Prowled Poems | Examples

Eclipsed Persuit

The ominous black wisp slithered through the night,
Hunting for a beacon of light.
Whispering secrets of forgotten fears,
Echoing cries from ancient years.

It prowled the shadows, unseen, unheard,
A silent phantom, its presence blurred.
In search of hope, it roamed the dark,
A relentless quest, leaving no mark.

Through moonlit glades and silent groves,
It drifted past where no one goes.
With every turn, its hunger grew,
For what it sought, it never knew.

Yet deep within, a spark remained,
A distant memory, faintly chained.
It chased the glimmer, ever near,
Through realms of shadow, void of cheer.

Until the dawn's first rays did break,
And sent the wisp back to the lake.
Its endless journey came to cease,
A fleeting ghost, now at peace.

Catty Natured

You know how a cat is? The way it awakes,
how its eyes open, for a moment
not seeing anything,
how it blinks slowly
eyelids washing a mind
of anything but satisfaction.

Legs stiffen, stretching out,
paws opening and closing
as it arches its back.

Lithe sinews ripple under a velvet pelt,
its whole body a rubber band of pleasure.

I used to wake like that - almost.

This sleek, self-absorbed feline
who owes me at least
some cursory acknowledgment,
just slinks away without a glance
as I struggle to disentangle
my creaking form from jumbled bed covers.

It has prowled through the cat flap
probably stalking garden sparrows by now.
I make coffee
once more vowing to get myself a dog -

an old one.

hyena pack enjoys their prey

She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey
oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey!
She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half.
So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe.

They laughed their hideous song into the night.
Some would say this does not feel right.
Especially the mother who was looking for her babe.
But Africa is every bit as vicious as the Everglade.

The hyenas were loving their feast, they had to eat too.
Their stomachs were full, as they dug through the goo.
They enjoyed the tiny prey as only a hyena can.
Hyenas can be almost as vicious as a Safari gun man

The Animal of Sin

The sun sank on the transit by and by
Took away the colors of the chameleon sky,
The masked face of clever craft on display
Enticed me to walk on the dark garden pathway.

The fluid dreams the sinister night sips
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil as it creeps 
The devious intent prowled to devour
As the facade dissolved in the dark hour.

In the desolate domain of fright feral
On the gloomy ground under the sky dismal
You crept as the creature of sordid night 
The haunting me you stalked out of sight.

You slithered from wilderness as nightrider
Unmasked, you morphed into a brute creature
On the hunt the unsuspecting predator keen
You lurked as the sinister sly animal of sin.

With the arcane acumen of the trickster devil
You crawled as squalid silhouette of menace evil
Stealthily into my being ingesting the essence prime 
Consumed from my soul the ambrosia sublime. 

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March 29, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1204

Gone Fishing - Or - There and Back Again Without Any

nestled in the lee of a thick flint wall 
guys taut, grappling to hold firm
our canvas castle shook and shuddered
flimsy but somehow reassuring respite
as mountain giants prowled through the night

inside, hunched low over his stove
blue flames licking around the pan
Pops whistled a calming retort;
his gourmet dish to warm us up 
bangers ‘n beans in a tin camp cup

we ate and we watched through the half closed flap
as lightning struck nearby -
so, while thunder grumbled at the drumming rain 
(still in coats, with hats on heads)
we stretched out on our blow-up beds

father and son fishing had been the plan
on the shores of the lake that weekend
but different memories, caught by different lines
were shaped and set in that storm
as Pops read me ‘The Hobbit,’ all cosy snug and warm

Chucky And I

"Peek-a-boo," Chucky said to me
Seek and hide, we played
Meek was I when I hid
Leek I smelled as Chucky swayed.

Agile Chucky prowled inside the house
Fragile was I when I shrugged
Tactile is he whenever he talks to me
Ductile was the glass floors when Chucky got mad and thugged.

Silhouette of Menace

The sun sank on the transit,
took away colors of the chameleon sky,
the masked face of clever craft 
made me walk on the dark garden path.

In the sinister night of broken dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour,
as the facade dissolved in darkness.

In the desolate domain of feral fright,
on the murky ground under dreary sky,
as the creature of night you crept,
stalked the haunted me, I couldn’t hide.

A nightrider you slithered from the wild,
unmasked, you morphed into a brute.
Unsuspecting predator on the hunt,
as sinister sly animal of sin you lurked.

With arcane acumen of trickster devil,
as sordid silhouette of menace you crawled
stealthily into the quintessence of my being,
sucked the sublime ambrosia of my soul. 

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September 24, 2022
Contest : One From The Dark Side 
Sponsored by : John Lawless

Climatic

The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.

A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.

Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.

Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.

Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.

No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
while day and night grew weary of each other.

After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.

Climatic

The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.

A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.

Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.

Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.
Day and night grew weary of each other.

Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.

No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
as days and nights grow weary of each other.

After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.

One Deadly Pathogen

Cars were humming
People were bustling around
These things happened
All year round.

We lived in blissful ignorance
Of the deadly pathogen
But when it roared to life
'twas chaos all around.

The world shut down
No one moved around anymore
Except for one pathogen
You guessed it right - Covid-19.

While we were in our houses
Cowering in fear
This malicious spirit prowled the land
Covered the sky, spread in the sea.
It travelled around the world with glee
Now, normal our life was not to be.

Somehow, it found many of us
Dug into our skin
Didn't spare our mind
Nor our life.

It is unwilling to end this strife
It is unwilling to give us respite
It wants the whole world to itself
Which shows us its selfish self.

But it is evil and we are good
We can do anything if we are in the mood
So a vaccine will be knocking soon
With a smile as bright as the shining moon.

The Prowlers

I spied him in the garden
 His mask was black and white.
 Sometimes the gray was with him
 And that often was at night.

 They prowled around the maple tree
 Then slipped into the shed.
 If I ventured out to look for them
 They quickly will have fled.

 I believe they are my neighbors
 Of that I can't be sure.
 I've often tried to meet them
 Using tuna as a lure.

 I stand behind the tilted blinds
 Then peer between the slats.
 I find it quite amusing
 To watch a pair of cats.

High Summer

Thunder growled and prowled the leaden sky,
no sign of birds in trees, no bees nor butterfly.
High summer and the thrumming of rain on leaf,
the catatonic stillness and quietude only brief.
A crackle of jagged light excites and splits the sky asunder,
followed by a murmur then a crescendo of rolling thunder.
The rain applauds with hordes of watery droplets,
that hiss and sizzle in the clammy air like rhyming couplets.
A moments grace as clouds race and build to thunderhead,
then the moiling, broiling vapour ignites and crashes overhead.
The brooding skies lighten as the heavenly orchestra perform,
diminuendo, percussion and birdsong the ending of the storm.

Splash of Inspiration

many fearless nights, I prowled
on rooms of grimy paper dimmed then
lit by this lone wayfarer searching
a gush of passion to feed the words 
with some fire, rawness, and hunger... 

perhaps my barren soul tarried on to pay 
for dues upon a bleeding ink's return;
and now that this antique  pen wants 
to let you relish my verses, chew them
and swallow fluid visions like a dash of wine,
I feel they are  mute: my own instinct
likes phrasings that haunt the senses...

but as twilight whisks, these hands fake
a churning from the bile...I have everything
to lose, except the rush of images
splashing my face with inspiration.



Kai Michael Neumann's Splash Contest
6/4/2020

One Year Old Toddler - Hatt Williams

One Year Old Toddler - Hatt Williams

A Limerick by James Edward Lee Sr.


There once was a young man who prowled
He liked eating food and he wear a  cowl
It was rather vain
But not very mean
He just couldn't say no to the chow

Here is this young man from Omaha
He said, "See me in my many hats"
I have so many that,
My older sister clothes are in moms closet
I model them in from of my Grand pa

4/7/19
Written words by  James Edward Lee Sr.   2019©

Monster

never do you stop and think
as you shrivel up and slowly shrink
with each sip of that dastardly devils drink
that the meat so tender and so yellowish pink
was something that could once see and blink
a somewhat someone who's heart did sink
when that night you prowled the dark precinct

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