Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Which of these words
hits close to home
a metronome or
garden gnome?
Their differentiation
lies in oscillation
Metronomes oscillate
tick-tick-tick
Garden gnomes isolate in
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
s i l e n c e
Will tick-tick-tick
define your life
or silence filled with
fear and strife?
Proof positive
is clear to see
It all boils down
to frequency
Instead of isolation
consider oscillation
Live life one tick at a time
Meter matters as does rhyme
Situational awareness
Won’t protect you if you’re careless
How much better at day’s end
to be found kind
Papa gnome had one rule when he read a book.
No one could eat another animal in their nook.
Owl came by to hear this one when he saw the mice.
Planning his gulping down strategy, not so nice.
Remember the rule Papa gnome reminded him.
Mice did not worry, they were Tim, Brim, Slim and Jim.
Bunny was getting scared now as owl stared at her.
She figured that his intentions were not very pure.
The gnomes passed an ordinance saying what they would accept.
Many of them ignored it for they did not want to genuflect.
It’s not a choice, the queen said. Post it on the big oak trees.
If a gnome does not abide, make him walk around on his weak knobby knees.
That seemed kind of awful to some of the faeries and elves passing this way.
I think I will move a little bit faster said a grandma pixie named McVey.
I am right with you, said a grandpa parrot who knew how to circumspect.
With gnomes, however, many of the wise fey never know what to expect.
I love the gnomes
I m drawn to them
One time I had twelve
I named all of them
I named him Chris
He holds a gift for me
Another one I named
Charlie
I have a tumbler
With gnomes and hearts
shapes
When waiting in a line
It called out to me
So I bought it
I take my tumbler
everywhere I go
Witch Joyce had a contest with Wormwood, the warlock of choice.
He had stated his cauldron made better brew than that of Joyce.
Their cauldrons created conniving concoctions that tempted and dared.
The rest of the villagers, gnomes and faeries ran away, for they were all scared.
Two best friend gnomes, Scotty and Knotty
Went to Florida, and were pretty naughty.
Their girlfriends found out and acted haughty
Their names were Marilda TeeHee and Dotty.
We can drink if we want, Scotty said on the phone.
Knotty kept his mouth shut, for he wanted to bone.
When he got home of course, he said on the phone.
No chance of that Dotty replied, unless you do it alone.
Gorgeous garden gnome with spring flowers
Loving his life, standing in April showers
Enjoying his perspective of daffodils so new
Gentle rains send him some morning dew.
Frisky female gnome shows him some love
Leaves behind a memento, a left garden glove
Her scent lingers, giving him an eager romantic thought.
In his dream they frolic, doing an old-fashioned foxtrot.
The gnomes of olden times
carefully hung the sun
and moon up in the skies.
Growing gardens by their
light provided garlic,
and sweet pumpkin delights.
Hoards of squashes and gourds
for making many tools;
Gnomes are truly no fools.
Little ones planted seeds
and watered plants with care,
polishing leaves with zeal.
Foods baked with fluffy eggs
have textures that are best
a flavor-burst delight!
Elementals won’t rest
until they’ve grown the best;
herbaceous edibles.
Be grateful to wee folk
caring for your garden;
watch them not as they work.
For secrets must be kept
in Mother Nature’s vault;
the Gnomes will never tell.
In the land of fairies and gnomes
Was a gnome often seen on the phone
And an up to date fairy
With armpits quite hairy
Like all ballplayers were spit prone
RAIN AND SNOW
I hear the sky thundering,
And the clouds weeping,
The clouds are draining sorrow and refilling joy
While we all on the earth enjoy .
Now the clouds have gone and the sun is shining brightly,
And has the rainbow rightly.
Now it has gone and the clouds have come ,
But it did not rain.
(I thought of making this the poems refrain.)
But nevertheless it snowed,
And joy from our hearts flowed.
Here was the first snow perfectly timed
We had a snow fight as the Christmas bells chimed,
Soon we went to our homes,
And out to play came the snow gnomes.
And as again I hear the sky thundering,
And the clouds weeping,
I remember the day I had so much fun,
When I was young and cared only for fun.
RAIN AND SNOW
I hear the sky thundering,
And the clouds weeping,
The clouds are draining sorrow and refilling joy
While we all on the earth enjoy .
Now the clouds have gone and the sun is shining brightly,
And has the rainbow rightly.
Now it has gone and the clouds have come ,
But it did not rain.
(I thought of making this the poems refrain.)
But nevertheless it snowed,
And joy from our hearts flowed.
Here was the first snow perfectly timed
We had a snow fight as the Christmas bells chimed,
Soon we went to our homes,
And out to play came the snow gnomes.
And as again I hear the sky thundering,
And the clouds weeping,
I remember the day I had so much fun,
When I was young and cared only for fun.
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
OUR HOUSE OUR HOME
All my years I have been a sensitive soul,
But life throws curved balls- things take their toll,
However, if I’m handled with a touch of magic
And kindness,
I look upon this approach as being priceless!
I’m having a hard time adjusting,
I need you to be bursting
With understanding,
For my re-adjusting!
A huge house, built on almost
An acre,
My garden which I tenderly landscaped,
To be left behind, is a true shaker,
To my very core, I prayed to Our Maker
To guide me and hold both my hands,
He always supports me and by me stands,
I hear Him whispering to me,
Be brave, soon it will all come to be!
I suddenly see a vision of my wonderful Dad,
Who has always been my guardian angel,
In life,
During happy times and strife,
And with his dying breath,
Moments before his death,
Said, I could face anything that crossed
My path,
Handle challenges thoughtfully, carefully,
He quietly said, with a token of mirth.
He knew that I would always try my best,
And that God would help me with the rest!
Now settled in the cosiest, cutest of homes,
With A small fairy like garden, brought my
Favorite pots and even our garden gnomes!
Most days I'm in such a hurry to get home
Then sit around and do nothing or play with my gnomes
Love my little friends
Playing games of pretend
My gnomes try to trick me by playing their trombones
I enjoy my gnomes
They live in my garden
Every day I look out
Keeping watch on them
To make sure they're safe
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Each one has a name
Jack the mountain climber
He scales the alps at a slow pace
Never reaches the top
Yet he never gives up
Tom is happy to play soccer
He plays every day
Rain or shine he goes
To join his team mates
On the soccer field
Fred is a magician
He practices all the time
For a show twice a week
It's for the sick children
They enjoy his many talents
These are my gnomes
Each one is special
Doing their own thing
Each enjoy a different role
passing time in my garden
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