steeped in an ocean of time
slow motion’s recurrence reverberated
concentric circles rippled the tide
moored its anchor
in illusions of safety
yet the harbour was far away
a mere tug at a distant shore
once more it sent out its signal
as he finally snapped ready to drown
never again said the mermaid
leave the sinister hobgoblins
and straddle Atlantis with me
secured at last he acknowledged
that letting go of the past
meant freedom and safety
On the outskirts of town there's a house on Brooding Hill
that leaves those who pass by with shivers and a chill.
It's rumored that murders have taken place in the home
since it's been haunted by ghosts and ghouls who roam.
It's surrounded by a forest where shadows take to flight
and whispers echo upon the wind on a full moon night.
Red eyes stare out of windows from skeletons that talk
and no one ever dares to go near that house after dark.
Crows perch on moss draped limbs of trees, long dead.
Their caws summon the master goblin lesser demons dread.
The stench of death lingers near when screams are heard
begging help from graves where bodies have been interred.
That macabre haunted house is not a place I will ever enter.
Gossip around town is that it's soon to have another renter,
but it won't take long before they will feel the terror and fear
when in the house on Brooding hill, hobgoblins will appear.
Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.
A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and mystery,
It is hidden in the dark of the Woods,
guarded by Hobgoblins in hoods.
This infestation in ancient days,
Was kept in order by Druid ways,
who would gather at the full of the moon,
Sacrificing chickens, and chanting songs til noon.
The beasts are free to roam and kill,
you can hear there awful Howling still
They are, atop, of that far rocky hill,
fighting each other and growling.
It is here that the evil wolverine lurk,
Preying on innocents, going to work,
They now will face his merciless wrath.
Having strayed from the normal quite safe path,
For centuries now this evil place,
Has kept, it’s anonymity safe,
An anomaly, in space and time
Has opened a door, to this world of slime.
How is this possible with modern techniques,
That no one has noticed these terrible freaks
You can try and avoid a confrontation
But something should be done, by the leaders of the nation.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Christianity
d e m o n i z e
Hobgoblins
Puck
y i e l d s
dream
2020 October 31
*2nd Place*
IN Just A Few Words
~~Joseph May
rip tides swallowed it‘s prey
opened an underworld
of breathless surrender
hobgoblins mocked descent
a sinkhole of laughter
sardonic grins prevailed
in face of their current
disbelief of survival
His life raft drifted helplessly in an ocean of tears and lost dreams
In tangible finite and impermanent flow
He lost his compass and the needle festered in Tom’s purulent arm
A portal to hot flushes of receding pain
Chasing sea dragons and hobgoblins he punctured reality’s voyage
Fixation gripped an underworld of relief
Rudderless he floated fuelled by psychedelic currents of reprieve
Full of intrigue for surfing waves of delusion
He floated perilously before he submerged in uncharted waters
Unable to navigate he sunk like a stone
Emergency flares reached stars but failed to hook into the sun
As one single ray refused to yield revelation
Yet when he crushed at rock bottom and scratched translucent surfaces
One more shot blasted spontaneous combustion
Dissolved in oblivion by pirates Tom finally took off his eye patch
And realized that they patronize his demise
18th January 2020
Heart robbers
Chasing after fine brothers,
Prior to a valentine arrival,
This elfin figure had no rival.
Hobgoblins are hobnobbing again
Playing games for a heart to sprain
Plastic surgeons with harpoons and weapons
To bludgeon emotions for coupons, sine qua non.
But this gossamer heart’s gone to bed, futon anon!
Heart robbers,
Costumed as fine brothers.
As the second hand ticks away my breaths
a half-clad moon catches my eye.
Was a time when I might've seen
the ghost of half-eaten melon,
but I'm older now, my thoughts less spry.
Dark fear's hobgoblins
were long since relegated
to memory's chuckle drawer;
open windows to warm nights ease my mind.
I must shave and write.
Neither seem as pressing
as the once hormone-inducing prance
in distant starlight,
the hot exhalations of desert air.
Nor do creased page corners
to detective thrillers and t.v.'s prattle
beckon hours with purpose.
I'm the insouciant sentry
at castles in retirement,
the dragon minus annoying fire.
Crows no longer pick eyes of the dead
in picture frames on paneled walls.
My shoes don't guardedly tread
engineered woods of perfection.
Aging brings a basset hound,
graying around the nose,
laying placidly on the rug.
I'll get to tasks eventually.
For now I commune with the moon,
allowing my mind the idyll
of a worn desk in a cluttered room
and the dulcet laze in lyrics of night birds
serenading summer's first hours.
6/19/18
Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.
A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and mystery,
It is hidden in the dark of the Woods,
guarded by Hobgoblins in hoods.
This infestation in ancient days,
Was kept in order by Druid ways,
who would gather at the full of the moon,
Sacrificing chickens, and chanting songs til noon.
The beasts are free to roam and kill,
you can hear there awful Howling still
They are, atop, of that far rocky hill,
fighting each other and growling.
It is here that the evil wolverine lurk,
Preying on innocents, going to work,
They now will face his merciless wrath.
Having strayed from the normal quite safe path,
For centuries now this evil place,
Has kept, it’s anonymity safe,
An anomaly, in space and time
Has opened a door, to this world of slime.
How is this possible with modern techniques,
That no one has noticed these terrible freaks
You can try and avoid a confrontation
But something should be done, by the leaders of the nation.
There is God, and He is one.
Without Him, long back we could have gone.
But still, we on our own divide one God;
In His name, still we break our own harmony chord.
We still fight, taking His different name,
And we only in His name bring humanity into shame.
By taking His name when we are bringing destruction,
We call it nothing but religious revolution.
Oh God, why have You made so many human beings,
As they take Your name to become hobgoblins?
Remote from the equator, remote from all light
Lie victims in the hands of an angry man
Who sees law as wet clay, who sees the will of the people not at all
And the spring rainshower of life’s bounties as crowbars
The glory of one man erected like a pyramid upon bullet-riddled bodies and graves
An infidel, casting a midnight fog over the landscape
A black-magic sorcerer, spouting ancient wickedness and spells of confusion
Commanding an army patriotically blinded to all but the dark light
Immolating their countrymen for a moment of warmth
Raping their wives for a moment of pleasure
Sacrificing their country so he might be their king in the moment before its fall
History will set them on Libra’s ethereal scale next to devils and hobgoblins
And other fantastical beings of evil
They will be cursed in the name of a holier authority
Mountaintall bears will rend every ligament of their being
To the smallest indivisible jots
In this life or another
come around to my house
i have a story to tell
do come to my house
it's a gate so close to hell
little demons come to tea
to have butter and crumpets
they come to visit me
and blow their glowing trumpets
hobbits in green hats
goblins in blue
plus big purple rats
and hobgoblins too!!
come around to my house
we have a gift especially for you
oh!!please come to my house
your friends can come too!
the only thing you have to bring
is a furry pink mole!!
the only thing you'll have to bring
is a decent healthy soul!