Elks Poems | Examples

Megalith

(center)Visions grow
out of our imaginations like vines.
We want to excavate a bare-knuckled past
with the jaw bones of concussed elks.

A cold moonlight carves them still.
They are the blunt teeth of a low wailing sky,
the works of a hand-crushed faith
far beyond the ken,
of we curious and depthless delvers.

We who stand now non-plussed,
our minds turned around
these mute megaliths
as if we were stone thoughts
upon a grinding lathe
searching
for any distant sense
of - why
while myopically questioning
the source of our
softly rooted selves.(center)

Drag Queen Theatrics

A drag queen caused quite a disruption
with her latest drag show production.
While she sang with aplomb,
the full show was a bomb.
That's why she's called Eva Destruction.

At the Elks Club, the men blow a gasket
when they see the act for the Grand Banquet.
Her singing is so fine
and her dance is divine.
She's a drag queen: Helena Handbasket.

Sunday

I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair

Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky

Eagles soar 'cross the sun looking for a meal
it's as close to God as any man might feel

Seeing new calves breathing their first taste of spring
on limp legs, to its mother a young foal clings

Out in the grass a meadowlark courts its mate
with a song so sweet that it makes my heart ache

The bugling of elks welcome the morning light
at the foot of the ridge somewhere out of site

Across my front yard nature is at its best
here on my front porch I'd love to sit and rest

But cattle are crying, they need attending
winter was hard so there's fences need mending

I hoist my coffee in a toast to the hand
that made me a part of his glorious plan

So I'll take a moment, contemplate and pray
On the ranch, Sunday is just another day

Animal Abc Footles

apes smile
ants pile

bats cleave
bugs leave

cocks crow
cows plough

dogs bark
ducks quack

elks stride
eels slide

frogs leap
fleas creep

goats skim
gars swim

hares dig
hens sprig

insects
infect

jays sing
joys ring

krills feed
kois breed

Lord*-blest
life's nest.

*Genesis 1:25 And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

May 7, 2022
7th place, "A Brian Strand PREMIERE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/7/2022.

Standing Stones

They grow out of our minds.
They excavate the past
with the jaw bones of concussed elks,
time is not in them,
it is only we who shimmer then disappear.

Wind and a cold moonlight
carves them still.
They are the blunt teeth
of an endless angry sky.

The undead
deadness of their weight
anchors the soil
keeps it from flying away.

If we let them they will ask of us,
lead us to recall the dust
in our green bones.

A Kid's Rhyme For Advent

Joyous angels an entire night spent,
singing with flutes they ceased to relent.
Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent.
A story indeed reminiscent
of ageless advents when we all went
to sing in churches in wintry Kent.
In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length,
in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength.
We sought more fun for an extra cent.
But after pleasure we did repent,
speaking solemn words of a good gent:
'Oh, what a pleasant time in advent,
to usher in the infant God sent.'

Standing Stones

Visions grow 
out of our minds like vines.
We want to excavate 
the bare-knuckled past
with the jaw bones 
of concussed elks.

Wind and a cold moonlight 
still carves them.
They are the blunt teeth 
of a low wailing sky.
They are rock-hewn prayers, 
works of a drowned
weight of era’s, 
constructs so deeply layered now
that they are beyond the ken, 
of we curious delvers.

We who stand non-plussed, 
our minds twined
around these mute megaliths
feeling for any sense 
of who and why?

Stop Look and Wonder:Wonder Look and Stop

yellow canary speaks
her's is the only clear truth
we humans can learn

welsh corgi plays
his is the main contentment
we humans can learn

two elks warm
their's are the source of survival
we humans can learn

black cat cuts back flips
there lies the truest humor
we humans can learn

twins open their eyes
God's Rays of Inspiration
we humans must learn

Meditation Healing Temptation

Nature I see you, you see me
Forest animals, I see you you see me.
Sunshine shining beautiful flowers blooming
Falling leaves embrace. Golden nature never erase.
Playing pretend takes its place
For imaginary fairies dance all over the place.
Drawfts greetings with smiles on they face
Elves bless you with all they grace.
Deer's comes out they hidden place
Elks, rabbits and them all gather 
For a wonderful feast and funny tales stories ready to take place.
Meditation healing temptation 
Take your place. For mother nature has come to her state.

Untroubled Heaven - Above the Sea of Fog

A man in a black suit, and cane drawn
wandering above the sea of fog 
wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bog

Untroubled Heaven in his eyes for the moment
fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn

where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves
black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn
a habitat full of wildlife species that are born

1/5/2019

I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn


Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  


Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature

12/30/2016


My home for 36 years

Elks Are Thirsty

Elks are coming from the forest inside my home. They are thirsty (in my dream)
...

A Deadly Pack

The restless wolves begin to howl
A rallying call for the hunt
Watching closely,  ravens caw
As hungry wolves growl

Then the pack starts off in a trot
As the alpha male leads the  lot
The hunt is on, the ravens follow
Hoping for some scraps to swallow

The elks in the distance start to run
 But wolves can run all day
A  nearby river glistens in the sun
A chance for the elk to swim away

But gray wolves are excellent swimmers too
And  they pursue their prey to the other side
The elk, now tired begin to slow
And powerful jaws deliver the death blow

The wolves now feast on their new kill
Supreme hunters of the plains
The ravens too get their fill
 As Canis Lupus howls again

3/12/2015

The Lonely Barn On Greenpoint Road

A run-down barn nestled among low and gentle hills,

it adds natural charm to a breathtaking landscape.


On sunny mornings, it adorns itself with sunrays,

making the screeching ravens flee to a shady spot.


Its paint is peeling off due to an abandoned state,

it once echoed with the constant moos of cattle.


It can almost hear the tractors heading for the harvest,

emitting fumes to disperse the wildflowers' strong aroma.


Mockingbirds are too annoyed to welcome another crisp morning

with their thrilling notes that can make the radiant air so festive.     


Cowboys riding on fast horses gave life to these fileds, once tallgrass prairies...

even they have left these lands where buffalos, elks and coyotes freely roamed.  


Driving back home, dusk changes the color of fields, clouds, hills and sky...

shadows invade the lonely barn on Greenpoint Road followed by many stars.

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