There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are gone time's moved on
we have to stop the sands rewind the hands
things are going downhill something's not quite right
the streets are ours mine and yours
let's make it safe to walk at night
mobsters pranksters jokers gangsters
losers one and all
dopers no-hopers gangbangers too
they're the ones should take the fall
now to be heard we need action not words
let's stand up on our own two feet
and take back the streets
Once upon a time there were two jesters,
they didn’t survive but produced the storm;
Wildcats need to roam and will not reform
adding their potency to disasters;
Crazy to caress a wild tornado
try to level it to fall and lay flat;
As lethal as a swinging baseball bat
running through the streets a desperado;
Nothing felt better than a combined purr,
cluster bombs exploding with a climax;
Pranksters prowl along undiscovered tracks,
and the madness came tumbling after.
april first has come
let all the pranksters begin
let's start with forecast
weatherman said rain
woke up to snowflakes falling
God is the winner
April 1, 2022
seagulls looked for garbled shreds,
scouring up after stray throngs
signs creak to swing of ocean
conducting to the depressed pranksters.
Written: March 6, 2022
Lind30nr Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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crazy, demented
maddening, unsettling
pranksters, buffoons, mimes, fools
provoking, disturbing
wild, insane
Circus.
Imposters I say smiling Cheshire cats
Pranksters of evil swindling wall rats
Sneaking and sniffling without any shame
Heretics of judgmental disdain
Throwing blocks between love creating hate
Jealous seekers they are born at hell’s’ gate
Horns on their heads hooves on their feet
Smell worse than pigs no good to eat
Don’t let them close these creatures of pain
They’ll trick You and use you for their own gain.
Halloween moon shines bright
Along the dark streets at night
Little kids dressed as ghosts and goblins
Light up dark walkways and paths
Owls and black cats eerily decorate
Windowsills under orange mini lights
Everyone is out searching for candy
Even the grown pranksters are out for a
Night of fun filled laughter and pranks
Moonlight also casts shadows
On forgotten cemetery gravestones
Only to awaken sleeping spirits, but
No evil ones will be lurking tonight
9/24/19
Contest: Halloween Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Celebrations galore on all Hallows eve
Eyes have a tendency to play tricks and deceive
Youngsters anticipate receiving a trick or a treat
Pranksters get a thrill from watching their victims retreat
Adults have opportunity to join in the fun
Perhaps dress as monsters and bash two parties not one
Bump into a scarecrow within a corn maze
Be careful or you'll wind up like a skeleton if you're lost for days
Enter at your own risk, a creepy haunted house
Hear a loud shriek around a corner, step lightly as a mouse
Beaming through the darkness is the light of a full moon
Eerie are the sounds of howling, you hope not to run into what's making them soon
Shadows are lurking, dancing and taunting
The trees themselves seem to be haunting
Look down as something brushes your leg, it happens to be a black cat
Swooping down towards you, is it a vampire or just simply a bat?
Crows are hovering above as you're nearing the cemetery
Unarmed, thoughts of a zombie apocalypse are a tad scary
Endless are the possibilities as your imagination takes flight
So much could happen under the magical influence of Halloween, a mysterious night
A Kea is a parrot found in New Zealand
Also called Wobbly Keas, pranksters of birdland
Clowns of the mountains
Known to thousands
Of natives and tourists for fun loving diversions
A Warning for Tomorrow
By Franklin Price
3/31/2017
A warning for tomorrow
I give to you today
Will be the first of April
Here's what I have to say
Tradition for tomorrow
Creates some hoaxes and some jokes
Created by a few of us
To pull on other folks
Don't be fooled by pranksters
Who have been to prankster school
If you're pulled in by their efforts
You'll be another April Fool
If you are the prankster
Don't do anything that's cruel
That's not what the day is all about
And you forever are the fool
Painting a picture of porcupines playing
Pincushions parked in the field
Purple and pink for this playful perception
Plans of their purpose revealed
Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters
Preparing a pie at their place
Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple
Pieces are smeared on their face
Putting the paint on some powder puff paper
Pleasure in each stroke is plied
Pausing to peer at some porpoises playing
Prancing in pansies they hide
Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts
Posturing people to prove
Pistachio perfume in prime presentation
Preaches that peaches will move
Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages
Prized the possessions we seek
Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior
Portraits now come take a peek
Pampering pelicans play the piano
Pure as a piccolos prayer
Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding
Poetic prose fills the air
Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation
Puddle my pores that perspire
Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution
Plotting my hearts pure desire
Passion precedes every past tense of parting
Piled with a presence so true
Painting a picture while purposely dreaming
Promising my love to you
A Pranksters Prank
Nigel went to school one day
Thought he’d play a prank per say
Put glue on to the teachers chair
Told the others stand back and beware.
Nigel looked out the window as she came in
He had to look quite innocent and not grin
Clare Adams sat down without looking
Heard and felt a squish go squishing.
Her eyes bugged out almost out of their sockets
And yelled Nigel go right to the office docket
Bring the principal and school nurse fast
Before I call your mother to give you a blast.
POOR NIGEL LOOKED AS IF HE’D PEED IN HIS PANTS AGHAST.
Written: 5/20/14
Theresa Marie
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
I've chased dragons of destruction ever since I was a child
Turning meekness to a monster
Turning weakness into wild
Mild mannered turning viscous like a two gun fisted gangster
Laughing like a lunatic at those poltergeists and pranksters
Innocence into guilt
Once a garden now a ghetto
Those dragons breathing death leaving ashes,dust,and rubble
Young boy stuck in a bubble
Striking bullets...falling fast
As I chase destructive dragons I know this life won't last
Toxins taint my blood and bones
Poison floods my spirit
Pollution fills my heart and soul
I hear mad demons cheering
I see question marks and riddles as I'm twisting and I'm turning
Will they throw me in the lake of fire with fiends 4ever burning?
Truth gets told and lies I keep learning
Still my desire for those dragons it keeps 4ever yearning
The dragons of destruction
The dragons of disease
The dragon of my destiny was caught too easily
Now I realize in retrospect that monster's not just me
As I chase destructive dragons they continue chasing me
Today’s the day that mayhem rules
For pranksters known as April fools.
Through jest and folly they’ll provoke
And hope that all can take a joke.
Shenanigans and gags are fun
But they won’t work on everyone.
A jester has to know his crowd
To gauge what mischief is allowed.
Some people laugh off everything
While others suffer teasing’s sting.
On April Fools Day, even money
Says some pranks won’t come off funny.
Certain antics will appeal;
Others, though, will soon reveal
That what hits one man’s funny bone
May cause another to be thrown.
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