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Bogeyman

I lurk around for prey.
Young or old, morose or gay
Seeking you is all too easy.
Cold blooded diehards that are sleazy

I’m the bogeyman a wild animal
Some of you call me Manimal
I’m a freak of nature half man,
wait for it, half animal I am

The stench of your sadistic words I smell
Yes’um, I’ll make sure you go to

Categories: bogeyman, animal, crazy, halloween, rap,
Form: Personification

Beware the Dreaded Lurgwurt

Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt
that prowls around at night.
With luck you'll never meet it,
but then again you might.

Beware the dreaded Lurgwurt.
It may catch you unawares.
If not in the parlour,
then at the bottom of the stairs.

Avoid the dreaded Lurgwurt,
if you would save your life,
and while you are about it,
every cause of strife..

Categories: bogeyman, angst, dark, fate,
Form: Didactic

Everyday Bogeyman

All prepare to die nothing meaning
Breathing don’t concern with wind, with them
If this day gone, stay with not doubt
Think, they will possess holed hand
Someone is always separately 
Obvious body is melting
Smoothly sea far from that
To arrive refer-less, to period
Sun coo,“ that is only skin”
Opposed people on historical factors
So pretty woman or attractive 
Pain feelings or

Categories: bogeyman, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse

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He Fears the Bogeyman

Love's light beams from the hearts and souls of Man
but His insecurities shade its glow.
And in shadows, hate and bigotry grow;
though Man's conscience interjects when it can.
But, like a child, He fears the bogeyman;
facing repercussions, He lets hope go.
Scared of storms, He revels in the rainbow;
convincing Himself that it is God's plan.

Evil overshadows the light

Categories: bogeyman, anxiety, deep, emotions, fate,
Form: Sonnet

The Closet Door

The closet door is partially open, 
	More than a crack.
		Yet I cannot see 
			The goblins yet.

My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to
	Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman
		Under my bed, ready to grab my feet 
			Or my hand.

Oh, yes, the closet door is open.

Categories: bogeyman, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Light Verse

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, horror,
Form: Verse

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, metaphor,
Form: Verse

Do the Bogeyman

The Orion 
has arrived!
On board the 
Flagship,
RearAdmiral 
Mickael,
Eternal Dark 
Man on the 
bridge,
And his 
Ladyship 
PrincessLadyJewel,
His 
bodyguard of 
a thousand 
blades!

He came to 
tame and 
conquer the 
carrions,
Blood sucking 
humanoids of 
the terra 
vista race,
They even 
fed on 
themselves 
and their 
friends,
Neither 
conscious nor 
intelligent to 
communicate 
or trade,
How do you 
win against 
the soulless

Categories: bogeyman, humorous
Form: I do not know?

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, fantasy, fear,
Form: Verse

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, fantasy
Form: Narrative

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, imagination
Form: Narrative

The Bogeyman

Soaking wet the grey sheep huddle
by the stone wall shaped and laid
to last five hundred more years still.
Rains sheeting o'er the moor leave 
us dripping as the fish in Foley's Tarn.
Clouds careen across the sky like 
ragged flags unfurling, our house is
battered by the storm's relentless wrath,

and something's coming...

It's nights like this that bring the

Categories: bogeyman, imagination,
Form: Narrative