Elephants Poems

A Snappy Comeback

Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.

Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.

Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as

Dancing Elephants

Twas the funniest sight
Saw an elephant dance
Wearing a frilly green dress
Without any pants

A crowd gathered round
To take in the sight
Some squirrels and penguins
And hippos on bikes

A bunch of silly monkeys
Wearing polka dot ties
Were joking with tigers
Wearing shades for disguise

What a glorious scene
They were all having fun
Taught us all a great lesson 
To love everyone

No matter

Where Do Elephants Go To Die

Where Do Elephants Go To Die
?
I have seen them in my dreams, moving like shadows across the long green grasses, their great heads nodding in silent reverence to the world that made them.

The rivers, the mountains, the endless sky—once their kingdom, now their grave.
They walk with wisdom beyond our own, knowing joys we have long

Dancing Elephants

Twas the funniest sight
Saw an elephant dance
Wearing a frilly green dress
Without any pants

A crowd gathered round
To take in the sight
Some squirrels and penguins
And hippos on bikes

A bunch of silly monkeys
Wearing polka dot ties
Were joking with tigers
Wearing shades for disguise

What a glorious scene
They were all having fun
Taught us all a great lesson 
To love everyone

No matter

A dumpster fire

"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."

We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.

Red

In The Silence of The Spirits

They burnt tons of tusks
But the felled beasts
Remained silent still
In the spirit realm
Watching the fire slowly
Consume pieces of themselves

Waiting quietly
In that realm
Where their glorious trumping
Is not perceptible to the living

Waiting patiently
For their brothers, sisters
Sons, daughters and
Pieces of themselves
To join them
In the silence of the spirits

Dactyls and Elephants

Dactyls are metrical
Feet that are named after
Fingers with three little
Parts like the knuckles that
Lie in a pattern of
Stress like these sentences:

'Jealously murmuring
Elephants quietly
Sob in their handkerchiefs.'

Feet that are fingers -
How odd!

Two elephants were fighting

Earthquake was talking with my world.
But my world not respond yet.
Still now the dust still running all over my world.

All grass still admitted due to high wounds they got during fighting.
Oh am tired fighting with my own dream everyday.
Oh am really tired watching my beautiful dream I can not touch.
Oh am tired watching my own

is the elephants trunk a nose hand or mouth

is an elephant's trunk a nose or a hand?
Wanting to find out I traveled to Africa land.
One of the elephants used his trunk to wave at me.
Saw another wipe his trunk against his sleeve.
Female utilized her trunk to take a river drink.
Now I am consternated, do not know what to think.

Not For Elephants

In the liveliest REM stage of his night 
Bert beholds an unusual sight.
A troupe of pink elephants sound a trumpet blast 
Then stomp united towards the grass.
On the other side, a team of tall strong guys
March to the pitch with focussed eyes.
"I'll be the goalie!' Dan told Bert.
'I'm least likely to get hurt."
Bert referees. His

Elephants and the Splendorous Moon

Bringing branches with their trunks, they start their festival with glee
Swinging silent bells at the pearl sailing in the night sky
Flinging away darkness and dirt, for light to finally see
Singing pearls in the branches, pray to the divine up high

Praying to the ship of fourteen gates filled with splendorous light
Begging the pearl-gathering angels to help

baby elephants - a letter to my mother

baby elephants stay with their mothers their whole lives
they follow them for miles, 
hiding in the maternal shade 
of large, floppy ears,
perfect for listening to their cries.
so why, mom, did you leave your baby,
even after hearing my cries.
you came back,
left again,
came back,.
such a confusing cycle
for such a young elephant. 

baby elephants learn from their mothers.
how

elephants

feather elephants
pewter clouds chime through forest -
sing saxophone songs

April 13th 2022
Contest: Wild Animal Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllable Counter Poetrysoup
First Place

Prince Elephants Conversation

The dastardly leopard held off when he saw enormous elephant prince.
He is dressed in such splendor and is regal in ways of the lion he thought.
Blue and gold elephant shook his head out of the trees, a good rinse.
Wonder what my messenger has to say, wonder what he has brought.

Leopard, puma and zebra are awaiting

THE STORY OF BABY ELLIE

Ellie was just three months old,
When she was brought to our sanctuary,
A safe haven was our fold.
She was an orphan, her mother,
Her sister, her aunt, her brother,
All chased and shot, and left to die,
From our sad experience we knew,
That probably a foul mouthed, 
Red faced, sun frazzled man
Whose muscled legs would look   
Disgusting,

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