Long Goblin Poems
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six ghoulish goblins glowing in the dark
one of them suggests a Halloween lark
painting crazy faces on jack-o-lanterns in the road.
a witch goes crazy; one turns into a loud toad.
another ghoulish goblin chases the witch away.
She has run out of spells and screams along the way.
black cat dances past them carrying a scalding pot.
wearing huge kitchen mitts, just like he ought.
five ghoulish goblins go out to trick or treat.
No one screams tonight as they go down the street.
On Halloween everyone looks spooky like a creep.
Tasty newfound candy lulls five ghoulish goblins to sleep.
during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches ask him here
cast your spell and make him appear.
I wish this Goblin to weave my baskets
I ask you witches
to tell him and ask it!
Spear, spear, sword
and arrow.
the becks of hawks, eagles, and sparrows
said the Wicca Witches.
weave your own baskets to
use as bags
to fill with stones
so heavy one must drag.
snails, and worms, and lizards to
if we were married now we're through
mount your horse and be on your way
be gone, be gone
hear what we say!
then suddenly the goblin appeared
and challenged the broad-shouldered man.
the tumbled
and fell on the baskets and pots
the grappled rolling around
non-stop.
the broad-shouldered man
grabbed a bag
and placed on the Goblins head
to calm his mad!
he told him he'd
feed him and cloth him
if he came to
weave his baskets
the Goblin grunted
as the Broad-shouldered man asked it.
he took him off
to make his baskets
a bag over his head
they mounted the horses
and off the fastest.
Weeks later
here again they came
the witches were in any mood
for these foolish games.
they casted a spell
and the broad-shouldered man fell
and became a frog
that with a tail
the Goblin grunted
and returned to the cave
making the Witches pots
like he were there slave!
We had ghouls, ghosts,
and a goblin.
There were Skeletons, Skulls,
Batman and Robin.
A bank robber, an Indian,
and a Judge.
We had popcorn, cookies,
homemade fudge.
A Werewolf, Count Drac,
and Frankenstein.
Beer, Alcohol, and
Moonshine.
We had Joints, Dabs and
some Hash.
Skin Heads, Bikers and
White Trash.
A poker game, music,
and tattoos.
Christians, Pagans, Muslims
and a Jew.
No cops, no fights,
no drama.
No broken bone, blood
or blunt force trauma.
No one passed out
on the floor.
This was Halloween
2024.
Turbo1904?
Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Wicked witches’ evil glare,
grisly ghouls' ghostly stare,
taunting with a double-dare.
All in fun to give a scare.
Haunted houses with darkened walls;
afraid to walk spell-bound halls.
Toffee apples, popcorn balls;
eating brains and toad eyeballs.
Trick-or-treating door-to-door.
Treats too tasty to ignore.
Harmless tricks more smile than roar,
kept us giggling for much more.
Parents, neighbors joined the fun.
Scary ghost stories spookily spun.
Fortune tellers’ crystal balls to shun.
Homemade costumes unique to one.
Creamy fudge and devil’s food cake,
all wrapped up for us to take.
Mom's scratch treats, nothing fake.
She took all day long to bake.
Bewitching hour over, fun now done,
to our homes we’d quickly run.
Goodie bags that weighed a ton.
We would share with everyone.
Playing games and laughing out loud,
good times again next year we vowed!
The wealthy seek company with your ten-acre heart and half-acre mind.
Groupies swarm beneath your haloed window even on rainy nights.
Tapping tambourines and triangles to poultice out those nuggets of life.
You slowly walk away from the frame and tiredly kiss them goodnight.
You try to temper pace, but the takers ripped the sundial from you.
Swarming like locusts- toting manuscripts, a photo shoot or two.
Who knew babysitting the universe could be so damn exhausting.
Impossible to escape from the talons of a new-age paparazzi.
All that you loved and lived for has long ago withered and died.
You barricade yourself from the gaze of a billion jagged green eyes.
Another golden chessboard gifted to you from an aging king.
Yet another bribe to pry from your palm the secret of eternity.
It all became too much; you've become the world's origami freak.
Folding and unfolding to appease the whirling maelstrom of greed.
You realize (too late) that the elixir is no blessing but a cutting curse.
You've been committed to an asylum called the song of dead birds.
You're 6006 years old, playing endless chess with moonbeams and ghosts.
Dimming lights-drawing shades to drown out the mirror and the smoke.
You try explaining to Dr. Narcotic that you're not a goblin, God, nor prophet.
Just a blue-collar pawn who stumbled upon an elixir of misery and rot.
Lyrical post, written to the tune of Don McClean's 'Vincent.' (aka 'Starry, Starry Night)
Horrid, Horrid night
Trick or Treating filled with dread
Fending off the living dead
Chased by monsters out to steal my soul
Shadows on the street
A haunting ghost that has no feet
I hear the sound of my heartbeat
Someplace to hide was the task at hand
Now I understand
What you want to do to me
That's why I'm struggling for my sanity
Please don't eat me! I have to flee!
He cannot hear because he has no ears
That multiplies my fears
Horrid, Horrid night
Vampire bats and flying witches
Frankenstein's bloody stitches
Zombies, ghouls and spells cast with voodoo
Oh, what should I do?
Surrounded by all these freaks
Black cats screech and goblin shrieks
This creepy holiday should be banned
Now I understand
what they want to do to me
That's why I'm struggling for my sanity
"Go away! You're all so beastly!"
But they would not listen. Still on the prowl
I hear a werewolf howl.
Full moon is in eclipse
I cry with trembling lips
It seems no hope is left in sight
On this horrid, horrid night
I ran for my life, as cowards always do
Escape was what I had in mind
Halloween isn't meant for me
On a witch's broom I flew
Horrid, horrid night
When wicked ones have convened
Evil demons and the fiend
Whose diabolic eyes I can't forget
It was a night filled with regret
cast in the fiery depths of hell
Had I been bewitched by a spell
and left to die in the devil's pit below
Now I think I know
What they tried to say to me
And why I struggled for my sanity
Why they finally set me free
Clock chimes at midnight, were striking on the hour
Expelled was their power
Or there is any where for thee to hide
within this our friendly galy tide
or thus our country can endure a sly
of air or unidentified folly
oh! here is now weary of thy a style
to strike, state and define only a tale
and dividing mountains and rivers shores
thee how may long to complain its funs
evil is a hot charcoal in the dark
now tell us how could such be a dreamed rank
oh! thee pedagogue of all summer ice
we still have no alternative chance
than to reap thy a rocketed blocks
were it built and lied yesterday days
were all monsters and dragons confederated
to give thee a meaning or love or a bond
we have never and ever accept
to live by such rules, oh! corrupt?
nor nature shows that a shadow
nor still culture would once draw
a semblance to such corruption
even nightmares are so holly to mean
oh! goblin of syndrome bewitching earth
unkind itching, a fool's happy path
we will never remain dwarfed
nor whose country or continent shall fiend
nor which government is only fourty
or fifty two only seeming funny
or when we are asked we remain shaken
whose then shall be the burden?.
You believe
it’s all innocent,
the programs
that infiltrate your mind.
it builds
from age to age,
and it’s nothing new.
there is
nothing new, under the sun.
You believe
the devil does not exist,
likewise God,
but you do believe
in good and evil.
You know
it exists!
You’re tempted to eye
ghost and goblin surprise.
You let in the flood,
don’t even repair
the dike.
You play with cards
and ouija boards.
You pretend that there is no spirit
behind the deck, the intent.
You admire gems,
not for God’s masterpiece,
instead for a power.
You’re holding an idol.
Wear it - fine,
but don’t play with fire.
The burn is building as you
are blending spells.
You think it is innocent!
Open up
the book
that tells the truth.
Why be afraid of it?
Don’t lie
and say I don’t understand it.
I bet you very well
understand the commandments.
What is lacking is mercy and grace -
you’ve hidden those under fairytales.
The devil is snickering.
When he gets found out he has a mad temper -
he doesn’t want you to believe in anything
but your self,
to thank your self importance,
forget everyone who has ever been
there for you.
he wants you mean and bitter,
tender to the bone,
burnt to a crisp.
Let God have the final word, on that,
then you won’t lose
your soul.
10/9/2022
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
Beautiful things in life have to do with taste
But who can tame those taste buds that seem to never waste
Has anyone been so careful in his eating habits
Today we are constantly nibbling like bunny rabbits
It is through eating that our first parents were tempted
And it is in through eating (the eucharist) that our sins get exempted
Yet food has been the greatest battle in my life
Greater than even those which I have with my wife
Monday to Fridays we are over our laptops, slouched
Come weekends-endless are the walks between the refrigerator and couch
And what of today, burgers, fries and other fast foods
Swiggy, Zomato and other food deliveries get us in right mood
At the swipe of our cell phone everything made so easy
We want to tempt those taste buds even when the thought makes us queasy
At the rate at which we are gobbling
I’m afraid in the mirror one day I will be spooked by an ugly fat goblin