Short Gargoyle Poems
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peculiar frog
on a rock-
reptilian gargoyle
angry wind
sweeps across land-
stumbling bird
Whenever it rained
I cried till my voice was hoarse
For that one I'd know
Then I saw her roam the sky
Reminding me I could fly
the gargoyle spouted restless streams until
icicles silenced the steady façade’s faucet
into perma-frosted solitude in meditation
Slippery squat salamander squinding,
Sucking, slurping under my sailboat.
Deviously deciding a dindling,
Grotesque gargoyle giants squind your throat!
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
There a premodern smile does emerge
From a hymn and a funeral dirge
For it e’er hails the skies
With its wise stony eyes
Knowing heaven and earth soon must merge
What the hell is happening?
Amazing beat
Life endeavors
Gargoyle eyes
A powerful sword
A hungry wolf
A blaze of smoke
Raise the gun
Fire a rocket
Not a bullet
Ultimate encoding
Never again!
Form:
gargoyle friendly
dark cathedral with arches
Victorian glass
attracts vampires
priest performs exorcism
adjoining graveyard
hair stands up on arms
eerie silence from this place
I feel threatened
Gremlin and Gargoyle, a couple of giant alley cats
Swing their tails hard, knocking away six measly rats
They were looking for something meaty to eat
Finally found a opossum carcass, now isn’t that sweet?
fantastic faerie
powerful pixie
generous gremlin
darling devilkin
greenish gargoyle
ferocious fey
terrible troll
spirited sprite
goofy gremlin
dragonfly
damselfly
hobgoblin
brownie
urchin
imp
Brisk
breeze blows
before grim
gray gargoyle clouds
explode with static glee
rinsing the joyous sweat from
fleeing parents and progeny
scattering like insects in the spray
of annoyance at their sheer existence.
The head of a gargoyle
rests in one hand
the scent of olive oil
aloft in the wind
While elves make mischief
in sweatshops subterranean
guilt storms man's conscience
'gainst backdrops Notre Damian
Gothic creatures of old
gaze down from their ledges
glaring at unseen threats.
Grotesque legends of stone
garner my attention
garish symbols ward off
ghoulish evil demons.
Written on 11/30/2016
Pleiades
Winged gargoyle appeared in my sleep with glaring teeth.
I felt intimidated, there seemed to be sinister ways beneath.
Why would the sleep faerie put such a gargoyle in my dream?
I ran from this monster, my terrified heart pumping full steam!
steering blatant revelries, ghouls engaged to death
chomping down streetlight openings in bitter stone
bow walled yew tree drifters, steps of many feet in
shallow parade to pew, the kneel cushion's betrayal
- how the shadowless crave… and the headless sing
Gary the gargoyle crept out of his crypt and up the side of a wall
From there he could see that the villagers were no kind of tall
He knew even with pitchforks and hoes they would not scare him
What too you so long? Asked him sidekick, a ghoul name of Jim.
What makes this faerie special?
She is naked.
The gargoyle rolled his eyes.
They are all naked under their clothes, he said.
True enough.
She is pretty.
He scoffed.
She is kind and generous.
He kept waving his hand, encouraging her to tell him more.
An expert at not having to hold up his end of a conversation.
A bird flutters its wings,
Propelling itself into flight.
A gargoyle stares down at
London with its gruesome smile.
A whale swims slowly,
Its huge mouth open to eat.
Under the ground, a mother
Rabbit nurses her young.
A boy lays sleeping,
Darkness falling.
All the places we can go,
None is as pleasant as home.
Elf Adrie creeps into surviving
elongaged Germanic black forest shadows
Boichem, tolerant gargoyle, pretends indifference.
They have pussyfooted around each other for decades
Pretending the other does not exist.
Adrie sends up a plea to her cousin Faral, the half-faery
Who replies, but is eaten by gargoyle upon forest entry.
A gorilla asked for my stomach today
I could do without it, so I gave it away.
My family thought this was a huge mistake
Except for my gargoyle, his name is Mandrake.
Some of the relatives began to make fun of me.
Mandrake lovingly slipped arsenic into their tea.
No one bosses us around anymore.
Except maybe the once-healthy lion, who is dying next door.
North wind seemed to breathe heavier tonight
I felt a shadow gargoyle sit down on my chest
My lungs labored to breathe,
I heard two sets of footsteps,
Was someone following me?
I felt threatened without understanding why
I stumbled on a chunk of rock,
and wondered if it was a skull
It was one of those kinds of nights
A flashlight would have made all the difference to me
cerise and scarlet
dappled on emerald leaves...
autumn is bleeding
a jack-o'-lantern
an orange pumpkin carving...
gargoyle sentinel
swirls of opaque ice
frosty crystalline glass panes...
winter approaches
(haiku)
09/21/2022
A Haiku Collection of Three - Nature-Themed
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Poetry Contest
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Are you a witch, a faerie or a pirate queen?
She giggles and she nods her head.
I am a gargoyle and a dragon too, she says.
Then she pirouettes. She is wearing a crown and cowboy boots.
Seven-years-old, and she knows no limits.
Which one are you at this second? I ask her.
“A faerie? A witch or a pirate queen?”
She laughs. “I am a princess cowboy,” she replies.
Wise beyond her years.
I have a pup called Sheeba
And Muttley is her mate,
And when it comes to dinner time
My pups are never late.
They ate my Gargoyle Monster Set,
They ate my teddy-bear,
They ate my pet goanna,
They just didn't seem to care.
They ate my budgie Hercules,
They ate my mother's mat,
Now they waddle everywhere,
My pups are very fat.
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a giant genuine gargoyle greets you said the gothic cathedral host.
as if this terrifying statue of scariness is a good thing of which to boast.
the kindergarteners were screaming as they got off the tour bus.
it took weeks for us to simmer them down, me and my teacher pal Gus.
never again we told the principal, we will not take anyone five.
they were frightened to death, thinking they might not leave alive.