by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, fairy,
Some people like keeping up with the Joneses
I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me
So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes
How absurdly difficult could that task be?
I like wearing leggings, and I have no height
I love gardens, faerie houses,and toadstools you see.
I am pretty confident I can keep up until FFFT!
They begin rapidly disappearing in front of me.
I scrunch up my face, and concentrate ridiculously hard.
What about keeping up with faeries? Fairies begin to giggle.
I have not giggled in a long long time, annoying my own petard.
How about a dragon fly, I think as I begin my wing-trying-out wiggle.
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, fairy, garden,
Her garden is the one we love.
It's as if she knows we're here.
She has statues like us all around.
And flowers to bring us cheer.
At summer solstice it's party time.
Shaded by trees from bright sunshine.
We faries join the pixies.
The gnomes bring summer wine.
She has paths lit by candles.
to guide us home again.
Toadstools along the way,
should a drizzle spoil our play.
Surrounded by mature trees.
No prying eyes can see.
Us merrily dancing on our way.
Home to Tir na nOg go we.
Land of Youth is where we live.
Beneath her garden, out of sight.
The intoxicating scent of her roses,
sometimes bring us back at night.
by Daniel Human |
Categories:
life, lost love, people, poverty, sad,
The man walked up the alley
A shepherd in a valley
Looking for that one lost sheep
When WhatsApp gives a beep
The man took our his phone
An ape picks up a bone
And uses it as a tool
To bash the brainless fool
The sheep had wandered off
As the feet on pavements scoff
Walking past the man seeking alms
Ignoring the poor lady selling charms
The man walked to his home
To his garden and its gnome
Expecting love and tea
And his baby on his knee
The sheep is out there cold
And the whino’s face is old
But not wizened or sagely
Merely worn out and agely
The Shepherd cries a tear
For the sheep so lost right here
In their homes
With garden gnomes
With eyes wide shut
by Darlene De Beaulieu |
Categories:
celebration, heart, valentines day,
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
by Michelle Born |
Categories:
blessing, cry, happy, how i feel, poems, write, writing,
I do love to write my inner thoughts down
Whether it is happy or sad or about a town,
I let it flow out of my mind and on to the paper
If I am not in the mood then I will just do it later,
Most of the time I am feeling creative and write some poems
The tiles can very from love to hate or even gnomes,
Writing is just one of my passions and I enjoy it very much
Especially when I write about a subject I like a bunch,
I pray I can keep putting my thoughts on paper till the day I die
Because if I can't it would make me cry.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
by Crystal Bellman |
Categories:
environment, garden, happy, home, nature,
Come with me, and you will see.
Magic in the land that grows the big tall trees.
Stop and listen, can you hear.
The birds that are singing far and near.
Fairies wings are fluttering from pure delight.
Sunshine is warming, no more cold of the night.
The old fat gnomes all live under the willow trees.
Up on the left, to the right, near the Red Lilies.
The bees are all abuzz, with their bumble buzzy songs.
Us pixies wake the flowers, so they can sing along.
The garden we live in is grown with great love.
We thank our lucky stars and the heavens above.
When all is said and done and day turns back to night.
Serenity hugs us all, until we see mornings light.
06/28/2016
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
fantasy,
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.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
angel,
rainbow hues and hums herald heartfelt sigh of hummingbird
in the background we hear the drones of bees
purple majesty parading truth next to a giant eye
a garden of hollyhocks and the swish of large oak trees
faeries and gnomes must be lingering quite near
lavender wings lavish wonder, bringing peace and enchantment
hummingbird’s azure head looks into relaxing retina mirror
her turquoise collar matches the empathetic human’s eyes
there are touches of green mimicking garden
hummingbird's breath steams up the mirror of love
citrus orange makes up the tail as she flies backwards
Angels are watching from heaven above
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
appreciation, celebration, happy, women,
Wonderfulness
Puppies, bikes, and tart lemon pie.
The color orange, and a butterfly.
Cinnamon smells and things that fly.
Wonderfulness.
Favorite jewelry and love for yourself.
Dolls that will never sit on a shelf.
Faeries, gnomes, and the occasional elf.
Wonderfulness.
The helpful people who are kind and good.
Tiny rooms and berries, deep in the woods.
Faithful children who think you always could.
Wonderfulness.
An all-consuming joyful hobby that makes your heart aspire.
A strong hug, a knowing smile, an outrageously fun choir.
An excited feeling, unexpected art to long admire.
Wonderfulness.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
me,
Joy is quintessential in the land of Me
Causing me to jump, prance, and dance you see
I live in a world of wonderful make-believe
With elves, gnomes, wood sprites and one faery.
Please join me on my quest to always be
Myself in my original childlike entirety.
I am in touch with my soul brought from eternity.
Which makes me happy in peaceful serenity.
Negativity is forbidden in the Land of Me.
I am totally in love with upbeat positivity.
If you want to be the friend I know you can be
You will squelch every ounce of negativity.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fantasy,
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
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
animal,
rainbow hues herald heartfelt hum of hummingbird
dubious drone of bees and chain saws
purple majesty presents to a giant azure eye
garden of dull pink fuzzy hollyhocks
faeries, gnomes and brownies linger near
lavender wings lavish peace and enchantment
hummingbird’s azure head peers into relaxing retina mirror
turquoise collar matches delving human’s eyes
hummingbird's green mimics garden's fresh carrot stems
flickering breath steams up the mirror of love
fresh citrus orange follows her as she flies backwards
angels are watching from heaven above
she flits from lilac to daisy giving preference to roses
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
I am in love with a blue teacup monkey, I am
I cannot help but sing it said Kimberly Irene McFam
He is darling, he is cute, he has big bug eyes!
He orders me McDonald’s and he brings me fries
But why does he live in a teacup? I asked Kimmy-Irene.
He loves it there, it makes him feel safe and serene.
Plus I can keep him high up in my room on a shelf.
With my gnomes, faeries, witches, and arrogant elf.
But last week didn’t you love arrogant elf? I queried.
She suddenly looked a teensy bit worried.
Can you take arrogant elf home? I am done with him.
That is the danger of falling in love with our fickle Kim.
by Eric Ashford |
Categories:
poetry,
I keep prayerful,
the way the worm prays for rain.
yet I am not in love
with this unfaithful world,
it has so often been
a jagged stone in my mouth.
If, however, I am really here
and this dream is not a matrix
woven by space gnomes,
if death is the only way
to fulfill a spiritual contract
witnessed by either a God or a Devil
then okay, I kind of understand,
but
if I did not ever get to choose,
and somehow my bewildered soul survives,
then no cosmic band of lawyer anywhere
that will be safe from my wrath.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
fairy, winter,
Glittery glorious Frostalina sits calmly beside a frozen full December moon
Her delicate form is delighting spangled snowflakes and frosty icicles
Seekers hold their breath, waiting for her next glistening performance
Her iridescent wings are still, she exudes beauty and vivaciousness
quintessential scintillating lady of the lake, claiming winter as her own
Evening gnomes admire her glorious beauty and her animated personality
She skates across the frozen shimmering rink blowing kisses to the fey
They peer out at her from their hiding places,
feeling her love, admiring her grace.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
art,
art is my haven
my sanctuary
my mood saver
my joy
my love for it cannot be conveyed in words
the right ones have not been invented
I adore creating something out of my imagination
there is such joy in playing!
I like making swirls, curves, hearts and stars
drawing pixies, gnomes, pirates, witches and more
I pooh pooh rulers and straight lines
I measure nothing
art speaks to me
adding color is the ice cream on this pie
orange, red, turquoise
silver, yellow, blue, green
art is my haven
my sanctuary
my mood saver
my joy
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Fairy godmothers winged dragons and such
Ability to fly, thanks very much
Wizards and warlocks, interrupting my dreams
Mermaids and unicorns dressed in fancy light creams
Brownies and gnomes sneaking in and out of my ferns
Fantasy on full alert, though none of this fiction earns
Gargoyles rolling their eyes and spitting at me from above.
Cheshire cats, and sneaky dogs, are a few things I love.