Bugbear Poems - Poems about Bugbear

...In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time. The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and the seconds kept getting’ away as soon as I thought I had them hoo......

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... The person I used to be hides in the shadow, awaiting an unexpected moment to expose secrets best left forgotten. Perhaps a shot or two of Macnaughton™ will quiet the desire of the demon th......

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...How I peer at piano's lifeless plate, And crave, covet to be that plucky piece Which, silken soft her fingers gets to kiss, Now dancing sprightly, now at gentle gait, Whilst my lips starve, a......

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... Mind Bound to form, expressioning itself in expose, Borne of fatal attraction and Hell, candied fermentation fomented from randeed runon s......

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...Long years back writing just was a job, To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob, It then turned to hobby— To numb noise my Dolby, My life’s passion by now consigned FOB Of an unpaid cabby, A do-not-s......

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...Summer, my bugbear, Swarms of bugs hum there, Bare in bed twosome to dare, One said to its mate, Ah they seem on date, And all ready to do that, Why not we play that? But it pays still to ......

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...Oh! That Dear Old Bugbear That nasty old Hobgoblin of English 16th century lore replete with its ugly, mischievous behavior. At once, frightful and always exciting one’s fears, whilst creati......

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...I've heard a very nasty tale I'm told it's likely true that if you are a naughty child The Bugbear might eat you! The Bugbear- what is that? you say it sounds harmless enough... But names can......

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...When I am gone, and from this world have flown, I would admonish you to not forget That I have loved and cherished you, my own, And even after death shall love you yet. But I’ve no wish to burd......

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...I Do Not Know The Secret..., Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem... Not purposeful intent, when tasking self (Das Scribe) a nondescript member of *****sapiens village people tribe metaphorica......

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...As long term aspiring gurgling (stream of consciousness) paperback writer, there doth appear an imponderable quandary most likely experienced by fellow neophyte authors, ......

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...veiled gravy on one’s journey bugbear 08.26.17......

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