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A
photo
was taken
by my friend of
a house he’d looked at.
Once it was developed,
he noticed in the window. . .
the faces of frightened children
peering out! Magnified, that photo
showed towering behind them. . . a demon.
May 20, 2020
for Kai Michael Neumann's Double Exposure Poetry Contest
(this is the true story of my friend Alberto’s photograph
which he took while house-hunting many years ago.
Disappointingly, he has since misplaced it. But I saw it
with my own eyes. I even had it saved in my old e-mail account
which unfortunately I’ve closed! It was the closest I ever came to
seeing something supernatural. Even inside the house, though
there was no indication of anyone with them, Alberto’s small child
kept saying “El coco,” Spanish for Boogeyman!)
"The Bogeyman in Carnage"
Upon the darkened streets of Haddenfield,
A specter stalks a prey, cloaked in shadow's fold.
No mortal eye can pierce his mask's shield,
Nor fathom depths where sanity is lost.
His stride unwavering, relentless, cruel,
Each footfall echoing death's grim approach.
Victims fall screaming, lives cut short, souls defiled, shortened of breath.
Yet expressionless face betrays no emotion.
Beneath the harvest moon's sickly glow,
Blood splatter patterns stain his mask.
Through windows locked and doors securely barred,
Sleep eludes the living in fearful flight.
For none know when the boogeyman may arrive,
To claim them in the dead of endless night.
An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.
Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.
Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.
Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.
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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant
alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...
silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreaming of tomorrows
Young enough and innocent
and free from fear or sorrows
Being in my little bed
when childhood was mine
the kitchen night light softly
broke the darkness with its shine
And adding to that coziness
that was embracing me
were the distant dulcet tones
of the living room t.v.
I laid there and I listened
and could hear my parents talking
I knew as long as they were there
no boogeyman was stalking
My bedroom door was open
just a wee bit every night
I could see the flashing glow
of the television's light
Bedtime was the time
where my imagination soared
Too busy slaying giants
you would never find me bored
And it was such a comfort
with my parents down the hall
They were always right there for me
if I felt a need to call
In all my life I never
felt so loved and so secure
as when I heard those family sounds
come through my bedroom door
So precious to my mom and dad
just as they were to me
Through all these years since they've been gone
they live inside of me
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreading my tomorrows
much older from world-weariness
and full of fear and sorrows
Now I lie in bed at night
alone and insecure
and listen to the silence
coming through my bedroom door
The boogeyman has never bothered me.
I shut my eyes at night to go to sleep..
If he should be about, he’s let me be!
No monsters in my closet do I keep!
I know some witches, but they have no broom.
They look like anybody on the street.
A few have bothered me, but they don’t loom
As threats to me, and sometimes they act sweet.
I keep my distance from them when I can.
Another kind of monster I can see
Seems not a threat to woman or to man.
Those zombies mainly scare us on TV!
In haunted places folks are seeing ghosts,
And mediums are speaking with the dead.
A demon would be scarier than most!
Imagine wrestling those jerks in your head!
I cannot think of any monster I
Can claim as mine; I guess symbolically
are some I know that make me want to cry!
One brings along with him anxiety.
He whispers in my ear when times are tough,
But I’ve no fear he’ll make me ache or bleed.
He laughs at me when I don’t have enough
Of time or money that I think I need.
Another monster carries with him pain.
Sometimes he visits me out of the blue,
And though invisible, he is so grim
He makes me feel there’s nothing I can do.
I cannot shake him off when pain is great.
Sometimes strong aspirins can make him go,
But other times, I have to wait and wait
To see him leave; oh, my, he can be slow!
One monster I have known most of my life.
His name is Melancholy. Sometimes fear
Accompanies him when he comes with strife.
I feel his presence more each passing year.
So zombies, witches, ghosts and boogiemen
Might be out in the world, for all I know,
But monsters I deplore come to me when
I let hope falter. Then my monsters grow!
Wee Willy Winky creeps about the town
Into children’s bedrooms he’ll be peeking.
Sometimes if he finds an open window,
into that child’s room he will go sneaking.
He fancies himself a Sandman.
But nothing like the Sandman is he.
No peace does he bring the sleepless kid
as he creeps about in hours that are wee.
He sprinkles no sand into sleepy eyes,
but he slides like a ninja beneath a child's bed,
then mutters low sounds that he thinks are soothing,
but he frightens most children instead!
“Go to sleep; go to sleep,” he sometimes whispers.
Children who hear this are filled with fear.
Too terrified are they to leave their bed.
They think that the boogeyman must be near.
Wee Willy Winky, you do nobody good
as you creep all around in your nightgown.
Some of those you visit get PTSD.
You ought to be jailed and banished from town.
Growing up in the GOP, the
Shadow of Lincoln, among others was strong.
Yet as time rolled through, subtle but
Drastic change has occurred, both in the short & long.
It has morphed through a rear-view mirror,
Looking for its greatness and glory in the past.
While failing to work on any future,
Or any progress that might stand and last.
At the core, they're seen combating truth,
With enough lies that burden and inflame.
With the power and legal agility, to
Try and displace reality and delay the game.
Holding on to conspiracy as concrete footing,
Such that Q-anon and the satanic are real.
They attach to the fanciful by fear mongering,
With only repetition as a fraudulent seal.
So as they chase down the boogeyman and demonic,
Lo and behold, they tend to find a democratic face.
Where even 'RINO's are tracked down and hunted,
Becoming endangered in their once-safe place.
This pursuit has shown its vile nature,
As violence threatens those to dare realities view.
And I can only hope that justice will survive,
And the truth will provide the final clue.
Not all of the boogeymen live under your bed
Some can be worse than concoctions from your head
Not all of them are green, with sharp and jagged teeth
Some of them are orange, and hide their fangs underneath
They try to hide beneath their masquerading wispy mane
But the wind blows their cover, showing it's in vain
They try to trick us into drinking poison, and get into your head
I hope the ones that believed it, didn't end up dead...
They make you think they're on your side, but only ever lie
They can even seem kind of pleasant, until you sever ties
Then they come after you with all the force of a rocket
And if you try to shake their hand, they rip your arm out of the socket
Their bullying can be furious, sometimes even fiery
Writing nasty rumors about you in a very public diary
Making exaggerated motions, hoping to distract you
Luckily some have tiny hands, that would physically impact few
But their words can be damaging and can demand a crowd
Sometimes their biggest weapon, is that they're so very loud
If we collectively ignore them, maybe they'll get no more attention
The very least we can do, to keep up boogeyman prevention
Time bracketed between
December first nineteen fifty nine and
December first two thousand twenty three
represents sixty six orbitz
one prized Earthling
named Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan
completed round the sun.
About half her life linkedin
with spousal enrichment,
(while hunkered down livingsocial
in Woodbury, New Jersey),
hence the hyphenated married name.
Though said endearing eldest sister
approximately thirteen plus months my senior,
ofttimes during mein kampf,
she displayed maternal (motherly) mien.
Back during mine boyhood
dark shadows along the edge of night
(emanating from outer limits
of the twilight zone)
spooked me to flinch
as did appearance
of the boogeyman induce affright
only exacerbated my delicate mental health
punctuated psyche of mine
with disequilibrium psycho-social blight
above named sibling a protector I cite
twilled me in the valley
of love and delight,
an emotional refuge rescued sought
deliverance from anguish
loving succor proffered
peace upon mine body, mind, and soul,
she did immediately expedite
warming cockles of me heart
analogous to affecting, creating,
forging, jumpstarting, offering, and ushering
ideal paradise island temperature
if measured by degrees balmy fahrenheit
pointing, revealing, shining,
and training a guiding-light
unafraid to defend diminutive
docile, inordinately meek brother,
when threatened courtesy bullies
that significantly towered over mine
below average stature height
a measly little skinny, yet zany
(when within comfort of home) lad
naively oblivious to our mother,
when her first born daughter dynamic,
especially smoldering contention
kindled figurative tinder, which squabble
escalated in intensity
sparking vehement feud to ignite
loosing volatile verbal exchange
triggering The Emergency Alert System
to issue warning
lest clear and present danger
(at 324 Level Road)
recorded in history books
licking, overshadowing, rivaling,
and undermining revolution
kickstarted and hashtagged as Jacobite.
The Boogeyman
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
another infamous Tool ballad blares out of the speakers.
"Go back to sleep, go back to sleep..."
James (now 14) hits the power button and says to himself
Ha! There ain't no boogeyman in my closet anymore!
Kids stuff! Then turns out the light for the night...
An hour or so passes, the wind blows erratically outside...
The bedroom window is open just a crack...
just enough so the wind ruffles the curtains...
and brings the chill of the night in with it...
James wakes up about then wondering why he shivers
because right about then the wind completely died
He looks to the window, shrugs, gets up and closes it
As he turns around it hit him again, the chill with no wind...
He shakes his head to rid himself of this eerie feeling
Cracks his neck a couple of times and laughs, weakly
Come on stud you're a big boy what are you scared of
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now laying back in bed that Tool song repeating in his head
over, and over, and over, again, it won't stop
He's starting to get uneasy, along comes another chill
That awful feeling when something bad is crawling up your spine...
Then suddenly his closet door creeks open just a crack
What the !*%?, instinctively he pulls his sheets up to his chin
Now he's freaking, shaking, perspiring, and watching
but nothing comes out, why won't it just come out...
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now he hears a faint something, a soft scratching
What the hell is happening, he whispers I didn't do anything
Then in his head he heard, "Not believe in me", it's coming...
All of a sudden the door fly's open and James screams
uncontrollably screams while wriggling in his sheets
Yelling Please don't hurt me, please I believe, I believe
Then his cat Jester jumps up onto the middle of his chest...
Poor James just about had a heart attack and peed his pants
right in his bed as Jester starts purring and licking his face
No it can't be? It was, James accidently shut Jester in the closet
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
He never listened to that song ever again...
05/24/16