This Confusing Carnival Called Life Poem by Bryan Taplits

The shrouds of night concealed the moon's light
As the outlaw stalked his prey,
With seeming second-sight he knew this night
That his prey would not get away.
"Escape" was remote (at least this was his hope)
As the victim seemed old and unsure
He licked his lips at this predatory trip
That would lead his fish to the lure.
However, he didn't expect what happened next
The "victim" turned sudden and assured
A gun in his hand, he smiled at his stand-
It was he who now stood… so sure.
The outlaw backed away slow and deterred
He gasped and relayed and loudly sobbed,
But too late were his evasive overtures-
For this night it was-not the victim, but the outlaw who was robbed.


Wrote this poem at Blue Ash Library; Put it in Poemhunter Tues eve,8/9/22. Title: This Confusing Carnival Called "Life"

At the beginning it shines all in glory
The contest unfair and slightly askew,
And at the end, a skein of "maybe‘s"-
Leading to much more than he thought that he knew.
Once rejoicing and well -fed
We see a person this night,
In bed and unblinkingly seeking,
Once more (and his last) second-sight
As he wends around corners alertly peeking.
He's overwhelmed this night which teems with plague-ish delight
For his dying comes much too quick,
"Life" which was once viewed simple and unscrambled
Seems now like a nasty low trick.
(Living was long, but just not as strong
As his dying that visit that night) .
The implacable night beckoned too soon
He hates this lingering- but is afraid of his fate,
Tempting his timid and bashful demeanor-
But this reluctance came just a bit too late.