#goblins
👻Ghosts 👻
👺Goblins👺
🧙♀️Witches that soar🧙♀️
👽Aliens are Creeping up at your door👽
🐺Wolves that Howl🐺
👾Monster that Growl👾
Spooks of All kinds are on the
Prowl!!!
So, stay at home and don't
come out!!
That's Right!!!!
For the Spooks
👻SO SPOOKY!!!! 👻
come out at night!!
Lock your doors for, you'll be in for a Fright!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (HALLOWEEN) COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
WHAT A SIGHT FOR A FRIGHT!!!!
THE SPOOKS ON (ALL HOLLOWS EVE)
COME OUT AT NIGHT!!!!!!
B.R
Date: 10/25/2022
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC
Zombies are waddling toward their door.
Witches are cackling, black cats are scratching,
And the ghouls want brains and more.
But Brig and Ophelia aren’t scared yet,
They’re waiting inside,
Gobbling strange snacks while they hide.
It’s bugs they like to chew and gnaw;
And they love to eat their spiders raw,
Not fried with onions, like Granda;
Or served with broccoli, like Nana.
Not boiled with worms and creepy crawlers.
Ciaran eats those,
Not these crazed daughters.
Ophelia and Brig
Eat them raw,
Alive, not dead,
With wiggly legs and sharp jaws;
And wrapped up with mosquito heads
In white sticky spider webs.
They eat Black Widows soaked in goblin blood
And wicked witch’s poo;
Made from bats and rats and unschooled fools,
That witches eat to soften stools.
They eat fat spiders
Floating in soup,
That slide and wiggle
Down their throat.
They eat them with their mouldy cheese,
Melted over wasps and bees.
The girls fork down spider stew,
They love the taste “Tres beaucoup.”
The gravy’s made from a mummy’s spit,
And sweat that drips from a ghoul’s armpit.
They like their spiders spread on bread,
A feast to feed the risen dead.
When their snack is finally done,
They’ll pick their teeth and scrape their tongues
For Daddy Long Legs they didn’t eat.
The long legs caught between their teeth.
They'll use those legs to weave a wreath,
To trick flies and bugs and lonely spiders
Into their hungry House of Horrors.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
___ghouls and goblins splash,
face paint melts into the surf,
trickles and retreats___
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
The golden goddess looks around the cold dark house of horrors and see a large light shining from a room upstairs. The golden warriors follow the horses up the stairs to look at the bight light ad a large tunnel in a bright red room.
A frantic golden goddess leads our army up towards the room while the black creatures begin to break down the cold doors of evil. At that point the gargoyles fly down from the large black mountain and start to attack our brave bodies in the house.
We all quickly run down the dimly lit tunnel towards another bright light below. the evil black creatures begin coming up the stairs firing laser shots at our warriors heads. Our army manages to blow some of the dark creatures apart with our glowing cyber swords of hate while running down the tunnel.
After reaching the end of the tunnel we become trapped inside this big green world of plants and trees everywhere. The dark creatures turn back halfway down the tunnel laughing at our warriors of hope.
All of a sudden thousands of green goblins appear in front of us surrounding our full army with hate and anger across their deep red faces. We are all made to stand in a line on the green grass of goblin land.
The gremlins point their big machine guns of hate at our bodies making us throw our weapons on the cold green grass of horror. An army of gremlins march us down towards a bubbling orange river and make us all strip to the smiling hordes of other goblin creatures.
I look in to the eyes of luitent megs while four goblin monsters force the underwear off her shaken body. we are all made to sit in a big steel cage of horror while the goblins lead tow naked warriors to a long blue pole.
The golden goddess and her army watch while the goblins begin to cut off each finger of the brave warriors hand. We all scream anger at the goblins while they begin cutting the poor souls faces off with a large glowing red sword.
A disgusted golden goddess screams in terror while the bodies fall to the the floor faceless with eyes and noses lying in the thick mud of evil. The horses bounce up and down in anger at the goblins evil tricks of horror.
We all lay down in the damp cold smelly cage of hatred while the big blue moon shines over the world of the goblins. The green goblins guards sit and watch our defeated bodies in cold cage of hate.
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
It's Halloween!
by Michael R. Burch
If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;
if shadows fly
the sickled sky,
while children toss their heads
uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!
If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;
if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird dreams
of ugly, wiggly things,
beware the serpent's curse!
If spirits scream
in haunted dreams
while ancient sibyls rise
to plague nightmarish skies
one night without disguise,
while children toss about
uneasy, full of doubt,
beware the Devil's lies . . .
it's Halloween!
Keywords/Tags: Halloween, graveyard, shadows, sickle, moon, witch, witches, goblins, serpents, spirits, ghosts, sibyls, Devil
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 5:32 AM UTC
You-will-not-lie, -bed-chambers-long,
For I, -am-coming-to-get, YOU!
Clawed-through-the-dirt, -up-the-roots,
I am here, -come-to-get, YOU!
Followed-tree-roots, -that-sweet-smelling-Earth!
Here now! -It's time-to-forget-YOUTH.
*HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!* *
*Grab-you-and-cover-those-murmuring-cries.
Drag-you-away, I have got, YOU!
Hungry-I, watering-mouth-glistening-eyes!
Bundle-of-joy, I have got, YOU!
Jump-down-tunnel-for-you-are-my-prize.
Look-at-you-now, my-sweet-tasty-meat-PIE!
*HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
HALLOWEEN THIS! HALLOWEEN THAT!
Aha Ha Ha Ha, -The Goblins Attack!!*
Addendum: The name appears to be an amalgamation etymologically of roots from Greek, Sanskrit and Sumerian. If, of course, you choose to translate it that way. I assume Plato to be an authority on the Ancient Greek's tendency to combine the words of multiple mythologies sharing similar characters linguistically. The purpose of the hyphenation is to suggest the tempo and speed of the rhyme's cadence.
Kalikantzaroi
'The Demon's of Earth'
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
I look upon a hillside green, A cow takes water from a stream,
A fox in play handsome and lean, upon this hillside emerald green,
Though…
Through my window it all seems, so far away, as in a dream.
A breeze picks up to push the grass, in great long sweeps I see it pass,
The sun is high a molten mass, resembling gold or polished brass,
Yet…
Through my window it all seems, so far away, as in a dream.
And to the stream a shepherd lad, shoulders low and poorly clad,
Made his way, though face was sad, for three small sheep were all he had,
Alas…
Through my window it all seems, so far away, as in a dream.
And from the south a minstrel gay, dressed in scarlet white and grey,
Comes skipping toward the stream to stay, beneath a tree I see him lay,
A merry tune begins to play,
And still…
Through my window it all seems, quite far away, as in a dream.
Then ore the hill comes charging quick, a band of goblins armor thick,
And in their hand an iron pick, the sons of light they mean to STICK!
But no…
Through my window it all seems, quite far away, as in a dream.
The shepherd lad a warning cries, before the pick removes his eyes,
The minstrel flees, at least he tries, but goblin chief of massive size,
Outran the man who screaming dies!
Yet still…
Through my window it all seems, quite far away, as in a dream.
The sheep are taken as a snack, the cow is butchered, carried back,
The fox has fled for all are dead, the stream once clear runs ruby red!
And yes…
Through my window it all seems, quite far away, as in a dream.
Now as I gaze, all seams so still, nothing moves nor ever will,
For goblins bear the urge to **** now crimson stains the emerald hill…
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
Criminal Arson, lyrical Spartan
All coming from the dark abyss
of my apartment
I'm Aiming for your cartilage
Heart attacks happen often
Watch your ****
watch your next step
Slip up, to get surgery
like open neck
Don't expect
this **** to be progressive
nor a lullaby
I've been non-aggressive
for the longest time
I deserve some credit
for this overtime
I have reached a point
where I'm disrupting lives
Cold bars
see we're living in some chilly times
Every day I cross the street
yet I'm negligent of the signs
if I get hit is that ****** or suicide?
I see it as do or die
that action is to defined
These words move faster
For people with slower minds
This accent is Anglo-Saxon,
to massive yet to disguised
I write in the form of acid
too drastic for you and I
Avoiding all of the masses
by acting like I am passive
When really my minds a passage
That leads to actions erratic
Most people are systematic
Calculated by habits
Always missing in action
Due to lack of a passion
Distorted by forms of havoc
Armageddon again, again and again
Tell this message to your fam and a friend
Famine, no salmon nor small m&ms;
This is the end
counter clockwise is this demonstration
Illustrations
in the form of verbal detonations
Professor X with a hex that will stop all ovulations
So that the idea of having a child
will only exist in imaginations
This is future annihilation
instinctual termination
Nuclear concentrated
enough to change all that's physical, the removal of hair follicles
So visceral, diabolical cynical
my methodical rituals
Render foes
to their minimal state
I trust as far as I can throw you
What's you physical weight?
I'm hoping to take,
this **** to the next level
So I pulled out the Weegee board and had a chat with the devil
He made me a solid offer
I simply couldn't refuse
There was one thing that I had to do
I dipped a dreidel in a bowl of holy water, then spun it on top the altar, father took a turn but it seems that his luck had Faltered, broke was the man, so in turn, the church had to offer a bundle inside a basket
Which cradled a couple dollars
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
The trolls don't like the orcs
the orcs don't like the elves
the elves don't like the goblins
the goblins, don't like themselves
Fairies can be such snobs
on this, each and all agree
whether alone, or in mobs
each, proud of pedigree
The singular exception
and it makes sense to me
a need of complete contraception
eradicating, the goblin family tree
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Today is the day
We dress up like the skeletons in our closet
We will see witches
But we will not remember the normal women in Salem
Accused
Today is the day
We let the children dress up like goblins
Wrap their arms around our necks
As the demons from our past leer just behind
Breathing down our backs.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
The pains too deep.
I just can't sleep.
I feel the monsters as they creep.
Demons dancing.
Goblins prancing.
Nameless blobs won't stop laughing!
I did this!
I am why they all exist.
And with my mind they play and twist.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I was hanging out with ghouls and demons
Met a man named Johnny
He bought me a drink and he wasn’t from another world
Hey Johnny hey Johnny what’s the price of a dance?
Let me melt in your eyes
Boy to Man
I’m not at all
Hey Johnny Hey Johnny
Up to a groove
Switching our feet on the dance floor and making a move
I’m feeling like I’m on the moon
Haunting me
Making me dance with something invisible
Johnny are you there?
Are you a ghost or man?
Or not at all
Oh my goblins
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC