Short Gargoyles Poems
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Brownies, goblins and gargoyles too
Entered the laces of a good girl’s shoe
She danced up a storm
With my cousin Norm
At the end, she had plenty of woo.
Gargoyles watching from rooftop corners
Casting an evil eye on every miscreant.
Guarding the premises with contempt.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Gypsy-like, ghosts wander,
gathering 'round gallows,
ganging in the gloaming.
Gleeful on Halloween,
gargoyles join their revels,
gaudy, garish and gauche,
glamorous in the gloom.
Five ghostly cats rose from the bowels of Jack
Appeared silently with no clatter or clack.
How did that jack-o-lantern create those ghoulish cats?
Wondered gargoyles, ghouls and ebony bats.
daffy dapper dotted Dalmatians
enthusiastically expel eager excitement
fretfully fearing fuzzy frugal felines
giving gravestones and gargoyles goosebumps
hair-raising to the horrified hairy hounds
Gloaming gone, gloom begins;
gabbling ghouls gyrate on
gargoyles, gawping with their
grim glaucous eyes, scaring
gravid girls, gormless boys;
goatish hooves gigue upon
gibbets, grave corpses jig.
I had seen crazy gargoyles before
Anyway, I thought I had
I thought I had
But this guy was something else
With his wolf-like chin
And his oversized smile
He was grinning like he had just had a lobotomy
Perhaps he had
Perhaps he had….
Frightening witches are scary, ghost and ghouls are all a wreck.
Horrible gargoyles and vampires will bite your little neck.
My four-year-old nephew shushed me. I thought what the heck?
You are scaring the jack-o-lanterns," He said. “Stop Uncle Beck!"
Religious votives
light a somber lair.
A hole I fathered
with rhinestones of doubt
and swatches of fault.
Sentinels loom -
vapid gargoyles
crouch in ghostly
contemplation
ogling my
handiwork.
Poised to pounce
when the
flames die
out.
Zeus fought the elves and the gargoyles for Stonehenge picnicking rights
Stonehenge laughed at this, thinking Zeus was insane
And of course he might have been but who in their right mind
will tell that to a god?
Even if it is a little god
not the big one.
Sunflower faerie exited the field, heading toward a new meadow
Hundreds of sunflower heads turned and watched her go
Lost another one, two of them said sadly.
They could not keep a faerie after she turned thirteen.
The age when faeries and girls turn into ogres and gargoyles.
ghostly nuances
haunted houses galore
madcap witches
trick or treaters
giggling with gusto
hoping to be scared
dracula howls
terrifyingly real
vampire sandwich
ghoulish gargoyles
hiding among princesses
going house to house
dance of the weirdos
octobers insanity
no masks needed
She masquerades by candle light
hope unparaded
triumphs
Lady Eleanor will you dream tonight
waiting for the stone gargoyles
by the wayside
by someones achilles heel
you are the slayer
akin to something sinister
you walk to the tower
where you can see enlarge
your designs
by the misty morning
Poetry is a sumo wrestler in honey
throwing chickens into the mouth of a tornado
Poetry is a magic pen that slams words down hard onto a page,
Intriguing a mind
Who has no idea from whence she came
Poetry is an entity with a mind of its own,
playing with faeries and gargoyles.
Poetry is my pirate queen
It’s always the last of the booming sounds.
That, which ricochets slowly into the tunnel of
Our souls —that hard, wavering metallic
Whisper —wafting high and solemnly — from the belfry,
Floating through the spikes of Gothic sails,
Frightening gargoyles and hushing magpies,
On its way down to the audience of Sunday.
flaking paint
on peeling buildings
throws
clock fingers
through the last plumes of yesterday
Argus stained waiters
Gargoyles chewing on cigars
Smile till swede
Worshiping the harlequins
Sailors with denim eyes
velvet dolls with braided smiles
worshiping the dreams of night
and the Serpentine dulls grey, disowned
You slice through wind and rain
Like raven shaded sickles.
My ebony gargoyles,
Yet there is nothing monstrous
About the fine arc you follow as
You flare out into a flattering skirt.
Know that when you're final hour arrives,
And you fall onto my cheek
Like the hand of a gentle lover, your
Departure will be met with elegy.
gargoyles and ginseng
ukeleles and eucharists
poinsettias and pancreases
Thracians and Thermopylaes
all of the above, some of the above
one of the above, none of the above ~
everything, something, one thing, no
thing in common with Brahman
Brahmin
Bar Man
or
Bra-Man
gallant gangsters glorified Germanic gargoyles
graceful gentlemen garnishing gossiping gazelles
glimpsing garbled, gaudy, garish glistening gracefulness
goblin’s Gothic genealogy generating gauzy galactic giants
Giggling galloping godmother germinating gingerbread gags
Gaunt, gooey galoots guiding gabby geese to Graceland’s gates
I will build my own garrison
With gargoyles a plenty
My troops led by Harrison
Who has the confidence of many
You cannot stop me, Mom.
I am on a mission from God.
Ice cream? It’s the bomb.
Garrison can wait he says with a nod.
After the sweet treat
He climbs up in his bed
To dream of his own army
He is three, our young Ted.
Welcome me not for
"I" have been here before
That strong luminence only
ancient night's recall
From my lofty throne angels soar
bleakly-shining they bring you more
Welcome me not for
all other god's will concour
When the sun chose to rule dayly;
gargoyles, vampires, wolverines and all
bowed to me for they saw-
"I" only could give them more
carved jack-o-lanterns
a sentinel of pumpkins
vegetable gargoyles
an ebony cat
a marble gravestone scratchpad
feline familiar
wolves howl at the moon
bat wings whisper in the dark
creatures of the night
monsters in costume
banging on neighborhood doors
shouts of trick-or-treat
Halloween conjures the dead,
fueling feelings of dread.
When I was splashing in the lane,
The colors of the rain
Were ribboning my April sky
Bright hues of years gone by.
Too soon, the boy became
A gambler in a game
Of crushing odds and devil-loaded dice,
The weather weeping ice.
Maturity. I damn the dice that roll
And dare not probe my soul
Where equilibrium is reaved in half,
Where perching gargoyles laugh.
One night, I stumbled impetuously in what seems like a market
Where gargoyles and gangrenes were sold in secret and hidden places
I watched the seller closely and a gelded man! I saw signs of
Pity, I felt for him until he started hinting at shooting cupid's arrow at me
What an irony! I said to myself until I found out that I was lost in the market of gargoyles and gelded men!!!
There survives a burg, strangled by,
A fume as thick as thieves,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The adroit aggrieved.
Skyscrapers and broad avenues,
Where vast trains shunt and squall,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The vestige’s caterwaul.
Where night tide is perennial,
The gargoyles chill and ward,
Aged curves and finials resist,
Thick gnarling walls contort.
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