Long Gnome Poems
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The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
What a glorious sight as you flit about on your gossamer wings!
You visit me each day and, Oh!, what pleasure to me it brings!
Welcome to my humble abode, please make yourself at home,
As you sample sweet nectar from my flowers and visit my garden gnome!
You wintered in sunny Mexico and I envy you for that my dear friend,
While I suffered blizzards in Colorado of which there seemed no end!
'Tis awesome that you flew so many miles to return to your favorite haunt,
Guided by The Master Compass Who safeguarded you during your jaunt.
What a sensation of angelic breath you impart when upon my hand you light!
Thank you for the beauty you add to His Creation for my and others' delight!
Godspeed as you begin your journey south, you've brought me so much cheer,
And I pray that you or one of your offspring will visit me again next year!
A delicately eerie feeling of Namaste greeted Gnomstar as she stood silently
Revering the sanctity of the forest, feeling awed and honored
No mere mortal had ever seen the spiritual lights of the evening maiden.
Being a gnome elfling meant she was one of the few to ever see it.
Was she sensing it or actually seeing it? This was unclear.
Whatever was happening had activated all six of her senses.
She was thrilled to be given the experience, knowing it could not be explained.
It had to be lived, and only a very few were given the honor of this
Knowing without knowing how you know.
She knew she would never be the same.
Magical stag appears on October 22nd every nineteenth year.
The forest comes glistening to life when he doth appear.
The faeries sing their tribute to this keeper of the woods.
He is ethereal and magic, and he brings the fey such goods!
With the stag comes starlight, sent by pinkish angels bright.
From heaven they feature him, giving him a chosen spotlight.
The brownies and the elves awaken, in the middle of the night.
The prophecy has come true! They shriek with utter fey delight.
The stag signifies healing, love, warmth, hope and other joys.
He does not come lightly, so the faeries wake up girls and boys.
A celebration is held in his honor, but with silence for it’s what he asks.
Keeping the brownie and gnome babies quiet is an awful task.
It’s the prince! The forest whispers; Luna moth glides through to say.
The stag is here, it is going to be a wonderful year, and marvelous fine day.
The forest blinks with happiness, feeling loved, honored and adored.
I have seen him three times in my lifetime. With this I’ll never be bored.
The silent letters were not happy.
They wanted someone to notice what they did.
The k from knife walked in first,
but his arrival slipped past their eyes.
The w from write brought a pen.
The g from gnome brought tea.
The b from doubt raised his hand and asked - “Does anybody notice me?”
They shared their little troubles,
and joked about being ignored.
They lived inside familiar words,
but stayed quiet all along.
Then an oxymoron walked in
with a strange expression of his own.
“I’m an honest liar,” he said,
“I’ve been this way awhile.”
“I’m a pretty ugly genius
they told me so.
I’m seriously funny,
with my own confusing style.”
The letters shared a silent joke.
The visitor laughed along.
It was a gathering with no noise at all,
where the quiet letters finally got noticed.
Silent Letters and Oxymorons
Contest Judged: 9/2/2026 12:00:00 AM
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
(1st Place)
He’s late-stage Charles Bukowski,
Hunching gnome-like over the bar,
With weary eyes, and scruffy stubble.
It’s sure he must have seen some trouble.
But he’s got plenty of cash in his pockets,
Along with the keys to a stolen car.
He smells of sea air, wet cement, and whiskey.
His tattoos could be urban graffiti,
Just random tags on ghetto limbs,
An ancient, coded treasure map
Charting landmarks through the route of his career.
He eyes a buxom tavern wench,
Who looks wholesome as a menthol cigarette,
And orders up another round for them all.
The Buccaneers’ Union provides him a generous pension.
He’s living his best life ever on a bounty of plundered loot.
Avast ye! Let’s drink to the golden years.
A day without sunshine is like... well... night”
A brilliant axiom I say
To the person that uttered this amazing observation
You certainly just made my day
“If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off”
That's a mighty safe assumption
So stop your belly aching and enjoy yourself
Invite someone out for some munchin'
“Don't sweat the petty things or pet the sweaty things”
Surely can get pretty gross
Especially if a person hasn't bathed for a month
Takes the thrill outta being close
“I started with nothing and still have most of it”
This one most certainly hits home
I'm sure almost everyone can relate to these words
Sorry I didn't listen to that gnome
“You can't have it all coz where would you put it”
I'll figure something out you can bet
Buy me a mansion with seventy-three rooms
Become the happiest pack rat yet
The Fairie Beast
He was smaller than most
but larger than some
and only last week
he’d been sucking his thumb
when he spied in the bushes
the curious sight
pixie gold creatures
near the edge of the night.
He covered his face
and rubbed his stunned eyes
then looked again
and to his surprise
found them still there
even more than before
arriving it seemed
through a garden floor door.
He edged his nose closer
as if drawn by the scent
of these miniature Fairies
as they came and they went.
T’was then that he saw
the Gnome marble eyes
peering at him
from his gnomic disguise
grumbling now with wrinkly nose
he spoke, this old Gnome,
in an unfriendly tone
“Hey kid, go on home.”
Then suddenly all
were trembling and scared,
as a horrible growl
deepened and neared.
They froze as if caught
in the ice breath of frost
for they had come early
not knowing the cost.
There was no escape’
no exit by cape
for someone had closed
the garden floor door.
Then the beast of the growl
let out a foul howl
a shuddering yelp
as if calling for help
for in his haste
he had stuck in his snout
now he was caught
and couldn’t get out.
The Fairies all whispered
the Gnome only sneered
they wanted to help him
it did sound quite weird
to free the “grand beastie”
to just set him free
and hope that he wouldn’t
eat both them and me.
And so they agreed
to do this good deed
to hope for the best
after he had been freed.
With the help of such kindness
and the Fairie’s dust wand
that night in the garden
they formed a strange bond
of human and Fairie
and great hairy beast,
sat and enjoyed
a Gnome/Fairie feast.
Now in the garden
near the edge of the night
hear the great beastie snoring
see the Fairies in flight.
John G. Lawless/7/9/2014
My garden is full of colorful flowers
The fragrance they unfurl cleans our soul
They do not need the rain showers
We happily feed the plant,since it's our ultimate goal.
Humming birds are the regular visitors
They intimate their presence by their beautiful tone
In the midst of the garden,we affixed a bird feeder
It helps to feed the birds,even we are out of town
Once a little boy visited our garden
He had a mango seed in his hand
He looked like a fairy,his appearance brightens
like the sunshine,he obliged me to bury the seed
I said that we should plant a sapling
as this would not get enough strength to grow
He said "faith can do anything"
and again compelled me to sow
I am not sure whether he is a gnome or pixie
But there was something in his words
Now my garden has a big mango tree
and it has become a party place for the birds
They call me a silly old jester
A title I'm proud to possess
Love making people titter and giggle
Some dribble all over their dress
Don't mean to cause embarrassment
If some of you can't keep control
Numerous trips to the little boy's room
Heading straight for the porcelain bowl
Hope it's not causing mental anguish
If you soil your tighty whities
Or when you ladies start squirming around
As you sit there in your nightie
Forgot to tell you, got your place bugged
I can see right into your home
You know up there on your mantelpiece
There's a camera inside that gnome
Some consider it an invasion of privacy
But it's good for this old grey noodle
Watching you giggle and wiggle about
Having fun like a frisky young poodle
They call me a silly old jester
A title I'm proud to possess
An honour I'll cherish till my very last day
Make 'em laugh, that's my lifelong quest
© Jack Ellison 2012