Short Burglars Poems
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Intruders
Invasive interlopers
Encroaching on the edge
Of thought
Prowlers invading
The sanctity of the soul
Clumsy burglars
Violating the boundaries
Of whispered secrets
Purring cat burglars
Seeking comfort
A voice in the darkness,
its timbre changes by light
What's pure and pristine at noon
oft foretells a dark and fearful night
The wise old owl will hoot
The wary wolf will howl
The mouse will squeak, the bear growl
Burglars in silence will prowl
Burglars and robbers! He declared in an absolute way.
Or squirrels and crows, she said. Ready to play.
You are weird he told her.
I know she said. Flash of fur.
A squirrel ran past carrying his wallet that day.
Gave it to a crow who latched on and soon flew away.
Glorious Morning
Glorious morning came riding
From faraway land
On sharp sweet arrows
All creatures on earth
Jumped to their feet
Clapping joyful welcome
But bats rushed angrily to bed
Night dancers and burglars
Vanished into hiding in rage
Jeering at Morning saying
Their festivals of death
Had been sabotaged
We’re still half a world away
from bombs.
We’ve bolted our doors
and rigged alarms
for burglars.
So there’s no need to listen
to the winds that gather
about the house, a whisper-
conspiracy of sky
and overhanging trees,
this rainstorm lullaby.
Oh, but
when we’re suddenly wide
awake in the dark,
who’s that neighbor
come knocking?
A virtuous man put his energy on vigilance.
Vilest men channel their synergy on vengeance.
Fists that are always fast to give a fight
Will create eyes that cannot see the light.
An eye for an eye will create more beggars...
A bullet for a bullet will will breed more burglars.
Fire cannot quench fire, my dear brother;
Forgiveness gives us great grains to gather.
The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.
Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.
The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!
The life of this Fife was inane
No burglars did Barney detain
Got locked in the cell
As crooks bade farewell
Seems God gave him just half a brain
In comedy each plays a part
Aunt Bea cooked and huge was her heart
Old Otis loved booze
And Andy could schmooze
But Barney made others look smart
*February 3, 2019
For Joseph’s Limerick Four Contest
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Through the Venetian's I spy the world
The well dressed lady on the way to work
An accountant or banker I guess
The man in the green parka and jeans
I reckon he's a barber or painter of sorts
A car goes past with dubious occupants
They're here to case out the houses no doubt
Burglars or robbers or just wrong doers
The world is there to be judged by me
Decisions made with no substance to back
Imagination in overdrive
It's great thinking like this
Prejudice is fun
Midst his playfulness,
I could find gracefulness;
Midst pugnacity,
Great amicability;
Bravery wrapped in fear,
Foolishness enveloped cheer;
He chased rats and cats,
And humans he thought burglars;
His irritability outwitted sociability,
Aggressiveness withstood passivity;
Seeming treachery,
Couldn’t hide his loyalty;
It’s hence when he died for me,
To protect me from an accident to be;
Words like defender or Savior,
I found, could never define his behavior...
11 January 2022