Miscommunication
I told her she looked elegant
But she just heard elephant
Oh don’t get me wrong I quipped
And before I could stop it slipped from my lip
I do love the pachyderm
‘My mistake,’ I thought, and began to squirm
The look on her face was clear to all
No time to wait no time to stall
I said ‘elegant, the dress is a beaut’
You don’t look fat at all - just nice and cute’
Oh dear I think I just made it worse
Silently she mouthed a curse
To set things aright I must attempt
For from her wrath I am least exempt
‘Elephant is the furthest thing
Your ears aren’t that big and your trunk don’t swing’
I stammered and stuttered
My heart skipped and fluttered
Silent no more ‘YOU’ came the trumpet
My sweet wife became an angry strumpet
All by a word simply mistaken
And so I sleep ne’er to awaken
Trump
Racism
Chaos
Lawlessness
Incompetence
Lies
Inflation
War in Iran
Food and gas prices
Cheating
No accountability
Is this what you support?
If so you're part of the problem.
The truth is the truth nothing more....
I hold myself accountable for all I've said. How about you?
Something to think about.
Elephant with pizzaz knew he was all that day after day
So glitzy that notorious drag queens had turned him away
He wanted to be in a show of some kind, so he was
It was shut down quickly by the jealous, the coppers, the fuzz
Elephant decided to rent his own meadow and have a sing
The other animals brought their lawn chairs to hear his ting-a-ling
He gave them a show like no other performer could ever have done
They came back and paid him money, because they had so much fun!
Elephant Santa was much slower than our old Santa Fred
You may get your Christmas presents in a week or two said Ned.
He’s slow, but jolly, said the one who had hired him.
He had wanted to save money, this skinflint named Jim.
We were not that happy about Christmas that year.
Some of us did not get our presents until after New Year cheer.
Elephant Santa was a sweet guy, personable and all.
But Roary raccoon got his Christmas presents in the fall.
a powerhouse
massive and impressive
roaming the plains
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Your silence is deafening,
As are the expressions you have yet to utter.
Ideas you mutter
Have fallen onto attentive ears,
One who hears
Conceptualizations you have yet to speak of
And notions you have only since dreamed of.
A supposition of love,
Perhaps not the state of being in love,
Leading to holding her above
The pedestal. For in this moment,
Her feet are too sterling
To be sullied by the dust
Left so carelessly on the plinth
That has yet been handled
Since the assumed maiden
Devastated your heart and abandoned it.
She left it vacant,
Allowing the new artisan to place gracefully
In her hand, the brush of crimson paint,
Renewing the color
That the crone thieved of you.
A warning is passed onto,
Sent so loudly
That your ears can't seem to
Indulge on the phrases.
Spells of dejection to offer many a protection,
Shouting to hold your deafening silences
And allow her to run mad.
For she can hear all that is unspoken,
Her understanding, unbroken,
But speaking it aloud
Leaves all emotions open.
The sun is sinking, low and gold,
a story's starting, yet untold.
The elephant is on the label,
but I'm the one struggling to be able.
It tastes like silk and velvet dreams,
or liquid gold and heavy creams.
One sip? One harmless kiss?
One bottle down? I am the hit-and-miss.
The glass is drained, the bottle light,
a gentle fog obscures my sight.
I see the elephant.
It stands calm and still...
While I surrender the heavy cost
for every velvet line I crossed.
I wear the mask of pitch-bllack eyes of darkness to hide myself away from a heavy shroud pulled tight against the light.To end, to surrender, to bury my facial spirit,Wrapped in deep silence, losing control—
Crawling through shadows, escaping their gaze,Lost in the quiet, learning the phantom steps of who I've become in this maze.Then—the shattering.Under the cold eyes of a judging heart of the beholder.
And i whisper lies to the sweet ghost I used to be,Drowning in the darkness that swallows me of thoughts that feel like death.
As my memory gives me fits,
an elephant never forgets.
It should come as no surprise
that a head of such huge size
holds a hundred gigabits.
My lil elephant
Tic tat tic
Tic tat tic
Tic tat tic
My lil elephant
Tic tat tic
Can do good tricks
My lil elephant
Can sing a song
Sing a song
Sing a song
My lil elephant
Can sing a song
All night long
In Sicily’s cradle, so tender and small,
A newborn dwarf elephant—no larger than a doll.
Seventeen pounds of wonder, pure and bright,
Born full of wisdom, with gentle might.
Eyes deep as earth, a soul wrapped in green,
Feasting on leaves where innocence has been.
Clean-hearted vegan in a world grown wild,
A tiny giant with the heart of a child.
Oh, cuddly marvel that time let depart,
You dwell in our memories, whispered from heart to heart.
A love that once roamed where the past softly wept—
The cutest lost baby the Earth ever kept.
(The AI title was “Whispers of the Lost Tusker”)
The elephant packed his trunk
ere leaving home with a load
and looked down his nose before crossing
to see what's on the other side of the road
as the tumbler pigeon
be it ever-so humble
when airborne
was compelled to tumble
and the spinner dolphin
without a care
continued to spin
while in the air
yet not one of them did such antics
to amaze amuse or impress man
but only and simply...
because they can
I am the matriarch
a mother elephant
chosen leader of my herd
I guide them day and night
for food, drink, and safety
keeping peaceful harmony.
Behemoth, dust-born grace
Gentle wisdom’s own face
Savannah’s ivory dusks
Rhythm of moonlit tusks
Beckoning our worship
And lifting Mother Earth up
Contest Name: ANIMAL ELEPHANT
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: September 21, 2025
Category: Verse
Too large to avoid everyone knows it's here
not wishing to collide they won't stand too near
nor broach the subject they keep it under wraps
Mum's the word keep it under your hat
they all walk 'round it talk around it
they're not blind so what gives
it's unkind to animals and who wants to live
with an elephant in the room
too large to evade it's something they ignore
not wanting to impede but can't close the door
a line they won't cross they'll avoid it at all costs
just sit there and stare
even sweep it under the rug with a broom
but with lumps and bumps that big
how long can they keep on pretending it's not there
the elephant in the room
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