
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
i run like a rabbit but i'm running on empty
enslaved by my sins still i run to be free
i'm running from peace and running to war
i'm running from love and hate's at the door
i'm running through deserts where devils they dream
i'm running through jungles of mad jeapordy
i run to the darkness and run from the light
wrong way running filled with fear,death,and fright
i run to the fire and fall down in the flames
i run from the safe,secure,and the sane
i'm running to pain like a long lost friend,that madman mixer on a homocidal binge
i run out of rage as i run into walls
i run into hades and can hear hells call
i run angry and antagonistic
atmospheric like a spirit,i scream from the bottom and the top can hear it
chased by chaos chariots they all get carjacked and soul smacked
billions on their bellies and backs get crunched and cracked
psycopathic pharohs,roaches and rats falling in forever and fading to black
i rise,run,and fall now i'm running again
crime after crime and sin after sin
while predators and prowlers they seethe and they bark i keep running,making mad marks
on the universe
holy angels surround me far ahead of that hell bound herse
now i run to the blessing and i run from the curse
still this is the worst poem that could ever be...it keeps ringing in my ears for etrnity
Ghosts and Goblins
Witches and Wizards
Halloween Costumes
For two legged lizards
Pirates and Princesses
Mermaids and Sharks
Prepubescent Prowlers
On an evening lark
Tricks and Treats
Pumpkins and Sweets
Masquerading Munchkins
Fill up the streets
Fun and Games
Fine and Dandy
Night Delights
Bags full of candy