Short Goblin Poems
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The goblin was wobblin’ along,
Tipsy and singing a song.
It’s hard to cause fright,
When sober not quite,
He hadn’t the heart to do wrong.
diddly dole
diddly dole
a goblin ate the custard
from the trifle bowl
diddly dole
diddly dole
another ate the jelly
and the trifle – stole!
The trio – Jackal, Fangas, and Goblin,
saw a gruesome circus in Doblin.
Fangas whined and cried,
Goblin turned bug-eyed,
so Jackal whisked them home a squabblin’.
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
A crusty goblin cracked a crevassed grin
While chasing odd witches in a tailspin
He heisted her fat black cat
Whereupon her broom she sat
To kill all the rats in his crusty den
stand here
and stead
with staff
in hand
tawed
tined
and staid
Hob –
goblin
he, a
tricky
ol’ fellow
haughty
‘n hasty
in greed
Already your letter crumbles
S’s and f’s and remnants of
Harpooned words
Eaten greedily by the goblin of
Squandered adoration
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Received 1st place in "A Choice of Form" contest"
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:
I have two legs and four hands but I am no Keshav
I have four brothers at birth, but I am no Pandav
I guard the good and kill evil, but I am no Sarvani
I kill with my Fab weapons, but I am no Himaani
I am the descendant
of the myths
I am a Fae
mischievous and playful
I am a Goblin
crafty and clever
I am a Nymph
protector of the woods
as much as id like to be
these things i will never be fully
I am the descendant
of the myths
I am a Fae
mischievous and playful
I am a Goblin
crafty and clever
I am a Nymph
protector of the woods
as much as id like to be
these things i will never be fully
There once was a bad ghoulish goblin.
Thump, thump on a crutch he was hobblin’.
It was Halloween night.
He dared to give a fright.
But he fell to the ground; he was wobblin’.
© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
A corner lifted
Like today's dawn
Bright burnt redness
The goblin smiled.
A lip curved
Like today's moon
Cookie cut darkness
The goblin smiled.
A teeth peeped
Like today's lightening,
Zig zag whiteness
The goblin smiled.
wind windy, windy shore,
wind with affectionate lonely hug of soul
from whence comes the wind
if not from thence prank
The long-shore winds
wind blowing so long
wind came into the forest
taken by sea goblin
kota kinabalu
1:12am
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Little boy goblin living deep in the woods so happy and gay.
I like to think of you when I crunch the leaves every which way.
Sometimes you appear as if by magic and it is so keen to see….
The way you are lively and fun like a friendly goblin can be.
I see you
Little goblin girl
Your head popped above the row
Of bushes but of discord too, we grow
Blue and green were shades of the same color
Blew past and ahead of me were you allowing me
To see where you once and again will be, free to be me
Bar Snacks
A man walks into a pub
And asks if they sell bar snacks.
The barman says that they do,
"We've got roast goblin,
Grilled leprechaun
And deep fried fairy"
The man thought for a moment
"They all sound very tasty
But don't you serve anything elfy?"
Form:
selling the story
the goblin laughs at his sophomore effort
last year was rich
this year sweat shrouded the air
it was verscal in its effect
Do we still believe in dreams
as the sun shines daily
fortune most fugit
the autumn brigade has began
This idol, this man holds a place in my heart.
He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start.
He played as a king of a goblin land.
Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand.
David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.
Ghosts on a trampoline jumping with a zing and a zang.
I watch them parading with a clang, clang, clang.
A grotesque goblin greets a gremlin gang.
Beloved belfry bats bang bells with a bang.
It’s a Halloween picnic for Hecliff the Hang.
A monster who talks us all up in a Tenessee twang.
The closet door is partially open,
More than a crack.
Yet I cannot see
The goblins yet.
My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to
Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman
Under my bed, ready to grab my feet
Or my hand.
Oh, yes, the closet door is open.
witch's brew thier stew
as black cats nestle close to broom
zombies awake out of gloom
with a twisted smile upon thier face
children dress in goblin suits
prancing though the dreary streets
while real werewolves and vampires watch under full moon
as parents hand out trick and treats to expected strangers
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Pumpkins
Pumpkin lights glow eerie
Piercing the goblin night
Phantoms swirl in their gleam
Prowling tendrils creep in
Puzzles of shadows that
Pass through orange spells with
Perfumes of passing ghosts.
Halloween goblins roaming nights halls
A goblin party, when the night falls
Looking for treats, they all get their kicks
Loving to delve into their bags of tricks
Oh the unsuspecting…
Women and men, their children, protecting
Everyone beware
Even children, out there and
Never look a goblin in the eye!
the gentle tap of dainty fairy feet
as they dance the night away.
see the last flicker of their wings
as their feet disappear into the midnight air.
hear them tap their shoes.
see them go into orbit and land at twilight.
hear their little whispers and cries for help
as a goblin snatches them away.
and all that's left is a pair of fairy shoes.