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Premium Member Witching Hour Minstrel

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


Premium Member When Night Descends

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! 

Placed First
A Brian Strand Libre Verse Poetry Contest

Premium Member I Cant Keep You Safe

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
Form: Quatrain

Twenty Four Hours

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Witching Hour Minstrel Part Two

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


Premium Member Evil Lurks On Halloween

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!
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heart's Universe

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
SPONSORED BY: Regina McIntosh

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