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The Elephant in the Room

3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left

An equilibrium facing assault charges against self

They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends

Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations

…

But, it was then.

These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV

Proudly imported from China

“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”
(SMASH!)

And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear

It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night

As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song

The real newsflash

Metaphors played hooky today

©Drake J. Eszes

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KIDS HAVE EARS THE SIZE OF AN ELEPHANT AND A MOUTH TO MATCH

I read Darryl Ashton’s poem Called Pinocchio Rex and this brought back 
memories of a childhood incident

When I grew up we had a smallholding – the house was called ‘Longacre’ as we 
had over an acre of land.  Over the years we had chickens, pigs named Pinky 
and Porky and a goat called Susie… she had kids called Billy and Nanny – guess 
I was no good at names back then… but I digress
Attached to the house was a small village shop but my parents also made a 
small income from selling fresh eggs and in the summer home grown 
strawberries – I would help pick washing baskets of them and bag them up to 
sell.
Every week a little old man would arrive for his dozen eggs and if the shop was 
shut he would ring the doorbell. He wore a pointed felt hat, had steely blue 
eyes and the most enormous nose you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to him 
my parents nicknamed him 'Pinocchio'.
When I was aged about 7 years old the doorbell rang – mum was busy baking 
in the kitchen so I answered it. There in front of me stood this old man wanting 
his eggs. Mum shouted from the kitchen
‘Who is it Janet?’ 
I replied ‘Oh its only Pinocchio’ 
At once mum appeared from the kitchen, her face was the colour of beetroot. 
She apologised for the comment from her ‘cheeky daughter’ The man 
purchased his eggs and walked away – never to return!
The moral of this true tale is that parents ALWAYS tell the truth and that 
children have ears the size of an elephant and a mouth just as big … so if you 
don’t want them to repeat something YOU have said keep it zipped!

Jan Allison
11th August 2014

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The Elephant in the Room

Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.

Ashamed of every bite, 
I starve in your eyes.
But when you turn around 
I choke on french fries. 

I can't hide from the world
That pure ecstasy I feel when in my mouth I cram
A cream puff, a box of cereal, a gallon of ice cream, a tray of brownies...

I break! 

My heart aches.
If I had the guts
I'd eat only my scrambled brains
And drink nothing but my curdled blood.

But I'm a coward
So to numb the pain 
I devour my self-esteem,
Cover my eyes,
And avoid mirrors.

The larger I become
The less of me you see.
I blend into the room;
I become the couch.

Maybe this is what I hoped for, 
But I don't know for sure.
I'm the elephant in the room--
I would leave this hell 
But I don't fit through the door.

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The Elephant's Trunk

The elephant’s trunk faces the door
Good fortune, good fortune
Ever more
Her beauty is timeless 
even with age
and his stately manner
will always engage
Slowly she bends 
to move his chair
and straighten his legs
and brush his hair
He coughs with eyes closed
breath ragged and thin
barely audible
asks why him?
She has firm hands
but delicate skin
blue electric eyes
frame bent and thin
The grandfather clock 
chimes a new hour
a life time together
unbreakable power
moving as one
through history and today
hardships, success
shared all the way
a nurse and a lawyer
the best educated I know
recite old songs and tales
of adventure and woe
And to the seniors' lunch 
they’ll hobble together
while my grandmother  
gently hums her wisdom 
for grandchildren to remember
"You have to give a little
Take a little
And let your little heart break a little
That’s the glory of
That’s the story of
Love"
And the elephant’s trunk faces the door
Good fortune, good fortune
Ever more

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The Elephant Fort

Black beauties in chains-
Before the ticket counters,
A long queue does creep
To scatter near the black wonders.

Ears and tails always move,
Ruminating the rhythms of forest.
Elephants are inside the fort,
Exposed to the sky barest.

I hear the hushed emotions
In the clinking of chains.
Hearts  smoulder in;
Eyes emit lava of pains.

Burning red wild flowers
And tickling streams,
Each elephant longs I know:
But chains kill dreams.


FABIYAS M V

(Anakotta(a fort for the elephants) at Punathur, Guruvayur, Kerala,India is a tourist 
place, where you see a large number of elephants together. All are chained.)

First place winner in 'Your(own) Favorite Poem' contest by Destroyer A poet(PD) 



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An Elephant's Toe



It's early spring and what do you know The corn is as low as an elephant's toe The grass has riz no sign of rain Boidies are singing a happy refrain Feel like jumping and clicking my heels But I'm 77, take a long time to heal Think I'll just watch the young 'uns at play And reminisce bout the good ole days The corn is as low as an elephant's toe Soon reach his eye as the old song goes It's early spring and what do you know The corn is as low as an elephant's toe © Jack Ellison 2013

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My elephant is like me

That's not my elephant for my elephant is like me! it takes only rice and dal and never looks at spaghetti! That's not my elephant though Ella claims it to be- for my elephant can sing and dance and even writes poetry! That's not my elephant for when the 2nd graders came to see- my elephant greeted them and gave a speech on morality! That's not my elephant I can tell you clearly- she never fights for the bill of rights as she knows it will anger me! My request to all of you send your elephants soon to me- my elephant will teach them how to write a poetry! ==================== Placement:None (January 2011) Contest:That's not my elephant Sponsor:Matt Calliri By:kashinath karmakar(18th Dec.2010)

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An Elephant in School

That’s not my elephant, the second graders said to their teacher.
Elephants are too big; they’re not our kind of creature.

We like fierce alligators with thick-green armored scales;
long pointed teeth, strong jaws, and spiked whipping tails.

We like chimpanzees that live high in forest trees
that swing from branches and hang by their hairy knees.

What good is a flop-eared elephant who recites
the whole “Constitution” and “Bill of Rights”?

The teacher looked puzzled; somewhat perplexed,
she wasn’t quite sure of what to say next.

Elephants never forget the teacher returned;
their huge brain stores everything they’ve learned.

Ella the elephant just stood there in a striking pose.
Well, can you suck spaghetti up with your nose?

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey	

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WHEN AN ELEPHANT LOVES

                  An ant dies when an elephant loves by touching with trunk					

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The Elephant Tha Ant and The Butterfly

The elephant was walking through the jungle one day
Swinging his trunk, this and that way.
He dragged it along not caring where still
And then he dragged it through, a very large Ant hill.

His trunk started to itch and annoy him a bit
He wandered around to look for somewhere to scratch it.
He found a tree and wrapped his trunk around 
The leaves and the fruits all dropped down to the ground
 
The itch it then moved, it was now up at his nose
He needed to rub it on anything that goes.
He found a rock and rubbed with all his might
It was covered in insects and they all took flight.

Apart from a butterfly that dropped on his tusk
She lay there broken smelling faintly of musk
The itch it had moved up onto his head right close to his eyes
Then he heard a voice which was quite a surprise.

Hey you be more careful you great big beast
You’ve ruined my home and knocked off the giraffes feast.
You’ve forced insects to flee from the rock where they lay
And you have a broken butterfly on you tusk, now what do you say?

The elephant stopped in his tracks and looked around
He couldn’t see, from where came the sound.
Elephant shook his head as the itch went to his ear
Then the voice said it’s me stupid, I am in your ear.

The elephant stopped and begged, please keep still
You are making me itch and it’s making me ill
Please show yourself and let me apologise
I meant no harm especially to you or the butterflies.

The ant crawled out of the elephant’s ear
He said, I need you to go back to my anthill I fear
I need to check up and the wounded and dead
If you do this for me I’ll stop itching on your head.

Ok said the elephant I’ll do that for you 
But what about this butterfly, what can we do?
I’m not sure said the ant, to the elephants ear
We’ll sort it in a bit when we get near.

They set of and found the squashed ants and hill
The elephant cried it made him feel ill.
The ant said we need new home and quick
And for the butterfly she is quite sick.

The elephant was sad and offered what help he could .
You can move in my trunk and I promise I’ll be good
Thank you we will said the ant, just for a while
And we can help the butterfly said the ant with a smile.
So together they set of all content and happy
The elephant the  butterfly and the little Anty.



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