GNOME MaryAnn’s Art 2020

Clearly Confusing Oxymorons

Absent Presence Militant Pacifist Brisk Vacancy Cheerful Pessimist Jumbo Shrimp Deafening Silence Darkness Visible Same Difference Recorded Live Static Flow Student Teacher Sweet Sorrow Upward Fall True Fiction Unbiased Opinion Working Vacation Transparent Night Unconscious Awareness Intense Apathy Joyful Sadness Alone Together Growing Smaller Beggarly Riches Random Order Sad Smile Peaceful Conquest Soft Rock Scalding Coolness True Lies Steel Wool Silent Scream Wise Fool Small Crowd Seriously Funny Open Secret Original Copy Ill Health Growing Smaller Icy Hot Humane Slaughter Resident Alien Comfortable Misery Extinct Life Festive Tranquility Falsely True Crash Landing Good Grief Found Missing Larger Half Impossible Solution Living Dead Loyal Opposition Jumbo Shrimp Bittersweet Minor Miracle Open Secret Seriously Funny Cool Passion Devout Atheist Genuine Imitation Amazingly Awful Civil War Pretty Ugly Dull Roar

BY RICKY GLENN

A Christmas Poem

Christmas O Christmas How you drive me insane You know all my kids Will want every dang thing The crowds at the Mall I cant take it no more And the cashier just graduated Kindergarten for sure The traffic is mad They ride on your rear I’ll be damn lucky If I see the New Year The decorations oh my Please give me a break It’s gotten bizarre The lights and music in sync The mistletoe’s hung So the guys can steal kisses And the money you spend It’s gotten ridiculous The madness must end It has taken its toll Christmas today Has gotten out of control

BY RICKY GLENN

A Story Never Told

They walk together hand in hand    by a little brook they stroll Enjoy a picnic beneath the sun    beside a grassy knoll Noon time turns to evening    as they lie beneath the stars The world it seems so perfect    this moment in time is theirs Young lovers within their youth    thinking love would last Peaceful were those days gone by    suddenly becomes the past Once they walked hand in hand    by a little brook they strolled Now it's just a memory    a story never told

BY RICKY GLENN

A Walk With You

Pleasant walks, pleasant talks,

Beside a gurgling stream.

We while away the afternoon

Life is but a dream

 ~

Holding hands, as side by side

We stroll so merrily

The water cascades over stones

As we cross unwarily

 ~

Suddenly the tree’s explode

Birds flying from within

They fill the sky and block the Sun

Quickly returning again

 ~

If words and rhymes and magic spells

Could make our dreams come true.

I’d wish to do it all again

And all again with you

PURE ADVICE

IF YOU CAN’T PLAY THE GAME DON’T COME TO THE TABLE.

The Bronco Busting Kid

We were by the corral all chatting away Just wasting some time and enjoying the day When this kid he come riding right up to us all Hopped down from his horse and said my name is Call I'm lookin for bronco's to ride and to tame In this kind of work I've made quite a name They looked at each other with mischievous grins They said we've got an old mustang his name is Big Ben If you want to ride him well we'll get the saddle But this old mustang's one no man has stayed straddle He's nearly killed every man that has tried To this old Mustang no man can stay tied Call looked at us all as he said with a smirk If he wants to lose me it'll take lot's of work This is one cowboy who doesn't get queasy I was taught by a legend an old cowboy named Easy As we held the old Mustang Call sat down with grace He had one hell a strange look on his face As we turned loose of that crazy Big Ben His feet left the ground and he did a full spin Call sat in that saddle like he was glued to the seat "I just can't believe it," responded ole Pete He jumped and he bucked and he kicked and he bit Call stayed in the saddle as the horse threw his fit Ben jumped in the air and then fell to the ground Then bit at the rider then tried rolling around Without any success he jumped back to his feet And Call's little ass was still glued to the seat. Many men have rode bronco's and each one will say That breaking a bronco you do earn your pay Cause this kind of work really does take it's toll There's not many Cowboy's can take a horse roll The old Mustang was slowing growing weaker each buck And Call knew he had won when he saw Ben's head duck The mustang stopped bucking he stood right in place Young Call had a satisfied look on his face As Call stepped from the stirrup and set foot on the ground All of the Cowboy's they all gathered around They hollered and hooped and raised quite a cheer They said Call tonight we are buying the beer. The Cowboys all said that they never did meet A cowboy like Call who could stay in the seat They would never forget that day he rode in The kid out of no where determined to win

WEARING MASK’S

SEEMS LIKE AMERICANS LIKE TAKING CHALLENGES LIKE BUCKETS OF ICE POURED OVER YOUR HEAD. 

 I CHALLENGE YOU TO WEAR YOUR MASKS.

WEARING MASK’S

SEEMS LIKE AMERICANS LIKE TAKING CHALLENGES LIKE BUCKETS OF ICE POURED OVER YOUR HEAD. 

 I CHALLENGE YOU TO WEAR YOUR MASKS.

Tell Me What You Really Think.

You sat and looked at me as if,

I had lost my mind.

You told me I was crazy,

That I was unrefined.

The kind of life I offered

That you could not accept.

I think there’s just a few lines

That I may have overstepped.

 X

You said I had a screw loose

That I was fruity as a bat.

You called me crazy as a loon

Delirious and erratic.

Deranged, demented, dingy daft.

Bonkers, crazed and cracked

Unbalanced, unglued, unhinged unzipped

Kooky, mad and whacked.

X

You said I was a lunatic

Psycho and berserk

Out of my freakin mind

A screwy, batty, jerk

You called me a screwball

A flaky no good fink

And I said babe why don't you tell me

What you really think.

X

BY RICKY GLENN

A SOUL REDEEMED

A prisoner in a world my own

I'm bound by my own chains

The ball I drag is my troubled past

My closet hides remains

X

My trials and tribulations

Are misfortunes of my own

Found guilty by my conscience

I pay the price alone

X

Many years have since gone by

The past is in the past

I've shown mercy to myself

My minds at ease at last

X

By my conscience I've been pardoned

I've served out many days

My soul itself has been redeemed

My past is wiped away

X

BY RICKY GLENN

A LOST SOUL IMPRISONED

I am a lonely castaway

On an Island in the wind

I'm surfing on a cloud

A prisoner locked within

 I'm locked in a dark gray cell

The key it can't be found

Held captive, I'm imprisoned

In a world that knows no sound

 People walk right passed me

But through walls they can not see

Someday someone somewhere

Will finally rescue me

 The insanity becomes horrendous

Appalling as it seems

This world in which detests me so

Will haunt my every dream

 Will they ever find me

Tomorrow's another chance

A soul that's lost in some far cosmos

In some hypnotic trance

A Symphony In The Night

I listen to the thunder    as the lightning fills the sky’s The smell of rain is in the air    the thunder amplifies Raindrops begin to hit the ground    raising little puffs of dust Then grows with much intensity    the tree’s bending by the gust The rain is like a symphony    so beautifully performed By an Orchestra in the night    the pitch-perfect storm It starts out so soft and low    and then the thunder booms The lightning flashes all about    the thunder shakes my room As quick as the storm arrived    suddenly it’s gone Somehow, I feel kind of sad    it left me all alone

IF you were the 8th Dwarf what would your name be?

I always take life with a grain of salt. 

Plus, a slice of lemon. And a shot of tequila.