whimsical gnome created colorful flowers as she walked
Her expressions were a delight, but she hardly ever talked
We watched her walk from limb to limb, blooms following her feet
The vines of florals she left were truthfully breathtaking and sweet.
she was sitting on her bumble bee
singing a rumble dumble tumble ditty
is that an elf, gnome or a faerie?
This was asked by far-sighted Grandma Tee.
She is a faerie, said her granddaughter Zee.
How do you know? Asked Grandma Tee
She has faerie wings, replied little Zee
You are so bright! Said Grandma Tee.
garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Question
Better to be a fool for a moment,
than one to remain a fool forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Spoken Word
Spoken word is supposed to be heard.
For the written word to be heard,
the words they must be spoken.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Brownie, elf, faeries, pixies and small root sprout
In this meadow are twirling, whirling, and dancing about
Showing the green dragon a magical escape route
Leading him to freedom, without a doubt
They left behind a grumpy gnome in a pout
He was angry because his left foot had the gout
Suddenly they heard him give a gigantic shout
He had caught an enormous rainbow trout
The trout’s head was huge, his wiggling body stout
He thrashed in the water, but had not clout
Gnome struggled all day to pull that giant fish out
Could not wait to show it to his friend, tiny root sprout
Pinata
If they identify themselves as a pinata.
Is it ok for me to beat them with a big stick?
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I am an animal I no longer recognize
my convertible Chevy days lying back in the dust
I barely remember young me
….cotton candy me, heroine me, lively me
we are an old woman now, a sleeping gnome
an obese dragon who is dragg’n
I was going to scale skyscrapers in a single bound
rescue those in desperate need
but I never found them
I sleep the sleep of a corpulent Rubenesque soldier
who was never the pirate queen she set out to be
the puppy arrived at gnome village on his own
he had no briefcase, suitcase, name tag or phone
What do we do with him? Grandpa gnome ask his niece.
We had better play with him, let’s take an hour apiece.
So the villagers took turns playing with the puppy all day.
He was exhausted, but happy, when he went along his way.
That is what you do with puppies, I read it in a book.
The puppy gave the librarian a wave and a fond, sleepy look.
Welcome to gnome village
where the lemonade is free
and the inhabitants want to feed you cookies
Sounds good to me, I agreed.
Where do I sleep?
Who takes me in?
You are a giant, one of the gnomes told me.
Don’t push your welcome.
Irish Proverb
A long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A good girl and an honest one.
A cold pint and another one.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Gnarly had the best job of all in the sugar dome.
He was the secret rainbow color dropping gnome.
He came in the night, riding the color on his bike.
The only ones who could see him were the age of a tike.
“Look at the sandman!” the toddlers reported.
The parents studied the sky until their necks were contorted.
But children grow older, and after the age of two.
They forget what they saw, for it is what children do.
Normal
What is normal to a wolf, is chaos to its pray.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Words enlighten the soul easily.
When the heart need not search for their meaning.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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