Long Hobgoblin Poems

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


A complete stark...

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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 smarties excluded from the...

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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 memories temptations and shelter

	pebbles...

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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 just worn...

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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 mouthwash at the edge of jagged chutes. 
Eerie urban...

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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 fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in...

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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 drenched capture -

currents expose lost hope


a life buoy tied to an anchor

flare soaked in life’s...

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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 creating a true sense of dread and macabre.

Even for...

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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 tranquility
but a mermaid surfaces
and bids her farewell

safe voyage she mocks
calls...

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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 date? Oh, yes, oh please.
Dates do not get better...

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