Long Gnomes Poems
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The canopy of leaves
sieves the morning sunlight into beams
as if from an opaque, porous sky,
laying bright polka dots on the forest floor.
The hiker slaloms around the shafts of light as he goes,
crosses an imaginary finish line,
arms raised in mock triumph,
unaware he has finished last behind a field of
resident elves, gnomes and fairies
racing him unseen.
[“Komorebi” is a Japanese word meaning the
sunlight filtering through tree leaves.]
The old widower kept a tidy yard.
Bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put a picket fence around his little Eden.
Like an artist framing a masterpiece.
It wasn't long before the graffiti ogres wormed in.
They inked a scruffy tattoo on his Mona Lisa.
Kicked in a few of her teeth.
Turned her into "The Scream".
He painted over those angry scribbles,
but they kept pace.
His glitter garden was soon overrun by hate.
The ogres stepped up the assault,
slashing another petal of his peace.
He finally caved in, taking down the remains of the fence...
One night he had a big bonfire.
One by one he fed his defaced masterpiece to the flames.
Afterwards, he didn't frolic in the yard as much.
The hedges grew wild like green afros on fire.
The breeze shunned the pinwheels
All the frogs and gnomes fled.
The birdbath cracked and bled dry.
Not long after, the old widower died.
For "sails" drifted about his rotting apple yard.
The ogres moved on to the next Eden,
the one right next to mine.
In my coffin I will have no phone
At last I shall be free like new born babe
But how will people hear my mobile groans?
Who shall write my story on a stone?
I can’t ring Emergency for aid
In my coffin I will have no phone
I must have a linen sheet untorn
Be reminded I’ve already paid
How will people hear my mobile groans?
Out we go, as in we, came alone
Will someone sing for me , oh humming bird
In my coffin I will need no phone
We will die as we have lived, atoned
I hope a human person hears my words
Help us all,dear God, to forestall groans
Free from medications .free of nerves
Straight to Heaven atop our loved ones prayers
In my coffin I shan’t be alone
I want to go with all my gnomes
I want to go with all my garde
He was told he was gifted at an age of ten,
Gifted in every subject that he had.
His mum said he would become a prodigy,
He would be an intellectual nomad.
Shifted to the next year group sitting on a throne,
He expected never to be beat.
Expecting people to know he was always right,
Becoming a false cerebral athlete.
But then he left school for uni. and a hurdle,
The hurdle: study, falling fast, falling hard.
The next ten years a turmoil of fails,
No worship, only honesty, honesty that scarred.
Now he’s a know it all bricklayer,
Building taj mahal, in the back of people’s homes.
Preaching his righteous proclamations,
Proudly preaching to the fairies and gnomes.
Rainbow skies, ocean current withdrew.
Girl's pert swirls, soft unbound hair, where pearls
shelled mollusk would dare to clasp its curls.
Radiance eyes special gentle blue.
Three feet exhilarating handful.
Sweet, inescapable mud stain cheeks;
cuteness with endless hugs, sunshine streaks,
briny wave tears drop flow buckets full.
Barefoot, tattered, and grass sully knees.
Magpie, explores never says goodbye.
Cheesecake berries-double bubble sky.
Pink My Little Ponies perched on trees.
Night pledges stardust dreams and fairies.
Sleep little angel, in star full clouds,
stories with lullabies among crowds
of flowers, hummingbirds, and bunnies.
Gnomes tease chuckles and granted wishes,
rainbow snow cones, cherry lollipops.
Wake to orange sunrise final drops
and endless love, bear hugs, and kisses.
2/16/2018
Poetry Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The Gnome was sad he was sitting feeling unloved and alone.
Nobody seemed to notice him now, when they came home.
He once was happy, smiling all day.
As they cam down the path, some even came to play.
His paint was cracked; his fishing rod was broke.
He was so upset he sometimes thought he would choke.
In the dark, dark blackness of this one night,
He heard a whisper and it gave him a fright.
Then again, he felt it didn’t really matter,
He was so sad, he thought his heart would shatter.
Suddenly the whispers grew and came to a stop beside him,
He was whisked away so fast, his rod broke again where it was thin,
All night in a bag sat the poor gnome,
Not really upset that he had been taken from his home.
He sat and waited through the long night
When someone came to him it was broad daylight.
Oh you poor Gnome just look at you,
I’m going to give you new paint and a rod I will glue.
The gnome smiled widely, his picture was taken, and a letter was sent to his owner
Give us the money or you will not see again, this poor sad gnome, that’s a bit of a loner.
They painted him bright it was all good fun
They put him on a shelf with another gnome, a lady one.
Some money arrived to pay the Gnomes ransom,
They wanted him back, now he looked so handsome.
Please don’t return me I was sad and alone, unless you send me with this other gnome.
Ok little Gnome, no ransom was paid for the gnome by your side,
So we’ll put you together and she can be your bride.
The moral of this if you feel stuck and on the shelf
There always someone out but it could be a gnome or an elf.
Don’t rush into something because you are alone
Even though it worked out, for my sad little gnome.
There was much ado in fairyland,
The flowers bloomed and mild sunshine fell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Little folk came from across the land,
They came to bless and to wish them well,
There was much ado in fairyland.
Gnomes set music to their" Golden Band "
Fairies, pixies, danced about the dell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Elves ensured that the party was grand.
Came then the time for the Wedding Bell,
There was much ado in fairyland
"I Dos" were said to priest's demand,
They'd stick together through heaven , hell,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
Now Tom and Lina walked hand in hand,
She wife , Tom her beloved husband.
There was much ado in fairyland,
At altar did Tom and Lina stand.
~29 Jun 2016~
Villanelle with 9 syllables per line. Checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
So many possibilities parade up and down the perimeter of the page.
Some wiggle their petootsies at me; one sticks out her tongue.
Being super confident, adorable, and quietly intrusive is the rage.
The word LUCKY gives me an Eskimo kiss, making me feel young.
Lucky what? My muse asks, as she lies on the edge polishing a nail.
She does not care if this poem works or flatly bombs, a total fail.
I pretend we are friends and suggest a few things to go with lucky.
She laughs her head off with a donkey kick, making me feel suckly.
I start making a list of what we could do with this pristine page.
The elves, gnomes, faeries, and brownies take over, they are all sage.
I write lucky penguin, sweet crocodile, happy peacock and tiny giraffe.
I know I am still being made fun of when I hear Trixie’s evil laugh.
So, what is your idea? I ask her, and she grabs the pen from me.
She makes whirls and twirls, dots, slashes, dashes, D’s, F’s and a B.
I study what she has done, and I have to be sort of kind.
Because after I read it I see that Trixie has a super brilliant mind.
Sherbertta was elegant, but did not put on any kind of airs.
You talk to her, gnomes were whispering, making dares.
A hoot owl flew by and gave them a dirty look which was odd
Thought they were nocturnal, said a shy gargoyle named Rod.
Sherbertta had flown in on her monarch wings to help them out
Most of the fey greeted her with a cheer, hip hip hooray or a shout.
I thought she was the prettiest April faerie I had ever seen.
Dressed in this Renaissance dress, she would make a fine queen.
Wide-eyed hoot owl, landed on her right arm, as sky thundered.
What about that lace sleeve? Will it be harm I wondered?
Asking if we had wishes to be granted, she took requests from the fey.
She said she would do what she could, and she did fine that day.
My conscience flickers within my brain
My eyes meet the floor in constant shame
In a dark room I sit and wait
Until I go into my own world with less hate
My eyes get tired and begin to close
The thumping of my blood developing flows
Mind twists into a sleepy mode
Of all the different roads I rode
I’ve finally made it to my sweet refugee
A world I created for just me
I land on my feet in the middle of the wood
With all the colors of the rainbow and the air smelling so good
My best faerie-friend lands in the palm of my hand
She tells me what the goblins did to the land
And how them and the giants destroyed it with fights
How the sun stopped shining it’s precious lights
I needed to be there for it had been too long
So I whistled my genuine elf-song
The dragons, gnomes, faeries, and friends
All came out as the white-tigers emerged from their dens
They circled around me with tears in their eyes
Told me how the giants and goblins took our most precious prize
They tried to destroy the world I made
Tried to wipe out all the life and the world began to fade
They were so glad I was home again
We will create an army and now we’d win...