Best Gremlins Poems

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There is a place I will not trend nor will Angels least attend,
Where witches mix their brew and the warlocks let it spew…
All spiders on...

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Worn limbs creak like tomb's ancient doors
Jumping from youth to old age with lightning's shock
Kind mirrors with mounting dust blur lines
Leaping into my shopping cart...

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Normally, I'd not "Dare" choose just one poet 
to honor.  This time I have, hoping I don't blow it.
I've chosen to break my "Silence"...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could...

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Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So...

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Happiness comes in many forms
Remember the thrill of your first born
How could you have known at the time
The challenge of keeping things in line

Sometimes seemed...

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 Continued from Part 1

The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees 
for the angel of mercy’s no longer...

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...for Virginia Woolf


Submerged 'neath the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling her soul.

Images jar, 
and memories jostle, 
her compass is gone
but she's in...

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Clanging and bashing 
The kitchen's in use
Daughters craving treats 
Allowed on the loose.

Flour, sugar, butter
All over the floor
Dusting the ceiling
Spread thru the drawers.

Seeking seclusion
Mum heads...

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         "Socks"
	(Extra, Missing, or Clinton's Cat)
	Written: by Tom Wright
	3/12/99
	
	Where do socks go when they disappear
	Is my question...

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All around the house, in the dead of night.
   Peering through the window panes, keeping out of sight.
   Lurking in the...

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Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously

To frustrate us...

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Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
were hobbling her soul;
she's full to o'erflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she swam with the fishes 
and found...

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Poor Humpty Dumpty was a numpty when he fell off the garden wall
His poor old ma went bananas, told me to buzz off when I...

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