Long Boogey Poems
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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 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.
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
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.
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