Best Elephantine Poems
She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites the senses (to put it frankly) watching her gaze
pierce the sapphire roof of the world
with a challenge to be met.
Or was it the twinkle in her smile
that shone like polished ivory, reminding me of the legalities
of elephantine tusks, and the slippery slope of falling
for that gracious grin and hallowed hope.
It could just be, she's got a lasso on my heart,
that takes delight in my vertigo - flipping and flopping
much like an oval shaped wheel.
I'd ask her to grease the hinges, or go back to the drawing board,
but to tell the truth - it adds character to the path
digging dangerously into the dirt dutifully
causing a spray of pebbles to the face of normalcy.
It could just be, that letting go ain't in her vocabulary,
reeling me in like a big fish story in one of those backwater
little ponds, that spawn such discrepancy.
I'd say she's a catch, but that would be cheesy
(though that does bring to mind her chef-like tendencies,
plopping strawberries on my tongue with little tidbits
of Wisconsin sharp cheddar)
It could just be, that life according to Miss Ooh-La-La
couldn't get any better ...
... then again it could just be
I'm waxing eloquently.
Categories:
elephantine, beauty, fantasy, feelings, funny
Form:
Romanticism
I'm a polar bear, just that.
Don't ever call me bi-polar
or I'll angrily maul you to death!
Take a good look at me;
I'm a hulking menace.
Don't let my elephantine size
fool you. I'm surprisingly agile;
fast enough to chase down
an Arctic fox!
I'm a formidable apex predator
and wanderer of the North Pole.
When you don't see me,
I'm probably in hibernation.
My hunger is unslakable.
I can eat up to 10%...
of my bodyweight in 30 minutes!
My dense coat and body fat
insulate me so warmly that I...
sometimes overheat in summer.
When I do, I cool down by
plunging into the ice-cold sea.
Did I mention I can stand and
fight on my hind legs? I'm like the
energizer-bunny; incessantly mobile,
roaming hundreds of miles across
the barren Arctic tundra
in search of seals and fish.
I'm all dressed in white;
the snowbank, the perfect camouflage
for me to suddenly sneak up on a prey.
Invade my frozen kingdom at your peril.
I rule the arctic wastes like the king lion
rules the Serengeti!
Submitted for...
Strand Select A ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/01/2020
Date written: 01/24/2020
Categories:
elephantine, animal, humor, imagery, nature,
Form:
Personification
He unexpectedly lost the other half
of his soul. Now he's merely
an empty shell, crushed under
the elephantine encumbrance
of unimaginable grief.
The hours are miserably long;
nights are infinitely longer.
He's a thousand shards of glass;
crushed coarse and fine
in equal measure.
The coarse pieces of himself
he's picked up from the asphalt.
The fine remnants remain
perpetually scattered
every which way.
He'll never be the same
Crushed by grief yet he still
soldiers on with life. Slowly, a smile
is returning to his face and eyes.
His wife's memory, his consolation.
CRUSHED Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 06/16/2020
Categories:
elephantine, dark, death, grief, husband,
Form:
Free verse
CALLIOPSIS
(For M.M.E)
My calliopsis,
One beatified breath in me
A rolling ray in my race
Tender softness in my embrace
My calliopsis,
Elephantine influence in me
Dissolving magic in my blood
Thou art my victory and my sword
My calliopsis,
The only strength left in me
The Soprano in my song
The magical sweetness in my tongue
My calliopsis,
Skeletal framework in me
Veins running my blood of life
Defender and fender of my strife
My calliopsis,
Aphrodite’s touch in me
Bringer of light to my night
Distinctive clearness in my sight
If only I could live this world
A thousand times
A thousand times
And another thousand times,
Still you will be my calliopsis,
My calico,
My callaloo,
And my calla lily.
Bolaji Ramos
Categories:
elephantine, beauty, boyfriend, crush, cute
Form:
Ode
Capital letter …
Right now, please note: it is time to dust, not write.
Dust was eating away this besieged body;
Amassing with all the misery that delights in ambush.
It crept into secret crevices,
Quietly dulling senses, as it blended in;
Softly choking, mimicking flu,
Before weaving a blanket so thick
It embraced and insulated;
Gently burying body under the weight of
An elephantine duvet with speaking tongues.
Write now, right now that house pride has succumbed to ash
As caked and empty cans and bottles decorate.
The dustman hurried by the empty drum
For rubbish barricaded the front door.
The inconvenience: to eat, drink, shop, to pay bills
Without leaving one’s desk these days.
Friends and adversaries seep out of pens,
Alphabetically springing to colourful life.
Who dares miss a thought so precious, so elusive –
Might never occur again.
So grasp it, rack it; right, left lobe battle dire emotions and reason.
Let dust prevent thoughts from leaving from whence it came.
Incarcerate all grey matters.
Now one can write how it feels to have dust as qwerty companion.
Then fling open the door,
Let light and the world in.
Shout: “I write because I can.”
Full stop … Exclamation mark!
End.
(PS: begin again.)
Categories:
elephantine, character, dedication, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I hope you find my story life enhancing
About a man with elephantine thighs
When Twinkle-Toes O'Donnell started dancing
He chose a partner almost twice his size
The pair of them looked like two horses prancing
The judges simply disbelieved their eyes
But Twinkle-Toes and Daisy didn't care
They always held their heads up in the air
Each week they danced on Tuesday and on Friday
Rehearsing in between to get it right
They disregarded friends who asked them why they
Would waste their time together every night
Their sights were set on just one special high day
When they would step out dressed in black and white
For Twinkle-Toes and Daisy knew they'd share
The ribbon for the finest dancers there
To cheers all round they twirled like tiny fairies
These hippopotami of terpsichore
The style that wins a contest often varies
And dance like this was never seen before
The second best were dressed like two canaries
Our heroes danced these birdies off the floor
But Twinkle Toes and Daisy weren't aware
The balcony was unsupported T
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E
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E
Categories:
elephantine, funny
Form:
Ottava rima
His more than ample physique,
was a profuse plethora of abundance,
a surfeit of shameless gastronome
that defined a cornucopia of excess
and a masticating overindulgence.
Such a pity to gormandize,
to binge, gorge, and satiate.
to devour in such excess,
in such morbid over indulgence,
in such heinous and nefarious gluttony.
His self-inflicted surfeit of sustenance
debilitated and shaped his identity, his image,
his gargantuan and elephantine appearance,
and nauseated and revolted all who gazed
upon his abominable and abhorrent obesity.
Categories:
elephantine, health
Form:
Free verse
I must say a bewildered chill ran down my back
When I learned the gigantic billions you throw to charity,
A big heart that only the heavens could endow,
That resonates with a compassion for those in depravity
And to them that circumstances have dealt a blow.
Ninety-nine percent of your elephantine fortune,
You've chosen to give them that Providence gave not,
Perhaps an orphan or a widow desperate;
Them that the windows of heaven probably forgot;
Of basic means and amenities bereft.
May the celestial godowns full of treasures unseen,
Be emptied upon your head by the unerring heavens;
May the imperishable extraterrestrial benediction be upon your soul,
And may your childrens' children( all your descendants in whole),
Partake of Christ's cup of grace and glory,
For earth has never before heard this beautiful story.
At eighty the weight of time upon you sits,
But he can never worry who has for others lived;
Demise is only a crown fit for arms that for the hapless worked;
It's by the heavenly crew well-received
A soul that on great causes embarked,
And chose to pursue the precarious path of philanthropy.
May you live to be older than any Methuselah;
The world can never have enough of your heart,
And no matter how much I endeavor with all the skill of art,
It never can suffice to praise your benevolent deeds;
Let the gifted seraphs for you compose a rhyme
And the mute galaxies its rhythm mime,
To laud the deeds you've stamped upon the face of earth,
For you've penciled upon faces forlorn lines of mirth.
Categories:
elephantine, dedication
Form:
Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty floral curve in the air. Especially when the expedition notes are playing B B B E E E B E B E B E AM A A A A. That is fundamentally different to a single quack or a peck. And when the legs have become tired from stalking a petal the hair relaxes. Thus turning from an electric hay bale into a carved creation. Wow. Laughter omitted from a painting can be very dramatic if the angles of voice are in a off position. So clap the switch. And so said a speaker who was gathering alot of dust which was not pleasing for the distinguished lord dog fogram de la mangers earl of Grayson hall. Harvesting can be achieved with a colander but nit a cylinder for cylinders carry cases of coned coniferous clambering chomping chocolates. And the arrival of those chocolates is said to desensify even the most frozen of sword. Swordfish swallowing swampy seas. And a little fortress flirting and flitting with a flat framework. Hahaha a bead over there! Is magnified in a spot light. Haha spritely springing stoical shell. Hahah musk mooing. Xxxxx elephantine xxxxx alphanumeric Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z ok then. And now eat a crystalized burger with a recorded relish. Z.z£5's %0¥808, 900, 909 $2 3 1 €666, 666, 666 and boom said an android article. *#*#7% of a piccolo cloud club. Z.
Categories:
elephantine, adventure, america, assonance, aubade,
Form:
Les C. More back from the vay-cay holidays,
giving my poetry peeps
a look-see at an odd Klondike meet
He ain’t nothing but
small potatoes
Trying to live
big-talk lettuce large
His backsliding snowshoes
walk so holey
That short con grifter grin
spin tall tales —
Green giant beanstalk
talk guacamole-y
Mucho moneybag dreams
full of empty air,
that don’t ever avocado amount to nothing
Small-time schemes
of simple-minded plans,
which never pan out ... sub zero foul headed south
Always bringing in less than nothing
He ain’t never gon bandito be nothing
but a small fry —
Small-time peso, catphish criminal
on an asphalt pond coin hustle
Pennywise pygmy putting on froggy airs,
croaking a tough guy cry ... squirting big croc tear lies
Acting like dollar store muscle
But his big, bad Canadian woofs
be a poodle scare farce,
French barks full of nothing ...
giving him kennel plenty caged time
to have more polarizing, petty cell thoughts —
Little gray matter blowing
big bluster got busted ... Arctic cop caught
Leprechaun brain freeze melting grandiose dreams
into Yukon fools gold, iron bar moonbeams
Solitary mote musings eyeing elephantine endings:
more get-rich angles, poach-the-poor fantasies
Tiny-hearted man with big swindle hands,
always got a large lung bag of con
for holding paper vapors less than nothing
Categories:
elephantine, adventure, character, fun, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Two jousting robots
In their purple helms
Red and blue carpets
Cling to the kings they serve
And serve themselves indeed
Two jousting robots
Fly forth with self poisoned thrusts and
On noble burros they ride
Side stepping the sharp jabs
Half heartedly fought
Shame and glory shared
With sly elephantine smiles
Battles fought for themselves
Royalty drowned in their own coffers
the public starving for blood
and the dried crumbs dropped
by these feigning knights
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I often view politicians in this light. They care not for the people they serve and we often only distinguish between them by their sigil.
Side note: why isn't politics or government a category on here? do we truly have nothing to say about it?
Categories:
elephantine, people, philosophy, word play,
Form:
Free verse
like wind chimes
the tenebrous fate
of society's downtrodden
h
a
n
g
s
on a slender thread
threatening to snap,
tugged
even tighter
by the elephantine weight
of their woes.
sad, though...
it's sad we don't listen to
their anguished c r i e s
like we attentively do
the mellisonant tunes
of wind chimes.
how come?
Submitted for...
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Hilo Poet
Date written: 08/07/2022
Categories:
elephantine, fate, people, perspective, sad,
Form:
Other
ELEPHANTINE ERROR
”That’s not my elephant!”
She said loudly between mouthfuls of spaghetti.
Ella was one of my 2nd graders,
And we had just discussed the Bill of Rights,
And were taking our lunch break.
Some kid said Democrats were better than Republicans
‘Cos donkeys were better than elephants.
Seemed to me a good enough reason to prefer
One useless party over another.
Then they were trading pictures, hand-drawn,
Of party symbols, and Ella was indignant
Cos another girl said her (messy) picture of an elephant
Was better, anatomically speaking, than Ella’s
(messy) skinny elephant pic, adding sarcastically
That this inferior pachyderm was no doubt called “Ella”.
Then Ella yelled, between mouthfuls of spaghetti,
But I’m a Democrat and this is my donkey !
I knew then that party allegiance
Was going to be a lifelong thing for Ella.
Couldn’t be known as Ella the Elephant,
Every time she held up her poster at conventions.
Categories:
elephantine, funny
Form:
Free verse
Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet also noxious
After a tie; for, to what end unlimited perfection…..it would seem abnoxious
With no end in sight; and big oaks and trees seeming mortal, yet not dying
Ever guessing His source, teasing their mysteries and playing
And their relation to Adam; her husband, not by choice
But a program counter-intuitive; such that her voice
Would only ever be a mere shadow, a gaunt echo
Of Adam and his Masters booming light, much like the gecko
Who hides softly and silkily in shade cool and damp
Or the giant elephant loping about clumsy who only seems to tramp
‘Why this gecko seeking moist air, when the sun chokes his breathe
Or the elephant, whose stampde maks him an unwelcome guest.
Not content to merely laugh at the huge trunk of the dromedary and his tusk
To reach up and grab his elephantine robes and to smell his musk
Likely she grew tired of the large mammal and his heavy hoof beats
Relentlessly poundingthe earth beneath, hearing him, perhaps from Africa to Crete
And caused the rumbling which finally toppled the walls of those fair cities Minoan
Or how else did the Kingdom of Knossos fall, so far, the ancient site shows a window
Of perfect harmony and bliss an ordered society and blest, with violence well at bay
The Idylli morals deepset in grape and olive, crushed sunset with sailors at play
Riding on top of dolphins and drinking from the boot, gathering for the store-house
Oil, Wine and Wheat; preparing for competition with glove to box or race to trod---no man a louse
It would seem this island fantasy a paradise much like that mentioned in Genesis, Eden
Where the rule of the monarch rested lightly on the people; and men had ample time to find their abundant pleasure, among the dolphin or minotaur
Where pictures depict gymnasts leapingover bulls and by so doing pass the bar
Of manhood in such simple and playful way, with manly innocence
They had proven their version of the garden—With good sense
Categories:
elephantine, angel, anger, aubade, bird,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Transfixed upon a lucite sunray
the iron blood of longshoremen
washed beneath the whisperings of the bay
a pupil canvas pierced through
by the scalpel of elephantine deceit
vision yellowed in the flowering of a lost identity
the young man swallows deeply and mourns
the gist of his first twenty-nine years.
Categories:
elephantine, anniversary, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse