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....

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"Sam Dumpty here for National Geoplastic Magazine. I am surrounded by the most prominent scientists and archeologists in the world. The occasion? The unveiling of the de-extincted wooly mammoth. To say that the level of excitement is to the moon and back would be an...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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

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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...

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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...

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[ For Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein 
Sponsor : Tom Woody
submitted: 9/5/25 ]

Many starry nights I lay
in my wooden cabin next to your 
sanctuary waiting for whisperings
from your past, wisdom words

I wrote odes about a nurturing 
grey wrinkled body smelling of hay
overripe fruit 
transferring images...

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     I watch the sun rise and once again bring another dawn, Another day in which we are alive. I stand 30 feet above the muddy ground, on the top of our walls, at the end of my watch shift. 
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