quick sight… caught
a creamy, frothy tail
skulking behind bins
caramel
this creeping tod
wry trickery, claw
prowl and sly, brazen
he's getting too brave
soon…
a knock on the door
The streetlight spread
like an abandoned strip
old hot spots deserted
with no moths no buzz zip
the party is over
nightlife is dead.
Lightening bugs playing on my guitar tripping the NightLight fantastic.
shaking fairyland forest
gazillions of acorns sleet
are the squirrels playing slots —
Vegas on my roof.
9/27/2020
ocean waves crashing
beacon light illuminates ~
blue crabs rummaging
We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!
Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.
I owned lots of lovely dresses;
Had the acquaintance of princesses!
Each day we made the society page.
Our lives were quite the rage.
A blur of operas, theaters, concerts;
We were socially witty, always pert.
Committed no little social crimes.
Trend setters, we graced The Times.
Day and evening, we painted the town!
Wearily, rosy sunsets went down.
No one will ever forget our names.
Such was our fame!
Distant city nights,
Those faraway lights,
On the eastern border;
Colored lights quarter.
There should be hubbub,
And people club to club;
Dancing nights of August,
Music mellow and robust!
To that far, dreamy place,
With life's quicker pace,
Excitement is now calling,
And my heart is falling!
Those far neon lights burn,
As some observe and yearn;
Glowing colors of the night,
Under the silvery moonlight.
twilights moonlit glade
nocturnal wildlife forage-
owls wait patiently
3/ 15/ 2019.
Writing Challenge 2,
March 2019 - Haiku - poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart.
The darkness blankets time and space.
The shadows dance across the pane,
as moonlit droplets drape like lace
and play the music of the rain.
The damp chill of the dead of night
seeps in my bones to settle there.
I hug my flannel robe wrapped tight
And burrow deep into my chair.
My hands are warmed by steaming brew;
The kitten snuggles close to me;
My heart is warmed by life and you.
The world seems balanced perfectly.
A movie flickers black and white,
The dog is whining for her food.
The noisy silence of the night
feels soft and comfortably subdued.
Yet slowly dawn intrudes upon
the shadows of my quiet time.
The sights and sounds of night are gone
The company has been sublime!
Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.
Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful lilts ears embrace.
Conversation thrills with saffron!
Hints, amorous in coral blushed sheen,
lashes flirt, lush fluttered chiffon;
intentions are aquamarine.
French liqueur sipped, yellow chartreuse,
City of Light, summer hot bliss.
Inner glow - inhibitions loose,
watermelon lust; wet French kiss!
As the moon bathes me with ardent solace where does my day lead,
as I’m drawn to you with bleeding tears
I will trace your lead in this concrete web
Holding effortlessly still
surrounded by dim veil
City illumination lends means
to its forged beating soul
Intoxicating control
drawing to false streets of dreams
Sightless to being
Dismiss urge to yield to a
submissive embrace
Enraptured by seductive
city glittering nightlife
9/25/2016
Sip of my life from the brown paper bag.
Brown like down town, or clear
like tap water, it doesn't
f*ckIng matter, I'll drink it.
I'll drink the swill from leftover
cans at community college parties.
As the moon wafts a brilliant smile
Stars wink in reaction for miles
Gently night tucks in
Darkness settles in with silence
Nocturnal beings residence
Till sunrise ascends
She longed for endless night.
Darkness that would stay.
Where one could kill unnoticed,
and the freaks come out to play.
She loved the seedy nightlife,
trash, killers and whores.
But she much preferred the sinful things,
done often behind closed doors.
Bullwhips, crops and lollipops,
the sweetest things of all.
The loving pain would last all night,
if only the sun would fall.
But for now it must stay bright,
while I breathe the city smog.
That is until the moon comes out,
when I find my boots and flog...
Sunny days don't turn me on but I dig when the birds do sing
moonlit nights do rock my world and is my favorite thing
It may sound strange that I prefer the dusk over the dawn
It wakes up my mind and body and a sudden rush comes on
Some say it is depression an avoidance of some sort
I would differ there but many thanks for their support
It is best described by me as a peace the day can't outlive
it does not seem chaotic which is the best time to forgive
The sounds I love also come at nighttime for some reason
I prefer the crickets chirping to an alarm clock any season
Lastly the romance seems to flourish at that hour
when the moon comes out love blooms as does a flower
Sunny days don't turn me on I do not need them to feel heat
moonlit nights do rock my world and then the day's complete
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