Best Goblins Poems
It was quite a party at the old Spooks house,
to a spooktactular Samba they bobbed and bounced.
with skeletons banging their big ox-bone drums,
and the pumpkins all sang as the witches hummed.
Black cats did dine on tuna eyeball stew;
wicked Wilma brought her green bat-wing brew.
In the attic was held a wondrous broom race
and out back was a terrifying zombie maze.
Pirates and scarecrows arrived well dressed;
judges couldn’t decide whose costume was best.
Pumpkin ghouls climbed and played in the trees;
giant spiders spun silk and swung there with ease.
Greedy young goblins stuffed pockets with snacks
as children came by trick-or-treating with sacks.
The ghosts did a tango beneath a bright moon
and everyone knew it would all end too soon.
Just as the moon bid them all nighty-nite,
the sun it ascended giving vampires a fright.
Home they all flew to their dark coffin beds
‘cause you know, sunlight’s fatal to the undead.
Then the party disbanded with bellies all full
as among eerie nimbus pranced Taurus the bull.
Wilma flew off to the Witches Head nebula;
a scarecrow hitched a ride on the broom of Bella.
As little Spooks bedded down for the day,
hungry skeletons finished off the pumpkin flambé.
The bats all fluttered to their bat boxes, high
as grandpa Spook waved saying, “Next year, black tie!”
That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
Solid cover of morn's damp dew
Looks frosty 'pon mown grass
Jets have traversed the eastern sky
Leaving white streaks where passed
The rising sun has cast some pink
There's sand 'pon the low clouds
A mysterious fog hides the hills
Where goblins gather in crowds
They roast marshmallows in the night
Play, sing, and dance with glee
Dare the owls to sing who, who, who
At the rising sun flee
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Sponsor: Russell Sivey
September 12, 2013
Goblins live in caves
Secret corners in the back
Grizzlies know they’re there
They are compatible in fact
Waiting to eat me and you
Ghost and goblins roam the streets
happy waiting
for a child to come by then suprise
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night
Go out and scare the fools
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night to rule
Go out and spread the fright
Witches and ghost goblins and ghouls
Tonight is your night
Tears were flowing when the goblins came to town,
for delight do goblins take in making people cry.
They wreak havoc, bringing everybody down.
Goblins to each neighborhood assigned themselves.
They stirred up problems; people sobbed; They even made folks die
as clever goblins had enlisted help from evil elves.
Into people’s homes elves and goblins tried to creep.
Their purpose was to touch each tear that rolled down humans’ cheeks,
for jewels are made when goblins touch the tears that people weep.
Moans and wails resounded. All the folks’ worst fears
were coming true. Pain the worst produced the best of gems.
So goblins filled their jewel box robbing from the people sobbing tears!
Aug. 10, 2021
for Jack Webster's The Goblin’S Jewel Box 1 Poetry Contest
The invading alien came near.
A harbinger of ill will I thought,
paralyzed with overwhelming fear
that it was our abduction he sought.
I called on all the spirits I knew,
vampires, mages, goblins, and a ghost;
a town hall meeting with the whole crew,
I gloomily guessed we were all toast.
There will be no blood feasting tonight,
no trickery, nor ghastly grim acts.
We must expel this hideous sight
before our consciousness he extracts.
Our stance is extra cautionary–
defy his diabolical plan.
Be strong and judiciously wary,
and vote ‘Yea’ for an Alien Ban.
The alien arose and stood tall.
“Hey dudes, chill. I'm not evil, nor mean.
I came here only to wish you all
a neighborly Happy Halloween!”
It’s nighttime when the goblins come
And whisper in my head
“Before you wake from dreamland, girl
Who is the next one dead?
When will the good days that you live
Take on a ghastly turn?
It's coming sooner than you think
the time when dreams will burn.
You lie in bed of privilege
And shoo us all away
Yet well you know that things might change
When you see light of day
Vile illnesses abide their time
Your youth’s not meant to last
Each ache and pain a testament
Old age is coming fast
Catastrophes are round the bend
Don’t think that you’ll be spared
Security snatched in the storm
Your fears will all be bared
So slumber if you think you can
Close now those eyes real tight
While we all dance around your bed
And party through the night"
Eileen Manassian
Alex, only 3-yrs. old; insisted I take her out in the blinding blizzard!
She knew which neighbors had candy!
Snow drifts were swirling over 3-ft. by now!
I told her "Alexandra, if you'll put a snowsuit over your costume,
i'll take you down to the corner and back, but I'll have to carry you!"
Time began shifting in tremulous tides of Antarctica
Carved pumpkins changed faces; heckling us, glowing in frozen stares
The storm was blinding us with sideways pelting frozen ice and snow
Can’t move my feet
Next thing I knew, nothing was there
no houses...no street....just doom....
With snow piling high the streetlights submerged
Another world lurked now six feet below
The candy seemed strange not quite from this place
Frozen like mummies a bitter aftertaste
It’s then that I knew I’d better hurry home
Save myself and my kids from what I don’t know
Blinded by snow with nowhere to turn
We spun three times ‘round and found ourselves home
11/19/10
8:21 pm
Remembering the great "Halloween Night Storm" of 1991,
My Daughter Alex was determined to go out! I had to carry her
All done up in her costume!
Tonight, I swear, way up in the sky
I saw three cackling witches fly by
And then down here on the ground
Why, ghosts, goblins and skeletons
all rattling around
And wouldn't you know it, a monstrous ghoul
So, Happy Halloween, Pal! ~ or April Fools
Evening gulped down our coffee
And snatched my umbrella
I was afraid he could stay with my wife
But it was raining outside
And he was scared of night
Foggy moon was rappelling
Against craggy hill that time
Alarming quanta of raindrops
Were thrashing his face
He felt chill and closed his eyes
We had our bodies locked
After thousand squirts and orgasms
Ghosts were afraid of our skill
They killed a new cat under our bed
Böse Geister sind sqeezy
Somehow we knew
We were gulled by elemental goblins
Halloween often brings out
The alien, vampires and goblins
Who crave to suck your blood
Feasting on your heart’s hope
With diabolical plans for more
Trickery than treats, leaving
You paralyzed by the abduction
Of your joy and gentle promise
Which keeps you feeling certain
That love always wins in the end!
This is a cautionary reminder
That evil is the devil’s pleasure,
Leaving you a little less blissful!
Words Used: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed, Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
October 18, 2020
He's the King of the goblins and should you displease
He'll pickle your eyebrows and eat them with cheese
Or cut you to pieces then boil your head
And mop up the gravy with slices of bread
But should you avoid this nobles displeasure
He will show you his strong room with all its fine treasure
Then returning above from the dark dungeons gloom
To the marble clad walls of the stately throne room
He will smile to his courtiers and wink with one eye
And you know deep inside that you're certain to die
For no one's allowed to return and proclaim
The things that go on in the goblin kings name
Beware the goblins that hang out with gloom,
That send little children screaming in fright
The werewolves that spell a sudden doom.
Sudden noises like mushroom clouds boom
At your front door on Halloween night,
Beware the goblins that hang out with gloom.
Likely the little witches will carry their broom
They yell “Trick or Treat” and run out of sight,
The werewolves that spell a sudden doom.
If you are about, do not accept a mushroom
For they often carry a most wicked bite,
Beware the goblins that hang out with gloom
Switch on the light before entering a room,
Lest an apparition appear in astounding flight
The werewolves that spell a sudden doom.
You’ll be prepared for ghosts, I’ll presume
If, after dark, you turn on your porch light
Beware the goblins that hang out with gloom
The werewolves that spell a sudden doom.
written October 6, 2021