#1. MY
BOOGIEMAN HORROR
Shivers dancing on my spine,
as shadows sweep the corner
It's midnight, the ghostly hour
the moon by cloud is devoured
Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror.
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Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror
Each night it begins,
hiding my head under-cover
Heeding his footfalls,
much like thunder
my breathing uneven, I labor,
from stretched-out arms I hasten.
*
He descends upon me as I stumble,
grasping my clothes in earnest
He secures his prey
with a lustful want,
and takes from me,
my honour
Oh how I dread my BoogieMan Horror
TeAnne © Sept 27. 1998
#2. LIFE'S'
RUBDOWNS
*From Mummy
Baby oil rub down
on my body make me soft
'vick vapor rub', help me breathe
stop the cough
* From Lover
Scented oil rub down
on my body gently cover
rubbed all over soothingly
by the hands of my lover
* From Husband
Thermal heat rub down
on my body slather
help the bruises, ease the pain
please! Not your fist again.
*
P.S. First you are innocent, then the
lover comes along, takes advantage, makes you his wife, then proceeds to
beat the living hell out of you.
TeAnne © Sept 27. 1998
#3. GOD!
Some People Are Rude!
To post a poem is fun
and have it critiqued an honour
but when it goes by un-noticed
all hopes for a good one, turn sour.
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Some people are so rude
no wonder the worlds a mess
when time is not taken
to tell another he's doing his best.
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Is it no wonder our young
for themselves only care
when they see adults so, unwilling to share
Self centered are humans,
one of Gods mistakes
I don't see much hope,
for this ignorant race!
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This poem was inspired by the comments
from the owner
of a poetry board where I post.
She was reminding people how important it was
to comment on other works posted,
in order for all to benefit from a critique'.
TeAnne © Sept. 27. 1998
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