Best Boogey Poems
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of happy couples
strolling along a sandy beach,
Through the Sunday Mass ,
a young priest on the altar
Through morning picnics,cook-outs
'gatherings of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the Valletta Grand Harbour,
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands,
through cherished moments
of Birthdays,Baptisms and Weddings,
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
All Restaurants shut down,
Our island is a ghost town,
I am the saddest clown.
Today I hear no aeroplanes
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet the church bell chimes at noon,
Amd I kneel on my knees.
Today there are no tourists
All children locked inside
This Covid 19 virus
is worse than any Boogey-man
IIt brings tears to our eyes.
It kills our own people
Destroying human-kind.
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skype,
My mothetr,brother ,father, I can't hug you
Just to keep you all alive.
Today the world's a scary place,
But together we would fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We'd leave this page behind.
We'd end this page as hereos
Compassionate and kind,
We'd be the great survivors
A candle in the night.
We'd learn from this dark moment
As dark as pitch black sky
We learn that above evil
Hope reighns, our sun would shine.
We learn to appreciate our loved ones,
Our ancestors ,Our elderly,
Our island and this world
Together we would make it
Through distance hand-in -hand.
I Walk Alone
( by Joan Donnelly Ellis October 23 2015)
I walk alone
I am the vapor
I am the chill creeping up your spine
I am the cold wind that chills you
I am your disturbed mind
I am the frigid winter morning
I am the goose bumps
I am what you cannot explain
I am insanity unleashed
I am the bitter falling rain
I am the nightmare ' neath your pillow
I am the boogey man in whom you don't believe
I am the Creator of Halloween
Terror you have not yet seen
I am your wildest, crazy dream
I am gloom
I am moon without a star in sight
I am sun without shade
I am unconscious soul
Of no one afraid
I am slippery, cunning and hatred bore me true
And if you know not Jesus Christ I will destroy you
What would happen if there was no happily ever after?
Would the stories we love now still be passed on?
Or would we abandon their worlds because we couldn’t hide inside them?
What would happen without the “evil” characters?
What hardships would the main characters endure?
Dorothy had the Wicked Witch,
Sleeping Beauty had Maleficent,
Jack Frost had the Boogey Man,
Without the bad ones,
There would be no story,
Yes they are “bad”,
But everyone is guilty of something,
The Wicked Witch grew up with a mother that didn’t want her,
Maleficent was hurt,
The Boogey Man was jealous,
That doesn’t make them bad,
It shows that they have flaws,
If you switched around the roles,
Made GOOD become BAD,
Where would we be then?
The stories would be better,
Relatable,
Honest,
Don’t judge a book by its cover,
Because behind even the toughest covers,
There is a story full of secrets,
Waiting to be discovered.
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyond the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Does God Owe Anyone an Apology?
When misfortune and bad luck strikes
Many of us feel God is either dead or owes us an apology.
Certainly, if you find yourself at the wrong time and place.
All you can do is pray for mercy.
Perhaps he needs to do things differently before the fanatics wipe us out.
In modern life, there are many ways to learn to be good
School does this, a nice film or a good song does this too.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not advocating atheism—
Kids need God to protect them from the boogey man late at night.
However, as adults, the concept of an invisible man
You meet after you die may sound a little far-fetched.
But, if you are suffering any kind of serious illness or are at the end of your life,
You may find comfort in believing heaven.
Everyone wants to make it to heaven but no one wants to die.
UNSPEAKABLE SADNESS
I dream of a porcelain-skinned baby, newly expelled from my loins.
Giggling, singing, chubby hands extended, feet kicking in unending joy.
She sings simple tunes of love
To the one who makes her happy and chases away the boogey man; to mom.
I awake to the truth that my baby is 23, and the boogey man has a new name.
Frightened glances shoot my way from damp eyes, while shaking hands reach out for support.
But mommy can't chase this away with a band-aid and a lollipop.
This boogeyman, named Lymphoma, scares mommy even more than her frightened cub.
I am helpless. My body is that of a blow-up clown weighted on the bottom so I always bounce back. My exaggerated mouth is painted in an unnatural blood red smile.
The cancer is growing. Her hair is falling out, but I bounce right up
With my unchanging, gleeful expression.
I only hope someone pokes a pin in me if the cancer wins,
So I can melt into a puddle of my own tears,
One that extinguishes my life's fire from the soul-stove of my heart,
Clown face distorting in an agony that truly mimics my existence.
He's the equivilent of a human killing machine.
No remorse, no guilt, no need, no reason.
Pure evil runs through his cold blooded veins,
as he stalks and slays unsuspecting victims
every Halloween again and again.
Most claim him to be but an urban legend
yet every Halloween he claims more victims.
This dark masked figure without a face
then disappears and vanishes without a trace,
until next Halloween when he surfaces again.
His name is Michael Myers and he's the true Boogey Man.
Walking through portraitures discordant nightmare
Acutations better part, of singulars far too long?!
Enunciating endogenous skeletons; less proxy....
Amid the harrowing graveyard of their bones
Decaying biosphere chambers these tales
In secrets they have never told!?
Slumber gathering beyound the iron gates
Atop the sepulchers betwixt gray stones
Virtual tombs marking time which screams....
And all the blood is not my own?!
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The';'Boogey';'man ~
Old School
Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Wake up late in a purple haze saying it's going to be one of those days
Back it up even further playing cowboys and indians in the sand box
Waiting at the corner for the ice cream man to come with his stuff
Boy, hero's fade from the scene such an evil scheme
Wouldn't care in what I said or did throwing an M80 under a garbage lid
Back when it was fashionable to be late for your date
Baking grandmas cookies in the oven for sure
Sipping on your favorite beverage while the pops watch Dinah Shore
Those good old days that have gone before yet soon will discover
The over weight lover from another mother type of brother
Fast cars and the midnight scene with the freaks coming out
Flip flops with your stretch blue jeans such a party scene
In quaint encounters with the local police running in the street
Falling mailboxes girls wearing their Sunday best putting their lovers in a test
A time well spent in thought while going to the fair with music everywhere
Back in school those days listening to teachers stopping later at the mall
The movies back then made you feel ten feet tall with Stallone time to roam
Party's at your neighbors having forts put up in the back
Mommy & Daddy working to hard enough to give them a heart attack
Learn to relax with my rubix cube later playing hacky sack
A soft kiss from a lover under cover as she spins the bottle
I will never forget those tender moments in the sun thank you I got to run
The boys decided to have a campout near the Troll Lake ‘N bridge.
Everything was going wonderfully as the Trolls decided to join in.
Campfires led to marshmallows and s’mores that the Trolls loved a lot.
But they ate too much and the kids suddenly found themselves without.
But out came the popcorn and flashlights that naturally would be fun.
Great stories began to whirl as the flashlight was slowly passed around.
And boys being boys, they found it fun to try to give the Trolls a fright.
But no matter how spooky or scary, the Trolls just didn’t seem to bite.
The boys had forgotten, Trolls are related to the boogey man, so bad.
If they couldn’t scare them, they wondered, what fun could be had?
It took no time at all till, yes; they knew they had found the perfect fun.
Yep, you guessed it; the old illustrious snipe hunt was about to be run.
They gave the Trolls the big canvas bag; the tent had been put in.
Then sent them into the bushes to see what they would capture within.
A sudden roar was heard, and my heart knew, we were sunk, therein.
Unfortunately, my nosy neighbor had been sneaking, around, again.
The Trolls had him bagged, with only his kicking feet, sticking in the air.
The kids were roaring with laughter, for they had known, he had been there.
The Trolls wouldn’t let him go, without a token promised, or shown.
Kidnapping was a crime, but trespassing was too, so he settled down.
It turned out; he was retired, and was tired of being lonely and left out.
The toll became s’mores, which he went home and brought right back.
Then he told hilarious stories, and campfire ditties making the laughter spread.
So peace finally reigned with a neighbor, who once brought everyone dread.
They looked at me with disgust in their eyes
The moment that I walked in
The hatred and fear they felt inside
Based on the color of my skin
I was just a stranger passing through
Who simply got lost on his way
I stopped in to get some food
Not realizing prejudice was the price to pay
All heads turned and followed me
As I found my way to an open seat
The once noisy room was silent now
The waitress – afraid of me to greet
I smiled and nodded my head to the few
Who dared to look me in the eye
I knew that they all wanted me gone
But I couldn’t comprehend the reason why
Then a little boy returning to his seat
From the men’s rest room stall
Stopped right in front of me, and said,
“Why he doesn’t look mean at all”
I smiled at him and said, “No, son,
I am not the boogey man
Just someone travelling about
Trying to get a meal if I can
I’m sorry if I disturbed your peace
I am not trying to make a stand
I saw the restaurant sign from the road
And I am hungry, you understand
If you can overlook the simple fact
That my skin is a different color than yours
I promise I will do no wrong
Then get back on my tour”
“That’s okay, Mister, I don’t mind
I’m not scared like everyone else
I was told I should love everyone
The same as I love myself”
“Well the person who taught you that
Is certainly a very smart woman or man
And if they are in this room,
Well, I would like to shake their hand”
“Sure, Mister, it was my Dad
And you can come sit and eat with us
I think if you weren’t sitting all alone
There wouldn’t be so much fuss.”
The little boy took my hand
To everyone else’s surprise
The Dad stood up and shook my hand
With a twinkle of pride in his eyes
“I guess my boy learned his lesson well
Though the rest of us did not
How to welcome a stranger to our town
I guess we all forgot”
Everyone went back to their meals
And the fear just passed away
Thanks to a polite little boy
Whose innocence saved the day
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
Can anyone tell me why,
The dogs must always bark?
Is there something out there?
Are they just afraid of the dark?
Is it a burglar or a boogey man,
Or maybe a haunting ghost?
Why must they do it only,
When I need sleep the most?
The barking can be disturbing.
But worse is when they growl,
Its even more maddening,
When they set up an awful howl.
Is something really wrong?
Is there something that their after,
Or perhaps some cruel joke?
And thats the sound of their laughter.
Am I the brunt of it all?
Or are they just answering,
Some lonesome coyote's call.
I am finding myself believing in monsters.
The Boogey man that lived under the bed,
The demon that lurked in the dark ,
The Wicked Trolls that'll grab my ankles.
I am finding myself fearing these monsters.
The Boogey man that told me-
my life choices were sinful ,
The demon living in my emotions,
The wicked troll that judged my every move.
I didnt find myself ,
I found my reverence .
A leach on my shoulders relieving me of
Hope ,Happiness -
The light of life.
I've found my fears ,
Now i'm affraid .
The apparition of nigh time falls
upon my king size bed
as I lay alone
The mendacious shadows ramify my walls
and the creepy boogey man
and bed bugs crawl
A plethora of anger, loneliness
and pity glower in my eyes
I stare back
Impuissance cries
Bereft of pride
My emotions and I decry
Faces of lavidity
have a soiree with in me
A party of self-pity
Thoughts of being free
exacerbates my negativity
Lying in a fetal position
overanalyzing myself causes a crazy transition
Feeling as hopeless as a baby
reminiscing too much on my problems-maybe