Hobgoblin Poems - Poems about Hobgoblin

...stand here and stead with staff in hand tawed tined and staid Hob – goblin he, a tricky ol’ fellow haughty ‘n hasty in greed ......

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...sails fully set anchor revved high and rudder set yet there is no wind and no current with the moon an innocent bystander watching a deceptive calm waiting to rage a dolphin encourages ......

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...Oh! That Dear Old Bugbear That nasty old Hobgoblin of English 16th century lore replete with its ugly, mischievous behavior. At once, frightful and always exciting one’s fears, whilst creati......

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...Forever Ever or Never Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing j......

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...One day he found himself at the rock bottom of a cliff shattered from descent but the tides had been kind had revealed a chance to rest on sandy retreat He gathered sea shells me......

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...Hobgoblin in the gutter under canopy of midnight, magic brew of muti without rein. Shadow figure torchon, darting half-light dare. Spine chilling droplets wobble slowly down drains, rusty copper......

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...gravity craves in the sky weightless surrender - comet reaches rock bottom tides foam a lullaby crested lengths wave - ripples focus underneath horizon lingers abreast pain d......

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...Tim had dreamt of magic mountains but was stuck in a snow globe Luckily there was some antifreeze in the little dome on his desk Used as a paperweight for discarded inked upon manuscript pages ......

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...He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned A bit like blue smarti......

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...I have a strange malady curiously effecting me for I am very susceptible to words of a variety Words like cushlamachree or hobbledehoy give me such joy... that my brain begins burbling at a......

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...A hobgoblin sandwich, please. Yes, my date was such a tease. The waitress smiled with ease. One small hiccup and a sneeze. Appetizer, gorgeous cheese. Honey bread from their own bees Twelfth ......

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...He lived in the basement hairy and mischievous haunting the unwary helpless little household. How could they get rid of him? Shakespeare found a way: Had him Puck in a play! - - - ......

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...Thinking I knew you from your smile you wormed your way in with guile my bete noire*, my bogey man long of tooth and without a clan I let you in, a worm with style. le grand faux pas*, angel vile, ......

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