Short Prowlers Poems

it's easy to get enthralled
under the spell of incandescence
and hear the songs of sirens in the air

when moonlight glow endows each organism
with a magically intoxicating essence
that entices unsuspecting midnight prowlers



AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on November 21, 2022...

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Unseeing Streetlamps 


Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue 
By the quay, lovers watch the light
commit suicide 
in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this 
and prowlers with knives 
killing with passion...

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Ghosts and Goblins
Witches and Wizards
Halloween Costumes
For two legged lizards

Pirates and Princesses 
Mermaids and Sharks
Prepubescent Prowlers
On an evening lark

Tricks and Treats
Pumpkins and Sweets
Masquerading Munchkins
Fill up the streets

Fun and Games
Fine and Dandy
Night Delights
Bags full of candy...

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The pursuers


Under the celestial awing 
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight....

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The Stalkers

Under the celestial awning
There are degrees of darkness 
Stygian and silky night - blue 
Secret light seeps out of hurts
Soon absorbed by night`s hue 
By the quay lovers watch light
Commit suicide in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this and 
Night prowlers with knives 
 Killing someone with passion 
And bath in blood at midnight...

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{The birds had it right all along
keep your distance-sing your song
build a nest with forever love
keep it simple keep it strong..
guard that golden egg of faith
don't wait 'til darkness arrives to pray}

{There's a time to rest a time to glide
above the fray to stay alive
there's a time for silence
a time to prance
you must lay low
'til the prowlers pass}

{There's a time for flaunt -a time for humble
the chorus will flee a burning jungle
the chorus will flee a burning jungle....

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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....

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