Best Bugaboo Poems


Premium Member Abc Doodle

**ABC  FUN**

Funny vs' Rude~~
agrestic bugaboo creeps, dandle 
'each-
other', footle  gleeking,
happy, izzat...jillick, kibitz, ludic, 
maffick, nothosonomia, 
osculating, proudly,  quizzing, riant, 
squabash, 
to unstable void, whelm, Xanthippe, 
yodle, zingy. 
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Dark Death~~
aphotic burnt cardinal debris 
everywhere,  flammeous, 
growing haematic,  igniting, 
jeopardizing, killing, lava, 
madness, numb, 'Oppositional-
Defiant', 
pulse, quantity, 
rage, staged, tempered, under, 
virescent, watch, ***, yield, zero. 
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Dream a little Dream~~
Accelerator, beating, captivating 
dreaming, eruption, 
fingerprints, ghost haunting, 
invading, 
journey, 
'keebler-keeper', labyrinth, magic, 
nightmare, odyssey, 
path, quarantine, rainbows, snakes, 
'tossing&turnning', 
unconsciously, vertigo, 
'wakening2wetness', x-rated, 
yawning, 
zoomed.   
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Dedicated and inspired by; Yasmin 
Khan

By;pd

Premium Member Bugaboo

Aches in my joints; am I just growing old?

Heat is blasting, but I’m shivering cold

     I won’t admit it

     Not for one minute

That a flu bug’s bitten and taken hold 



*For Gwen’s  “Sneezing Limerick” Contest

Premium Member Blue Daisy

Up with the sun, put coffee to brew
Inside my mouth, some sticky night goo
Standing in housecoat with fuzzy house shoes
Starting my day, as always I do

Down with a cup, feeling like new
Stepped onto my porch, that first morning view
Something was odd, some weird bugaboo
There must have been paint in the heavy night dew

Next to my house, by my wandering jew
My once yellow daisies had all turned light blue
Even my houseplants, my once green bamboo
Was now a blue green of the ugliest hue

So I cut them all down, in a rage I flew
Hacking and chopping, like I'd lost a screw
Roses and hostas and yes, daisies too
But I saved a bouquet, Here! These are for you.


   June 20 2017
  by Daniel Turner


Premium Member If Death Be But the Final Cut

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If Death be now the final cut
With no path to Heaven's door...
Thou I've never had the courage
To believe there's nothing more.

So forgive my celestial musings
And lay waste not my bugaboo
But allow me one small favor...
To love and pray for you.

                  12

Forgiveness be a wondrous thing
With no stone to weigh it down.
It knows no age nor time of day...
It knows no proper noun.

It floats upon a summer breeze
And makes light the coming storm.
It dances in each fireplace
To keep the masses warm.

But forgiveness holds no treasure
If not effected and applied.
So slather in gluttonous quantities
With a conscience as your guide.

                  13
 
There seemed a hellish wintry bent
As the storm pounded through the day.
The winds were whipping fiendishly
As our snowman walked away.

With a feral dose of helter skelter...
Nature seemed transfixed from normal rest
Leaving one to mull and ruminate
On the perturbations so expressed.

              The End

Bugaboo: Area of concern.
Perturbations: A disposition that is confused and quite upset.

*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.

Unease

Many things can cause unease:
Heights, the dark, loud noises, fleas;
Crowded places, public speaking,
Rocking chairs that won’t stop squeaking.

Body odor, traffic, roaches;
Birthdays as old age approaches.
Vampire movies, tunnels, rats;
Caves with tons of flying bats.

Spiders, lightning, doctors, death;
Elevators, garlic breath.
Fire, bedbugs, snakes and worms;
Subways, strangers, germs, germs, germs!

Clowns, exams, a first-time date;
Flying, swimming, gaining weight.
Airport scanners, roller coasters;
Bridges, missing children posters.

Each of us becomes obsessed
With what it takes to make us stressed.
What’s strange is that my bugaboo
Most likely will not bother you!

Premium Member Dream On

Anatomy's a bugaboo
But dreaming is not a taboo!
There is something under
Your clothes--so no wonder
I've thought of things I like to do
    

Author's note: This is about private parts.  We usually keep these to ourself, but the ideas we have are there and cannot be purged from our bed. However, it's not great to brag or make rating lists public.  A lesson for the Donald and the Harvard mens' soccer team. What turkeys!!


Splat Splatter


Your red light betters consider you a black bug
on the windshield of life

That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition,
it don’t spotted glass much matter

Just another ghetto pest
that didn’t pass the police car 
collision course tute test

Listen to the blue siren chatter,
dead air channel static
Broken wing green dreams start to fade to black,
as the fluttering pulse on the shield
ebbs exhalation erratic
Jitterbug sound of splat splatter

Fear of an accidental roadkill encounter
Smitten by the yield heated grill ... open hands up in the air 
or spread wide on the hot hood,
it don’t too much yellow tape matter

Ghetto exodus poverty flees
causes frosty mad dash, suburban chase paranoia
SWAT the criminal skin pigmented flies,
kill the epidermal honeybees

Wipe those dark bloodstains from the windbreaker riot vest
Get a brass shield, black beetle swish commendation, I guess

Law abiding fight against societal crushed condition ...
protest a little too loudly, it don’t asphalt smear much matter

Smack dab into the heated grill ... street interrogation
Accidental crossroad kill ... fatal intersection situation

Just another ghetto tick pest
that didn’t pass the patrol vehicle 
racial profile oppression test

Hear the fading siren, morgue dispatched chatter:
Black bugaboo chained melody
always gon freely get the blue metal splat splatter


*tute is an old Germanic word meaning "look out."

Premium Member Sanguine Skies

Sol's chariot slowly sinks, setting sanguine skies afire
while an ebony darkness descends, dousing scarlet flames.
And shadowy silhouettes swiftly shape shift...mimicking
monovalent monsters, bolstering bugaboo beliefs, 
as a maroon moon maneuvers amidst a sea of stars. 







(Free Verse)
June 14, 2018
When line five enables your poem to thrive
Silent One

No Reason To Complain

Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
     objectionably being called "old man",
     this poem doth tack
     toward the no body,
     and will address

     no illusory (no 
     app for) pretensions
     alluding to verse,
the slow-mo ravages
     of aging, evincing
     and inching into
     solid AARP universe
suddenly (moon if fish int lee)
  
     impinges on endurance
     even crimping poetic
     raptures tubby terse
though (oh my this
     muttering ole hound) chronologically
     traversing that arbitrary, elliptically,
     and imaginary Maginot line
     i.e. almost three score year,

thy esprit de corps unlike
     complaining crotchety curmudgeon
     folks living here
Highland Manor situated
     in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
not much older
     than me do daily air
lamentations kvetching even

     on days pitch perfect and clear
find some bugaboo to gripe about
     which dispositions hardly
     makes them endear
ring at least to myself,
     a baby boomer
     (lix orbitz licked) gear
ring up to enter

     sixth decade of life,
when a tell tale battle
      of the bulge paunch
      finds mine equatorial zone
somewhat flabby, a mockery
     of washboard blubbery
     abdominal sculpted tone
engirdled with loathsome

     ample "NON FAKE"
     lovely jowly handles
which I hate, though
     human flesh naturally prone
to the lowest point of resistance,
     and finds these
     lovely bones to groan.

Life Is a Rendezvous

She hailed from that little town of Manhattan 
She sailed storms,tides thus far and all through the harmattan.

He was born in France, 
 thought he got here by chance 

She was bent on running away from her past
He swore to wriggle back to his past. 

Her escape was panama, Here he strolled tra-la-la
She feared daunting fiends, He made bounty friends

Their paths crossed,  they thought it was fate
Getting boxed?  They thought that was Late

Why the hate for her past? 
Why the quest for his past? 

She had wrought evil in the land of her birth
He was bound to avenge his brother. His death! 

She ran as far as she could. He retraced his step back and won't be fooled
Now the sword on which his brother fell, Now carries the child his loins welled 

Life is a rendezvous, Many times this is misconstrued 
There is nothing like overdo And nobody is overdue

In the process of running away from our Waterloo 
We created  a Swimming pool. 

We squeeze our guilts in a bottle, But life always holds the corkscrew

We throw a stone from point A, and we ourselves run to point B  
Forgetting that  that is the stone's destination. 

Life is a bugaboo, There is always a Counter coupe
Life is a rendezvous

The Consolation of Israel Start

( Concern for National Israel )

God decreed a covenant; a covenant of works, 
on Sinai He gave it to man: 
Obey the Law, from it righteousness draw, 
- be saved by it if you can. 

We labored and cried, and from it we tried, 
to earn our favor with God. 
We strained and strived, in failure we sighed, 
- and felt the disfavor of His rod. 

After many years through sorrow and tears, 
we discovered our nature too foul. 
Our confidence gone, we moved out alone, 
- ran to an idol named Baal. 

He too, was severe, filled us with fear; 
demanded our children to take. 
This was for naught, no righteousness it brought, 
- so him, we too, did forsake. 

On return to our land, we dealt with a man, 
many people worship as Deity. 
He taught mercy and grace; withstood us to face, 
- was nailed to a Roman tree. 

After the dispersion of all, denying Adam's fall, 
our leaders placed our trust in man. 
Utopia to build, by the strength of our will, 
- find satisfaction in life as we can. 

Doomed to fail, we made a Humanist hell, 
with torture as never before. 
Workers paradise gone, its doctrine all wrong, 
- salvation's not there anymore. 

Some men claim, to our “perceived” shame, 
that Messiah was the one crucified. 
They're common folk, without credentials of note, 
- and are quiet easily stupefied. 

Surely we, the learned, can readily discern, 
by reasoned, scholarly analysee. 
We're not easily fooled, as a general rule, 
- and we have an historic pedigree. 

Yet, if Abraham’s promised seed, was singular indeed, 
reason demands Messiah be that too. 
Then, our Zionist claim, to National Messianic fame, 
- is just another fanciful bugaboo. 

Should we look anew at him whom we slew, 
determine if his claims could have merit: 
The Prophets shed light on a Messiah in type; 
- shall we see if the scriptures declare it? 

In the Genesis of old, a wonderful story is told, 
of a singular birth - miraculous. 
The woman’s seed (Virgo), a virgin shall conceive, 
- calling him Immanuel (God with us)

Happy National Friendship Day August 5th 2018

Unlike this papa akin
     to being racked, raided,
     and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
     a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
     psyche, one would see
     mostly a torn shred of holes

thy youngest (of deux) daughters
     did not agitate
as much as myself, asper being
     emotionally isolated, a miserable fate
she participated with
     supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
     progeny did not experience

     chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
     High School student did great
fully experience positive
     munificent interpersonal bounty,
     she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,

which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
     thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
     (to no one in particular),
     expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive

     services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
     (ran rampant within self)
     where mine imaginary
     pals did commiserate
nonetheless, aye envy thine
     begotten Harris heiress,
whose self esteem positively bolstered

     ensure ring a confidential boost,
     and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
     during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
     warding off bullies,
     who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged

     (he's a good) fellow,
     Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE" game of life
     changing strengthened soul asylum

     primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
     where whip sawed, pejoratively emasculated  
     hoary golem, unstintingly bruiting, brow beating
and bamboozling gremlins 
     wrought zealous destruction!

The Golden King

Gilderoy Golden King
Avaricious for money
Fagin flagitious Abactor
Bismer bibulous bugaboo
Bambosh biblioklept bellipotent
Data From King's Prying Eyes..
Written By ARK...

Half Free and Fighting On

Chicago – first in violence, city of potholes,
with no public parking and over taxed people;
loud, lawless, unlovely.
Half free and fighting on with corrupt government,
breaking its words, where temporary taxes become permanent.

Where people are afraid of political bugaboo,
self-righteous fraud, this big business man,
the doctrine of “addition, division and silence”,
where the grafter inspires the coward
and well-armed government.

Politicians who play off one party against another,
bad Democrat against worse Republican.
The corruption is not merely political; it is financial,
commercial, social, ethical –
oligarchy with representatives of special interest.

Encapsulation Versus Elaboration

Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...

Therefore, I opted to
reduce heavy sedation
within unsuspecting reader rabbit
summarization superseded elaboration,
less reason spurring salacious secretion
i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced

verbalization crucifixion subsequently,
neither nameless nincompoop (me)
crossing verboten drive,
nor this ditto anonymous
poetic purveyor to burden heavy
onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo

even daunting grizzly Adams,
endeavoring exclusively exercising
"E" valuation in futile attempt
to express mild exuberance
entailing English language.

Essentially erudition wrought
elucubration, ecstatic emotion,
enunciation, enumeration, eradication
narrowly avoiding writer's block
concomitent ebullition, emasculation
exacerbation, exasperation,

stepped up escalation elevation
malignant hypertension, encrustation
elementary (my dear Watson)
extemporaneous embarkation
severely affected non exlax induced
emergency enema evacuation,

but not even for the grace of dog
unstoppable elimination, ejection...
exhausting excavation
water closet expedition
elucidation, elation, edification,
vis a vis emancipation,

despite literary emaciation malnutrition
near extinction yours truly,
nonetheless... faint eruption
eureka ejaculation elongation
emanation awoke new edition
regarding neigh saying kid on the block

elicitation, elocution, energization,
eroticization, estimation, excitation
activated skeletal echolocation
eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation
analogous TVA electrification,
hence enervation equalization

relieved self cannibalization
thankfully discouraging envenomization
invariably in conclusion,
no exaggeration pronouncing
exemption verdict against
my extirpation sore disappointment!

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