But Gargoyles, bar none, is the most fun I've ever had in life.
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Gargoyles
Pet gargoyles grunt and snore and cough,
But sadly you can't turn them off!
The belch and wheeze and sneeze and spit,
I cannot bear the thought of it!
They slurp and burp, they howl and growl,
They moan and groan; they smell so foul!
Gargoyles gargle, and pass lots of gas,
Their gas it smells like sassafras!
If you get a gargoyle have no fear...
From their FARTS you can make root-beer!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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In fact, I have never met anyone who didn't like Gargoyles.
quote by Keith David
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And it has some weight, I mean, the whole history of the gargoyles, that's some wonderful stuff.
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A Thousand Pimps
the titanic ball room fills
they dance like wicked elves
i'm in love with a mermaid
she swims amidst the Brooklyn bridge
have you seen the drenched castles
the fallen gargoyles
the silk stained with cynical blue
we keep trying but love is steep
she has seen a thousand pimps
betrayal is just another street corner
does she listen to me with disdain
I am still here
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Superman Bound
It seems like a dream now-
my life above ground
flyin' around, gettin' stuff done
doin' lotsa' good
kickin' criminal butt
makin' the babes all swoon
then snatching back my smile;
plunging into the sun
to get some rest
in it's tumbling holocaust.
Watchin' the city sleep
By night, the dumb, unblinking
gargoyles my best pals.
Watchin' the cars, the
planes in the air,
the boats in the Sound;
head in the clouds
me thinkin' and thinkin'
how in the heck I got
this passion for good.
Livin' my daily, foolish lie-
my life in disguise. But now
I'm flat out, a broken toy, the World
rolled to rest on my chest:
and I must taste the
only satisfactory
pity of the city
I just made safe and just.
Thugs breathe a sigh of relief
and bookies take bets on my life.
Did I doubt myself?
Did I doubt my vocation
or do one selfish deed?
I ask myself
over and over again
as I stare down at my toes
yellow, cold and numb
and watch the flies
orbit the fan
in hopeless admiration.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Gargoyles
We gargoyles are perched on high
not to scare you as you enter,
but to protect you from the demons
who may want to get inside.
We are perched here only coming alive
if a demon tries to enter and hurt anyone inside.
The demon’s curses will not work on us
because once a long time ago
we were demons too.
Their magic cannot hurt us,
but we have the powers to drive them back
into the darkness where from
the daylight they must hide.
24 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Dumb
Gabriel whispered in mine ear
His archangelic poesie.
How can I write? I only hear
The sobbing murmur of the sea.
Raphael breathed and bade me pass
His rapt evangel to mankind;
I cannot even match, alas!
The ululation of the wind.
The gross grey gods like gargoyles spit
On every poet's holy head;
No mustard-seed of truth or wit
In those curst furrows, quick or dead!
A tithe of what I know would cleanse
The leprosy of earth; and I -
My limits are like other men's.
I must live dumb, and dumb must die!
poem by Aleister Crowley
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Woman's Fury
you must remember the sweetness
of her: her smile and the touch of her
soft hands
recall: the green hill and the blue
clouds, and the dinner together
candlelit and outside the kiss
by the door
long ago, twenty three years to be
exact, she went ahead and you
promised to follow
it did not work out and then she
comes back with a mask
she writes what you cannot
relate, not a hint of what really
happened
when things did not really work out
between the two of
you
she is emptying herself from anything
about you
it would have been a sweet love story
now the phantoms and gargoyles
are staying in her house
she cannot leave
she never outlived what was it that bound her.
this time, love means a lot if you would only say
I'm sorry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tempestuous sky
THE SKY IS DARK AND VIOLENT
HERE AND THERE A PATCH OF GREY
YOU CAN'T TELL IF IT'S NIGHT OR DAY
IMAGES APPEAR AND DISAPPEAR
AS THE MINDS PRIMEVAL INSTINCTS STRUGGLE TO BE CALM
GARGOYLES AND DEMONS THAT WOULD BE SURE TO HARM
HARRIED CLOUDS RACE ON, CHANGING THEIR SHAPE
IN A BID TO ESCAPE
IT WOULD BE THE YOUNG BIRD THAT FINDS HIMSELF ON THE WING
LITTLE REALISING THIS IS NO TIME TO SING
HOOFED ANIMALS TAKEN ALOFT, SHOULD BE FIRMLY PLANTED ON THE GROUND
MR WIND TAKES IT'S BREATH AWAY SO IT MAKES NO SOUND
HAVING SHOWN IT'S CAPACITY FOR FURY
THE WIND DISSIPATES GIVING OTHER ELEMENTS A GO
IT WON'T BE HAPPY AS ALL COME OUT TO PLAY
WHEN THE SUN BRIGHTENS THIS DISMAL DAY
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Blizzard
Now that the worst is over, they predict
Something messy and difficult, though not
Life-threatening. Clearly we needed
To stock up on water and candles, making
Tureens of soup and things that keep
When electricity fails and phone lines fall.
Igloos rise on air conditioners, gargoyles
Fly and icicles shatter. Frozen runways,
Lines in markets, and paralyzed avenues
Verify every fear. But there is warmth
In this sudden desire to sleep,
To surrender to our common condition
With joy, watching hours of news
Devoted to weather. People finally stop
To talk to each other - the neighbors
We didn't know were always here.
Today they are ready for business,
Armed with a new vocabulary,
Casting their saga in phrases as severe
As last night's snow: damage assessment,
Evacuation, emergency management.
The shift of the wind matters again,
And we are so simple, so happy to hear
The scrape of a shovel next door.
poem by Phillis Levin
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The Norse Gods
Beyond the snow tipped mountains,
where the Norse Gods never speak.
The guardians of winter lay fast asleep.
The endless night has fallen,
upon each sleepy head.
The virgin wilderness lay silent,
without a whisper said.
A sky of many colours,
stretches on forever.
Across this mystic land,
with its silent splendour.
Never touched by human hand.
A writer and a painter,
recluse of I know not where.
Find solace in the conclusion,
that no one will intrude there.
Mind open to the wonder,
that nature has performed.
Imagination has no motive
and the wonder is not deformed.
Grinning like gargoyles
perched on some high crest.
The Nose Gods look down forever.
For them there is no rest.
poem by David Harris
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Specters Overcome
The pain of life ebbing,
coaxes forth vocal declarations.
Alien to one's true character,
as the mind ravaged by infirmity.
By specters, rationality over run.
At the tottering sense of logic, demons feed.
Control of all response ceded unwillingly,
to gargoyles and despots of vile intent.
Such display alien, to sane normalcy.
All without depressed disdain, suffer naught.
Lend your prayers with those of others
this malice, by warriors of virtue conquered.
Be it known to those who mourn.
Spirit warriors of the Supreme, stand ready.
With sword's flashing blades bared.
To escort stalwart legionnaire home.
Let it be well remembered by all.
As the soul ascends to purer station,
left to view naught but, empty shell.
Play space for those, yet to be vanquished.
Rest assured, when the battle is won.
Those demons who ravaged, suffering souls.
They will be banished, driven away.
Peace, stricken souls will at last know.
08Nov09
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Broad Gate
The plague has come
Children of revelry infected
Night with tentacles of pagan masks
Parley with ancient gargoyles
Praise your temple of idols
No asylum, no peace, no salvation
The fever gone, surrender
Tossed with the wind
Love of money over humanity
Itching ears, loss of conscience
All your teachers can't stop death
Fields of evil, the harvest of hell
Drones of sex, Sodom and Gomorrah
Hearts buried and sold
Strange faces of Roman tempest
Lovers of pleasure more than God
False freedom
Fornicators
Given over
Hardened
Defiled
Unforgiving
Bli nd
Slaves of evil
Vile
Lost
The broad gate fills with the living dead
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Third of the Angels
Fallen Roman theater
Tragic goals of the thespian
Eaten by the giant disorder
No war paint on the reservation
Swirling winds of Ulysses
Implode in silk and revelry
Strategy from the mind of a demon
Your play and mask is designed
Stage set like Van Gogh’s madness
Parley with the dead
Script memorized
Satyr drones dance with lutes
Frozen seas with tentacles
Pulled into swords of warlocks
Kings of the denizens
Purple lady fornicates with gargoyles
Repertoire of loss of soul
Your moments of bliss like a prostitute
Sleep with the poised apothecary
Let the bleeding curtains open
Stars fall like twisting snakes
A third of the angels are watching
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Like Pigeons
By the fountain of looming glory
Where the sun kissed the perching water
And the wind opt scents of potpourri
Amidst, winged pebbles futilely spatter
Like frenzied gargoyles draped in downy.
Stationary pigeons of gray and white
Gyrating tally of ubiquitous palpable flock
Nonchalant of the growing breadth of plight;
Blasé of the weary ticks of a spiraling clock:
Brethren of idiosyncratic ignorance in flight
Beseeching dour and muffled coos
Replete with the pathetic volition
Winged harlequins in parks and flues
Anguish beneath the wings of abomination
Fly like bullets! Fly through the fringe of blue!
Leave, and grow wings that can fluster
In the beaming light it shall project
Greens and blues and all it can muster
The innuendo no one can ever reject
The coup of freedom that you have garnered.
poem by Norman Santos
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But For Being Lost
As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.
Yet here stood I, seemingly first to tread this weed-ridden soil
Since times of yore when life had erstwhile blessed this land.
But for being lost in solitude - as does a country wanderer -
Would I not have happened across this morbid landscape.
And though detail rendered barely visible to my naked eye –
For desperately had the moon tried to break through this jet fog –
A sense of something suffused the place.
Was it those tormented spirits desperate for absolution,
Or perhaps the gargoyles teasing me on whether they be of stone or living flesh?
I was drawn to the oak door as it enticingly opened in passage for me.
The organ called from down the nave and through the pale orange of unsteady light
- that which could only be mustered from the few discoloured, moribund candles.
Could I also hear a distant choir of stern voices, as if in effort to scold me?
As I approached, those tarnished pipes came into view.
Standing erect with gothic pride, they bore down on me with patronising air -
Exaggerated by the disjointed sneering of minor chords,
As if to state that insignificant I had henceforth no grant of solace.
In answer, I steadied my rocking legs and racing mind to wonder of this scenario.
And in doing so, I found myself waking from a cramped dream –
Whence the message dawned: mine had been such a claustrophobic life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A short poem on life
Life is a gift
life can be cruel
life can be kind
life can be hard
life can be tough.
life is mysterious
life is strange
life is complex
life is weird.
life has twists
life has turns
life has ups
life has downs.
life for good
life for bad
life for war
life for peace.
life and love
life and hate
life and growth
life and death.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Guernica
Watch me at war really up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're whores that's us
He wanted us he swore and all we've got
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're whores that's us
Simple lives yeah we don't have
We pack up in truth it seems this
Peacemakers has arms that hold fear
See gargoyles can you see the wonder?
Yes I fear the carbine
What does never wrong mean?
That's right
Every one of us he swore so hurry up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
We're hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
Both of us are stitched up now
We're whores sit down
We're Whores
That must mean sinful eyes that maim of fear
It's the look that stings I fear boy
Being distrusting I trust no one
They've been back down for nothing
It was never shared it's ours
We will know those names who follow
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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A Million Murders
Smooth, soft, silk robes of royalty—
Sparkling, shining jewels of majesty—
Grand and great the riches uncoil—
Stones and steel rising from soil.
The coloured peoples gaping in envy
wishing they could be the whites in jealousy:
Oh, if only we had such beautiful buildings
Oh, if only our country was as inspiring.
Yet, in the ground, a buried irony—
For azalea red runs blood and ruby—
For beneath the stoic, impassioned gargoyles—
Behold! The tears of those who toiled.
Their monuments built with Asian antimony—
Their statues and artifacts, African ivory—
Their advanced machines by Eastern oil—
A thousand thefts, a people despoiled.
Smooth, soft, silk robes of royalty—
Sparkling, shining jewels of majesty—
Grand and great the riches uncoil—
Bones and steel rising from soil.
poem by Ong Kar Jin
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Guernica
Guernica is in fact made of stone backwards.
Watch me at war really up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores thats us
He wanted us he swore and all weve got
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores thats us
Simple lives yeah we dont have
We pack up in truth it seems this
Peacemakers has arms that hold fear
See gargoyles can you see the wonder?
Yes I fear the carbine
What does never wrong mean?
Thats right
Every one of us he swore so hurry up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
We both are stitched up now
Were hard with fear hard speak up
You wanna hurt me stop the row
Both of us are stitched up now
Were whores sit down
Were whores
That must mean sinful eyes that maim of fear
Its the look that stings I fear boy
Being distrusting I trust no one
Theyve been back down for nothing
It was never shared its ours
We will know those names who follow
song performed by by Stone Roses
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