Best Mammoth Poems
Kentucky boasts about her Mammoth Cave
People exploring it are quite brave
Four hundred miles
Giving them trials
Exploring her passages is a fave.
Categories:
mammoth, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
For eons the Wooly Mammoth slumbers, deep in his impatient sleep
Restless beneath his brilliant blanket of Artic Ice.
Neath the timeless tundra you can hear him weep.
Memory is a thunderstorm raging in the caverns of his mind
Frozen in the inexorable blue glacier of his torment,
Grinding down all time lost and misspent.
Aghast, he dreams of a past significantly better
And finds that tortuous road a loss much bitter,
He turns instead to the visions of a future perfect.
In the germ of his wintry bones there is flora fair
Potential foments in the virgin forests there.
Radiant aspirations are his heart’s true reason
So he thinks, I must have missed another climate, another season.
On feet that seek and find, he longs to wander forever
In the heat of the succulent jungle air.
He craves to fulfill his naked hunger
But lost, he can no longer.
All he can remember is this mind numbing slumber
And this cold, cold winter.
Categories:
mammoth, depression
Form:
III.
Dan found himself between
the angry mammoth and the cliff.
He had no choice but to retreat,
though the fall his flesh would rip.
Then about six feet down he saw,
a tree growing out of the wall,
at a slanting angle he could catch,
so Trapper Dan let himself fall.
He snagged the trunk and hung,
his legs dangling free in space.
Above the angry mammoth tried,
but could not check’s it pace.
An animal so very large
can’t always halt in a shot spell.
Momentum carried him clear off,
and a hundred feet he fell.
Dan scrambled back upwards,
then looked down upon the stream.
He wanted to skin the giant beast,
but couldn’t move it without a team!
And emerging on the river’s far side,
one hundred long feet below,
Three more mammoths did appear,
and send up a mournful bellow.
Dan just sighed and shook his head,
deciding right then and there,
that he was not going to risk anymore
for a pelt of mammoth hair...
Twas two weeks back without dogs,
and he stopped two days to hunt.
He arrived at Whitehorse exhausted,
consumed by an angry funk.
He walked into the small café
and found Kloatsultshik eating.
Dan said,”I Should’ve listened, my friend,
and saved myself the beating.”
That was the last he ever trapped,
he and Kloatsultshik partnered up to buy
the small café and a mining stake,
running their businesses side-by-side.
And in all the years that followed,
whenever people spoke of trekking west,
Dan warned them off of the small pass,
of The Valley That Trumpets Death.
Categories:
mammoth, adventure, fear, mountains, nature,
Form:
Narrative
Timely simultaneous occurrences? really? or a big beef casserole delivering a speech?
A leaning vibrating hand of a plant is getting out of the pot today. It prefers a nice vase you see. Varnish no onion automatics in a tilted frame. It is imperative but imperfect also to accept that a pear in pearls and pretty lingerie. But paces of palaces that hold dangled jewelled garden turrets can baffle even the most astute scientist with a chisel brush. Chisel brushes are known to hide secrets within hair follicles and follicles are not flying fleeced fish and nor are they waving at the sheltered shrieking swimming sword fish. Ok then. Time to put on a silver turban and dance. It is wise to eat whilst dancing. whirling is good to eat soups. Marching is for sandwich and burger eating. And ice cream is to preform a ballet pirouette at high speed. Then if course a biscuit was to be eaten it would be the tango that would be danced. And all the other types of foods and drinks have equal dances in rhythms. How very interesting that a mango slice is eaten to a sixties tune twisting. Great. Now a day of dance and eating. In robotic symphonic shredding. Dare to dream of the light fluffy cheese dips? Well go on. But you have to tap dance if you eat a plate of that. Ha melodramatics z z z at thirty eight baths running up a mountain filled with petals and wine and rosemary with a juniper bathing sweetly to sixteen stomping muddy boots playing the violin and sewing while sat on wings of dancing petal sprays. X to z znc znc and an ancient fish on a throne. 0%0%0% 525 ~ to 8. Z.zzzz weeeereeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa, Z
Categories:
mammoth, adventure, allah, america, analogy,
Form:
I.
Trapper Dan Slocumb sat on down
in the small Whitehorse café.
The gold rush gone, ten years now,
he’d turned to furs to make his pay.
That day he spotted Red Billings,
carving away at a large tusk,
Much too big to ever be ivory
from even the greatest walrus.
He also wore what looked to be
a brand new buffalo coat,
but the hair on it was reddish-brown,
and so damn long that it flowed!
“Wherever did you get that?”
the trapper went on to ask.
Red said,”Took it from a frozen Indian,
six days west, by a small pass.
“I was trapping nearby looking for
an untouched source of hides,
When I found a man lying dead,
fallen motionless, on his side.
“I figured he wouldn’t need them,
so I helped myself, you see.
I made this coat, sold the rest,
but held on to the ivory.”
Dan he sat, lost deep in thought,
contemplating Red’s crazy tale.
That hide look like a big windfall,
better than trapping to no avail.
Six days west was manageable,
and his sled and dogs could zoom,
that’s when the half-breed Kloatsultshik
spoke up from across the room.
“Slocumb, don’t go being foolish,
for my mother’s people tell,
of a place one week west of here,
filled with great beasts from hell.
“Billings is lucky to be breathing,
if he traveled near that pass,
for in the language of my mother
it’s named ‘The Valley That Trumpets Death.’”
Red laughed and dismissed him,
“That’s all superstitious nonsense.”
And the thoughts of Dan only say
visions of dollars and of cents...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Categories:
mammoth, adventure, fear, mountains, nature,
Form:
Narrative
II.
Through long hills and dense forest,
Slocumb’s dogs pulled the sleigh.
Faint traces of Red Billing’s trail
guided Dan along the way.
He found the frozen Indian,
torn apart by many scavengers.
He said then a silent prayer,
since he couldn’t bury him in frozen dirt.
Another day of searching long,
and by a stream he found, at last,
a small gap in a long ridge,
he stood before the small pass.
It was a very narrow route,
quite easy for a man to miss,
shrouded by a forest of spruce
and the weight of clinging mists.
He worked through the route slowly,
moving the dogs around boulders.
Into a long and narrow valley,
Dan and his huskies soldiered.
The valley seemed like any other,
as he moved slowly through the glades,
with only the sound of the runners
breaking the silence in any way.
He came into a meadowed spot,
on the south side of a ledge.
One hundred feet it fell away,
to a churning river that leapt its bed.
As he looked down a cracking sound
arose from the woods' far side.
Then a piercing wail erupted loud,
echoing both far and wide.
A massive red-brown head emerged,
then a body impossible large!
Huge tusks spiraled towards him,
and the great beast launched a charge.
Dan froze in place, not believing
that an elephant could live in snow.
No wait—a mammoth! That was what
stood faced before him as a foe.
Dan grabbed his trusty Winchester
and dove away from the sled.
The mammoth speared it swiftly,
and both the dogs and sled lifted.
With a toss of its huge head,
dogs and sled flew off the ledge.
Enraged, Dan let go with him gun,
seven rounds in the beast’s head.
But then to his great horror,
the mammoth turned to him.
Bloodied, but not badly hurt,
with a trumpet, it came charging…
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Categories:
mammoth, adventure, fear, mountains, nature,
Form:
Narrative
A worm blew a hole in a basin but no froth came. The froth had gone outside and was playing swimming games with the pieces of straw. No remarkable remainders of a barely bitten straw could ever rot the haze of a burnt field. So often misjudged and misinformed is neither a mystic nor a magician's mortality. All wave then. There now follows an intermission of between twenty and thirty years before once again pickle meets cheese on a stick. Occasionally the pineapple might join in too. Wow. Slice the sluice and stew the sap. And the current raisin is the only one standing in the rivers of the marzipan sauce which drips from brows like cordial on a tea towel. Moon making levitating lemurs then? Good. Now all must adhere to the strict ways of eating rice. One piece at a time. Orderly. Great. Fantastic isn't it? And whose waiting wave crashed through bathroom bringing a shark tribe of three. Fins finalising framing frolicking fickle.fingered filtrations'. And a large.dose of pea juice dives into the shower to escape the sauna. Haha pointed ears of a bin liner in a line. Hahaha baskets of breadth and width joins the bakery section on the b5983. Hahaha dinner did dump during digestion. Xxxxx multiplication z z z z z
Categories:
mammoth, allegory, art, basketball,
Form:
Drinking from clear, gurgling streams,
catching frogs, unfolding dreams,
without iPhones, watches or clocks,
sitting high on granite rocks -
my memory is unwinding
a young boy exploring and finding
pumice and obsidian flakes
in the mountains over Mammoth Lakes.
Categories:
mammoth, beautiful, childhood, memory, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
Millions of dollars, and scietific study, may well be used
To re-create this big rumminent; buddies.' How its to be
Done.? I'd really like to know.' Like where will fresh enough
Bio-logical matterial be found? After so..' So many millions
Of years.?? Maybe Mary Schwitzer can show? us bout such a
Mystery though.? You see the facts are showing.' The story may
change to well.' a more Biblical timeline.? Yet let us await
Whats to be known.' I believe what was hidden will be
Brought forth.' Because we all.' must know God is still on His Throne.)
Categories:
mammoth, education, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Taken sideways, swept as a web strung spider
Sand sugar legged staggered specimen lured by weightless
Drifters soon to be lifted by unruly tide's violent
Fears ditched for the squall enthrall of ocean fizzed caress
Bolstered by booming blue brew, cork floated
Swell surmounts without pattern or rationale, contankerous
Bobbed from below, five foot heads promoted
Bounced jack in boxes sprung from rolling realm rapturous
By tide's untimed tumult, sea steamed unite
Sapphire stew participants simmer, softening vegetables
Drawn to next wily wave, crest conquer delight
Drag of salt soaked slow motion moon cascade incredible
Roaring turquoise rise, crumb humans crafted
Into toys at mercy of lapis lazuli, control's essential revoke
Track formation, tremor with desirous laughter
Brought to cool commotion by compulsion utterly unspoke
26th September
- For Ace -
Categories:
mammoth, adventure, appreciation, imagery, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
M is for mammoth, big as a barn,
with long woolly hair that's much warmer than yarn.
He's 15 feet tall from his toes to his head,
(much too big to keep in the gardening shed)
He's got really big tusks and he weighs 13 ton,
and he stomps on saber tooth tigers for fun.
He wandered the plains munching bushes and grass,
when a blizzard surprised him and froze his fat mass.
5000 years later when the weather was nice,
it thawed just a bit and he burst from the ice!
The scientists flocked round to skin and de-bone him,
with a bunch right behind who were hankerin' to clone him.
If the cloning succeeds and the Doc's have their way,
We'll be hip deep in mammoths the very next day!
Then us gardening folk can despair of our broccoli,
cause its tough enough dealing with crows by the flockly,
and raccoons by night, and woodchuck by day,
and running 'round chasing Mizz Bunny away.
We all know for a fact that no chicken wire fence,
will keep out a mammoth. (they're just too immense)
Categories:
mammoth, animal, environment, garden, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Salinder’s Mammoth
an 11 year old
Russian boy
finds the mammoth
carcass which
scientists claim at
early analysis to be
almost complete &
30,000 years old.
“6 feet 6 inches tall &
1,100 pounds it had
been at 16 years” &
upon reading this
a frantic believer in the
faulty organized
fictions of the world
scrambles through their
little special book,
desperately trying to
find a loophole
in which they can stuff
this creature so that
for them, it will all
still make
sense.
Categories:
mammoth, life,
Form:
Free verse
.
Puff
her cheeks
pixie
spoke
her thick
speak's
both
beg'd
and still they were fast
in smile
their
mode
Pop
hern mine
sees
froze
Poof
there'z no wordz
Categories:
mammoth, allegory, beautiful, blessing, extended
Form:
Romanticism
Met A Mammoth On Sabbath
had met a mammoth
on Sunday which is our sabbath
while God will be with
Jim Horn
Categories:
mammoth, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
M-ammoth undertaking
E-manates from climbing a hill;
A-s you need faith, hope, and love to do the Lord God's will.
M-ammoth undertaking
I-s living a life on earth;
N-atural and emotional
D-isaters bring no mirth.
O-n January thirty-first, find the luck and blessing;
G-oing on in this world is a mammoth undertaking.
Categories:
mammoth, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic