Best Gargoyle Poems

I pass you several times a week
down at the Cheapside junction
your name defines the job you do
but you perform no function.
No drainage from the upper roofs
no demons are you scaring,
the passers-by stream past
with ninety-nine percent not caring.
The occasional ghost walk party pause
to check you out,...

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water spurting
from a gargoyle spout…
I am drawn to
the gurgling of a baby
in his mother’s arms
					
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© 20th January 2020       
[Published in Cattails Spring/April issue 2020...

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A yawning gargoyle shares with me the morn.
We sit, reading the Sunday newspaper
about the world's events, mostly forlorn.
He notes how clean is his kind's ledger
compared with the blood of my people's news.
He say he lives without our illusions.
At night he culls without regard for views,
sates...

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Gothic creatures of old
  gaze down from their ledges 
    glaring at unseen threats.
       Grotesque legends of stone
    garner my attention 
  garish symbols ward off
ghoulish evil demons.




Written on 11/30/2016
Pleiades...

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The Gargoyle

The Gargoyle, a spooky character that sits around castle walls
said to be in league with the Devil, a nondescript creature with
wings, tail and horns, which can be traced back in time to the 
medieval period, were people were often afraid of their own shadow
these...

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There a premodern smile does emerge
From a hymn and a funeral dirge
For it e’er hails the skies
With its wise stony eyes 
Knowing heaven and earth soon must merge...

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Whenever it rained
I cried till my voice was hoarse
For that one I'd know
Then I saw her roam the sky
Reminding me I could fly...

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Winged gargoyle appeared in my sleep with glaring teeth.
I felt intimidated, there seemed to be sinister ways beneath.
Why would the sleep faerie put such a gargoyle in my dream?
I ran from this monster, my terrified heart pumping full steam!...

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The Gargoyle Yawns

The Fogwalker searches for clues  in the  moist darkness of early morning. The mist feels it's way through empty alleys and vacant lots. 
Cautious footsteps crackle from the gravel pathway lined with broken glass and dry leaves, evidence the Autumn Equinox...

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What makes this faerie special? 
She is naked.
The gargoyle rolled his eyes.
They are all naked under their clothes, he said.
True enough.

She is pretty.
He scoffed.
She is kind and generous.
He kept waving his hand, encouraging her to tell him more.
An expert at not having to hold up...

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"FOURTH OF JULY ON A GARGOYLE"


fourth of July, alone in a 
mad box down by the terrace 
where single men, single 
women, senior citizens, 
children, lovers, boyfriends, 
girlfriends, married couples 
and families barbecue. can 
you smell it? I’ve walked my 
mad box a thousand times,...

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I now live in the country 
Where I can take my pet gargoyle for a brisk walk
Among roosters, foxes, and quail.

They pretend indifference.
None staring
None pointing feathers, claws or paws.
Not one screaming or shrieking.

Not one crossing the street in a prissy, haughty way
Like the stuck-up New...

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extreme the hand snatch the cup
I will collect pride
very good morning my injured limbs
my sons
remember that time only disasters?
but everything in the flesh achieves healing
and already my defeats knew before:
the audacity of courage ignores
who will soon wear shame
she shrinks she hermit gets shy
spreads the sour...

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steering blatant revelries, ghouls engaged to death
chomping down streetlight openings in bitter stone
bow walled yew tree drifters, steps of many feet in
shallow parade to pew, the kneel cushion's betrayal
- how the shadowless crave… and the headless sing...

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Gargoyles, gargoyles, in the air,
it sets my heart to fright,
flying on their leathery wings
through the Stygian night.

Gargoyles, gargoyles, I can see
when they emerge from stone,
eyes glowing blue in the darkness
as endlessly they roam.

Most will say that I’m a madman,
see ghosts where there are none,
but I...

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