Long Elephants Poems
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All my life's a circus
where clowns still dance on my brain
where elephants fly and tigers get high
by now your surely insane.
The retarded goat sippin a rootbeer float
started belting out a familiar tune
It had to do with his girlfriend Sue
and a rather horny baboon.
You're up on the tightrope and begin to fall
as the ringmaster calls your name
You hit the ground and look around
and wake up on a plane.
You land in the tent where the
circus freaks dwell
but beware of what they might steal
your hanging around upside down
and fall mentally ill.
Your friends are all gone
and your left all alone
for life has been a game
You turn on the tube and watch something crude
as you slowly go insane!
Pink Is Having a Moment
with
the new pink cricket ball,
pink soccer boots,
Yes, it's True Folks! It's a fair game!
But,
no World Cup team
is clad in pink—
they think it's too tame,
or maybe too bold,
a distraction
which amounts to the same.
Pink in fashion
is always arriving fresh,
and returning.
In nature, though,
it's as old as a daybreak
and twice as enduring.
Pink panthers,
pink flamingos,
pink slips, pink gin,
pink carnations in a lapel,
powdered pink wigs on
pink elephants after midnight,
drifting through Versailles
in clouds of rose-red perfume mist;
gate-crashing catwalks,
then riding away
in the Shock of the New—
A Shiny Pink Cadillac.
But don't expect
the pink moment,
to last very long.
It'll be left
as a glinting hint
subdued in the background.
Blushing in sunsets,
hiding in seashells,
lounging lazily
inside ripe watermelons,
lingering in galloping galahs,
coral reef fish fins flaps,
and the inner demure curves
of a conch shell.
It will fade from fashion
around the end of July.
Pink's moment will pass.
Yet, somewhere, out there—
A rose will ignore them,
a flamingo will stand on one leg,
and the evening sky
will blush
without permission!
and
the world will discover
Pink isss It!
all over again.
I want to know everything about you, I said.
She began talking, until I was green in my head.
I had opened up the floodgates of a woman who’d been dead.
I was the first person in fifty years who had stupidly said
Let me know everything. I am glad to hear about your life.
Now I understood more why she had never been a wife.
Every story was horrible, terribly, the worst, oh, so bad.
It was the worst conversation I had never ever had.
She did not pause for breath, she ran off like a horse.
She had so many ideas, she got me sometimes off course.
Her car had broken down, she had lost at least sixty-three jobs.
I wanted her to stop, but she kept going, and I mean in gobs.
So how did you like Great Great Aunt Tula? My mother asked.
I had been held hostage for days, in her full attention I had basked.
She had stories galore, and told some more than one time.
I heard every disgusting story; she was filled with gritty and grime.
It must have been interesting, my husband said later.
No it wasn’t I told him. No jeeps, elephants, circuses or alligator.
No traveling stories, or things that would be any way upbeat.
At least she had a great time, which I think was sweet.
Fear has no place in
your heart my little
lioness,
for you are so
brave and strong.
I know the blame
from others will always
be so wrong and fast
but I do know that you
were built to last throughout
the storm
And you are so loving and
warm.
The serpents and their words should really not be heard;
for they are ants compared
to the elephants of ideas
in your head and the gentle strength and wisdom you
so delicately possess.
So my lovely little lioness,
with a heart of gold
and a wonderful tale
to be told some day...
Stand up and be bold
enough to blow the
sour serpents away
with a new roar they
haven’t heard before!
You are so much more.
“Dedicated To My Daughter”
In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly,
On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays,
The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten,
And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words,
Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters,
They trap me in webs of lies and promises lost to the wind,
They strip me of my silence and leave me bare under a sky full of words,
I retreat to hidden corners of the universe, where the moon knows my secrets,
In their noisy tumult, I am the cat beneath the heavy steps of elephants,
Silent in a world that knows not to listen, only to speak,
In solitude, I find the harmony of a symphony of mute whispers,
Each thought is a falling star, each breath a new universe,
In the pale light of the dawning day, I find my balance,
On the edge of a dream, where silence is my quiet queen,
In this eternal dance of silence, I live the unseen magic of the world,
Words are but distant echoes, lost in time.
As of right now I am closer to the moon than happiness.
My sunshine on a cloudy seized to exist.
So many shots at making things right but I always miss.
I wish you were my Mrs. instead I am stuck missing....you.
As of right now I am marching in my parade through the freezing rain.
I can be hit by a car, lit on fire, struck by train.
Trampled by elephants, tarred and feathered,
but losing you is truly pain.
As of right now there is no reason to breathe.
You are my anti drug, my Xanax and weed.
I know it is my fault, I never called,
continuously broke your heart, cut you open and poured salt.
As of right now I wish I knew how to express my love.
Tell you the truth and just be honest and be man enough.
My mistakes are mine alone, and I deserve to be alone.
Can't wait for the election this year!
With Joe Biden -- What office am
I running from, I mean for, again,
uh, I think, er... Wasn't I Senator
Biden, last I checked? --
Americans will have good reason to fear...
Can't wait for the election this year!
With Donald Trump -- You mean
there's actually a pandemic out
there, that smart businessmen
are actually dying? -- at least
we will know who to jeer...
Can't wait for the election this year!
Just wish both candidates would disappear...
August 13, 2020
Only 82 days left 'til
'The end of America'
if you listen to these
Donkeys and Elephants
you want to feed
the birds and squirrels
but not the rats and roaches
a little kindness for the cute
but none for those that poaches
we make pets of
cats and dogs
but rarely play with
snakes and frogs
visit the elephants
at the zoo
mind the carnivorous
watching you
don't dance with wolves
or swim with gators
they'll try to eat you
now or later
mind the hornet
and the spider
ones a stinger
the other a bitter
it's just the same
with friends and foes
what they are
nobody knows
spiders, wolves, dogs, rats
ready to stab you in the back
when you least expect it
just like that
night will fall
and they'll attach
without a warning
peep or quack
it's all over
just like that
your money or your life
your girlfriend or your wife
a she devil or a saint
what she did that made you faint
we should causciously
choose our friends
what they are
we won't know till the end
just like the word, friend
the last half of that word
is spelled end
I remember being fascinated by animals when I was a child
enchanted by the things I’d hear and see…
I never understood back then…all the things they were teaching me.
When I listened to the birds serenade us from the trees
or soaring overhead as they gracefully spread their wings…
they were showing me how to fly…and teaching me how to sing.
When I watched the rabbits bounding across the grass
saw how every now and then they’d look at me…and stop…
they were showing me the beauty there is in silence…
and teaching me to hop.
When I watched elephants gather together…
see how with their trunks their babies they’d caress….
they were teaching me the importance of family…
and how there is strength in tenderness.
This poem goes out to these and all my other animal teachers..
I don’t think I’ve ever said this out loud….
Thank you for all you’ve taught me….I hope I’ve made you proud.
I am still learning from you…I hope I never stop:
never stop learning
singing
enjoying my family
and never…miss an opportunity to hop.
Fully grown I am the size of a golf ball,
So, goodness me I am somewhat small,
I am a male and I have a very specific job.
I normally roll elephant dung into a ball,
Sometimes my partner helps me, so with our hind
Legs, we push it to a suitable spot that we find.
Humans find us fascinating for often we roll
Our dung ball on the sandy part of a road,
Some of us naturally are killed by cars,
Who cross the barrier between tar and bush,
And run over us so we become mush!
Meanwhile my dear madame beetle is mostly
Hitching a ride on top of the dung, so yes.
Of course I have to be fit, go to our local gym,
I enjoy watching the ladies’ legs,
Who strengthen them, to help towards each ones’ birth,
Of one egg only, all this for one, not many eggs,
My load is heavy and I have to adjust it at times,
If I swerve, could become history and a sorry mess,
Oh well, every job has its hazards I guess.
Now Mrs beetle is ready to lay her egg,
In the desired spot that the two of us found,
Far enough away from speeding car tires’
But fear this summer heat could bring more bush fires.
We survive on eating dung as elephant dung
Is very nutritious, elephants have a bad digestive system,
So seeds are present within the dung, which blossom
Into trees and plants, so think how essential I am,
In the cycle of nature,
Oops, bye-bye I see a fish eagle, who for me,
Could indicate danger,
And tomorrow,
Hey give me a break guys,
Think I’ll take a break, and holiday in the North
With Santa, and Rudolph the reindeer.