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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
When night descends,
The heavens celebrate,
The birth of stars
Through the tossing trees,
They send down their toothless smiles
The Moon too smiles with glee,
Like a pleased mother.
The Earth in darkness,
Looking at the illumined sky,
Follows suit and lights up
Street lamps open their eyes,
Flooding the cobalt streets.
Neon bulbs blink,
From hidden homes
Car lights dazzle,
Like lightning
Glow worms, like night sentries,
Parade round with mini torches
The roads ring with the sound
Of returning feet
Night prowlers come out
To prey upon innocents
Fairies roam round
For their nightly gambols
Day laborers
Coil lazily to rest
Letting their barbed distractions
Melt slowly away
The dead in their sepulchers
Sleep dreamless!
Among the muted murmurs,
The cicadas’ sounds alone swell.
This is the time for
Life and strife
To lay their heads pillowed
For restful silence
And serene sleep
Under the blanket
Of a dim lit night!
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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
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
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
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,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
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
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!
Eye gazing ears shadows galaxies prowlers;
Light passes Saturn's moons prisons delighted;
Dark blankets of unseen polar showers;
Moonbeams raise sparkle and glow background blighted;;
We watch Hearts universe run their courses;
Embrace our face and let darkness provision;
Often kissing our eyes with sightful visions;
We caress dawn shadows spawns midnight rhapsodies;
Jupiter rings gleams sparkles so alluringly;
Twinkling glimmering hearts adorns burgundy;
Shining on brightly on this earthen shore
1/26/21
FOR HEARTS UNIVERSE POETRY CONTEST
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