Best Triceratops Poems
Dinosaurs-A Triceratops
by Rick Rucker
A triceratops,
Plodding along so slowly,
Suddenly he stops
Tyrannosaurus bit the dust;
Velociraptor, too.
Triceratops and stegosaurus
Vanished from our view.
We’ve all heard of extinction,
Which is where the dinos went;
But a “saurus” fled that fate
And did survive, to some extent.
What I speak of is thesaurus,
Thick and mighty in its power.
The words it holds inside
Should make a lowly mortal cower.
Yet one can access what it hides
And tame it for its treasure.
A little effort lets one reap
Rewards too huge to measure.
Alas, most folks are not aware
This cryptic beast exists;
Thus, lackluster vocabulary
Sorrily persists.
If writers do not nurture it
Before their words are inked,
Someday soon the grand thesaurus
Will join those who are extinct.
for PD's Dinosaur contest
What are these ancient creatures?
Which once dominated the earth
Left a mark which we will never forget
They came and saw during the Triassic era
And they continued their reign all through the Jurassic era
Before we starting spending pounds or dollars or Lira
230 million years ago
They dealt with the mammals of their time
With just one blow
And devoured other reptiles as well
Nice and slow
They ruled the seas and oceans almost completely
And they hunted for preys on land quite discreetly
Pterodactyls controlled the skies before the coming of jets and drones
And they communicated with their peers without the need of cellular phones
They lived through the ages for more than a hundred million years
And were the masters of lions and even big brown bears
Before the coming of *****sapiens
They roamed the sands
And conquered other animals in many distant lands
With its blade like teeth and an enormous jaw
Tyrannosaurus Rex was the largest carnivore they ever saw
But my favourite was the herbivore, Triceratops
He could repel an attack by the T- Rex until it stops
And had two horns on its fore head like the sign Taurus
With huge talons on its feet that looks like gladius
And the dumbest was the plant eating Brachiosaurus
With its long neck which made it look simply ludicrous
The dinosaurs prospered and flourished
And they were all over the place
They were man’s predecessors
And ushered in the human race
By design the dinosaur was no bird or reptile
But it may have comprise of the two
Because its spine stood erectile
Always looking for something to bite or chew
One day an asteroid came crashing down
And wiped them out
All the dinosaurs who used to live in our town
The proof of their reign
Lies deep in the soil
While their fossils remains
Their flesh became crude oil
Mummy took us to the zoo
she hoped it wouldn’t bore us
In truth I think that mummy knew
we’d see a Brontosaurus
I stroked a small Triceratops
it had a tiny pink horn
I fed him all my chocolate drops
the keeper eyed me with scorn
I kissed a Tyrannosaurus Rex
When I climbed a big step ladder
Mom did all the safety checks
else the keeper would get madder
We were chased by a big Diplodocus
I could hear him snapping his jaws
Then he turned and he winked at us
and began to lick his huge paws
One dinosaur wore dark glasses
and tried so hard to ignore us
His breed no other surpasses
it’s a Doyouthinkhesawrus!
DINOSAUR(S) - FOR CHILDREN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
3/7/19
Basement
Occupied of dirty laundry
Comic books
And Chuck Palahniuk
This grungy fume
Smells of coffee beans
Stirred with cigarette butts
And dirty feet
Neutral Milk Hotel is singing
Through that dirty old stereo of yours
On top is a stack of
Scratched up mixes I created
Elliott Smith
Built to Spill
And Leslie Feist
Scribbled with my sharpies
24 pack purchased at Costco
This scene
Is all too familiar
And this room reeks
Of the late Saturday nights
Spent watching Spiderman one and two
Not three
Those summer days
Full of slices at Dream
And rooftop adventures
The miles soaked
In that dark maroon truck
Where your baby brother’s safety chair
Always got tangled up with the seat belt
You got frustrated
And I just laughed
Those kitchen afternoons
Full of Honey Bunches of Oats
And mouth-watering sandwiches
Light on the mayo
And heavy on the mustard
The lazy Sundays
Keeping our hands warm
With a cup of English Breakfast
Find us downtown
Wondering around Second Street
Notes left on the counter
Don’t forget to water the plants
And absolutely no guests
With an examination mark at the end
Love, Mom
You never did forget to water the plants
Hand in hand
With a zip lock bag full of trail mix
Extra M&M’s
With the world at our feet
That smile of yours
Takes me back
Seventh grade
Three seats ahead of me
A small frame
With a big head
Abnormally long arms
A devious smile
From ear to ear
No braces provided
Massive hands
And uneven bangs
A deep voice
For a little man
Stuck inside
A supernatural world
Full of villains
And superhero capes
Plaid jacket
Everyday
Snatched from Goodwill
Cheated the soda machine
And smacked lockers
Just to hear the magnetic mirrors
Crash
The face is so familiar
And the past is vivid
But I know nothing about you
How are you?
How is she?
Do you remember that
One time we
Raced in the dark
Till our insides almost exploded
That night I almost fell
Off your rooftop
Pointing out the Big Dipper
These times
Float through my mind
Vividly
By the way
Your hideous attempt
To draw a triceratops
Is still hanging on my wall
Thanks for that
Ya gotta love them.
Huge, wild, extinct, Flintstone's bus....
Tyrannosaurus.
Rex was his last name.
He disappeared all the same....
Ice age was to blame!!
Triceratops too.
And if he ever said boo...
Would scare even you!!!
*For SKAT's "Dinosaurs" contest
A Cyclops was chatting briefly to a triceratops on the A9. Travelling to a cooked conference. The deepening road arched in anticipation of wheels. Wow. The heightened awareness of ninety million snails parachuting from above can no longer be ignored by the pin people. Oh dear. The significantly growing masses can no longer be exposed to such truth. It is wiser to punch a door than a circular blade of grass. Every erosion eradicates evenly evil events. And a curly tail from a single ear of corn is paramount to a journey into an abyss of time. Travelling with curtain poles is fabulous. It highlights and further demonstrates the current need for versions to be visions and visitations visible. Vestibular vertabrims vanquish. And an eye of dawn laughing. Circumference of an atom is neither a headline of a series or a statutory static void. And still a turning. And still a stripey square. Spin then. No lines could ever taunt an area of over three hundred and fifty-five thousand square feet. Ha to that. Jeopardy is dancing with leopards today. Worldwide. Creating lots of financial gain. No ha to that. If doctors can spin then why don't they make a blanket then? And coughing in dough is not clever for it is wiser to cough near a drop of eighty-four million feet. Question not the remarkable ten toed wisdom of the arriving jellyfish. Canter. Gallop. And enter. How rather radical then. And so the conversation ceased as the journey began for the Cyclops and triceratops misted through the many lanes and roads cheered on only by their inner missions. Saluted by those whose antics upon humanity were rancid. And drawing attention only from the large piles of heifer excrement sizzling in the countryside akin to freshly cooked steak pies with gravy. Beanpole bake. Bream booms. Brook book. And one turtle eye staring. Xxxxx insectivorous institutions. Xxxx germination z
I was talking to a Triceratops,
About the age-old, meaning of life.
He said, he didn’t have the answer,
But, would go and ask his wife.
Moments later he returned,
Disappointment, etched over his face.
She said, “it’s no good asking me,”
We got wiped out;
by a thing, from Outer Space.
Foreword...
Of two commonly used pronunciations, this poem uses Dippla-doe-cous.
Originally written as a singy songy thingy to the tune of Supercalifragilistcexpealidocious.
Jurassic Lark.
An optical illusion or a little hocus pocus
I swear I saw a dinosaur, a massive Diplodocus
Then came the Tyrannosaur which seemed the most ferocious
Until I saw the Allosaurus eat the Diplodocus
Triceratops and Stegosaurs begin this second chapter
These are vegetarian, unlike Velociraptor
Two of which pursued my wife, and pretty soon they trapped her
But I got back her wedding ring, cos two days on they crapped her
Some dinosaurs are still alive, there's evidence before us
The tabloid press this morning were quite ready to assure us
That two armed men who robbed the bank cried out as if in chorus
Beat it or we're done for mate cos ARREKONYSAURUS!
While driving home from work one day the traffic all stood still
Word went round a car had hit a P-terodactyl
I snuck along the traffic queue to see it wasn't so
What people thought a pterosaur was Barry Manilow
A stomping sound behind me and I turn so full of fear
I fear I'll see a dino there, I do, and it's so near
I gaze into its gaping jaws, its breath is foul and hot
And so with much bravado, I say My, what big teeth you've...
CRUNCH... GULP...
So now I sit and fester here, inside a Dino gut
I guess it is my destiny to exit through his butt
I can't do much about it so I'll have to live with it
I go to meet my maker as a piece of Dino sh...
My son rises each morning and easily awakes;
He runs into my room and gives me a hardy shake.
There is no sleepiness in the sound of his excited voice;
The things that he says to me make me smile; I have no choice;
“Dad, Count Dooku has light sabers of both red and green!”
Or, “The triceratops is the funniest dinosaur I’ve ever seen!”
Or, “The polecat is the same animal as the skunk.”
Or, “I wish I could take a shower under an elephant trunk.”
There was, “Dad, I think orange is the color that I now like the best.”
And, “Can we go outside today to look for a treasure chest.”
One morning he said, “You know, mealworms can really stink.”
Once it was, “Dad, I saw a tarantula, swimming in our sink.”
Sometimes he tries to whisper, but he hasn’t mastered the technique yet;
I’ve told him not to shake so hard, but often he forgets.
Some people use an alarm clock or a rooster to help them rise;
But me? I have my bubbly son to help open up my eyes.
Equanimity is like that—
great for day by day.
Triceratops comes out to play
among the smilers, scoffing
at his claimed reality;
the screams are left there,
hanging for a time,
when creativity refuses
to be stuffed back in the box.
The poor old fellow, horns and all,
will not be taken seriously,
no matter how he mugs
before the camera; believers yawn
until the soldiers join the march
behind the flags and pretty girls
with pretty legs--and then the band!
Our ugly, born again,
intrepid hero with his plated armor
never had a chance;
it is his destiny to be unloved
and munch his vegetables,
and sink into the pit
that feeds the armed machine
far past the Pleistocene
that hovers there
above his dream.
~
Tyrannosaurus have come to bore us
till the next Jurassic Park movie’s nigh
Archaeopteryx’s feathers look more like sticks
who believes this lizard could fly?
Triceratops were dutiful pops
still the kids got a horn in the eye,
though Hadrosaurus were really flatus
their duckbill toots were just a sigh.
But with Comet Chicxulub,
Dinos joined the extinct club
though bird descendants remain
and if we don’t get our act together
Homo-sapiens’ fate will be the same.
Roses are dead, triceratops is blue
Vampires would gag at the taste of old you
We are stuck together, both chubby toward totally fat
You are my soul mate; what do you say to that?
Your skin is all wrinkled, but to me you’re a match.
We are suited, we two, as well as any Sasquatch.
Forcing rhymes to show my love is what I am doing today.
Want to come over to my house and whistle and play?
We might both be beefy and age spotted and totally long in the tooth.
But I’m a better match than that girlfriend you used to have –Ruth.
Oh, heck, that old crone is there with you, reading this text?
Forget it now, Romeo. With your attitude I am totally vexed.
Quandary
I bought a zoo - a magic place
With extinct animals - maybe lost in space
Now in a quandary - what to do
I have an ailing Jurassic Zoo!
My Stegosaur snores with loud zings
My Pterodactyl sprained one wing
My Tyrannosaur is burping bubbles
My Brontosaur wheezes stubble
My Allosaur has the sniffles
My Triceratops has heartburn dismal
My Philoceratops has the flu
My Centrosaur snorts in blue
Can't just go to the local drugstore
For dinosaur remedies lost in lore
In a quandary - what to do
My vet won't set foot in my Jurassic Zoo
Now
My Wooly Mammoth has lost his hair
My Sabre-toothed Tiger has toothache scares
My Short Faced Bear has halitosis
My Irish Elk has spinal stenosis
My Giant Sloth hangs upside down
My Wooly Rhino fumes and frowns
My Mega Otter cannot swim
My Bear Dog grows cat teeth in him.
Think I have solved my quandary....
Buying lush woodlands with running streams
In that paradise - let them all run free
Every time I visit with warm scones and fine tea
They will come a running with greetings just for me.
10-1-21
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Thank you Marikate for your inspiration!
10-8-22
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Sponsor: Mark Toney
Miss Lily wishes happy holidays
Little kiddos dancing to draw in the sunny days
Johnny, Tiny, Minnie, Stella, Jimmy in glee
to colour the Dinos in their books
with glitter, rainbow, many crazy looks
Lazy Johnny dreams in pride
A jaunty and jolly Jobaria tail ride
Tiny creates colorful horns for Triceratops
In all hues and shades of her lollipop
Minnie paints some green sauce for cutie Minmi
Licking her chocolate she paints its armor all brown and light
Bursts into peels of laughter at the sight
Little Stella splashes yellow on Stegosaur back
Dreams of drawing all her friends on its bony plate frock
Little Jimmy dreams of going to school on a Velociraptor
Makes him the captain of his toy helicopter
A uniform and cap for his Dino pal he draws
Paints a tie and shoes for his cool paws
It’s a wonder world of dinos, colours and golden spots
For all these sprightly tiny tots