Long Mammoth Poems
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Transmogrification into hideous golem like beast...
Seeks to lavish adoration,
especially after freshly deceased
cuz, upon yar flesh I will voraciously
devour thee asthma Christmas feast
mee haint not a cannibal,
cuz this humane anthropophagist
expresses love daintily, hungrily,
and with lips smacking and creased
devours thee charbroiled,
chargrilled, raw or greased.
The above worst case scenario if you
ignore serious warning
and interrupt my sleep
particularly during
rapid eye movement phase,
cuz vital to dream unconsciously deep
if left alone (meaning no awakening me
into foggy, groggy, and soggy state)
lest I manifest into a creep
more horrific (think)
by Dickens Uriah Heep.
Ordinarily mine Hyde bound diabolical
persona non grata
kept under wraps
dramatic malevolent manifestation
only appears only,
when requisite precious dream snaps
courtesy when some wise acre
foolish enough upon me noggin
doth drums, joyfully raps
itty in Blue knuckles (think drum),
cuz as An American in Paris
on permanent holiday courtesy lapse
of rhyme reason
(thank prefrontal lobotomy
to alleviate oppressive
anxiety linkedin with)
absence of necessary cerebral apps
induces predilection to relapse
into atavistic Geico caveman perhaps,
with courtesy bonafide frayed jockstraps
suddenly pops, crackles and snaps
in my body whereby sanity doth caps
eyes, that mashing monster aside,
ye ken count me mandate
fiend in Southeastern Pennsylvania
look no further then bleached lovely bones
formerly missus (sob...sob...sob...)
who thankfully no longer zaps.
Thus allowing, enabling,
and providing yours truly,
not ordinarily unruly
a bachelor Matthew Scott,
(but never known as Dani Boy) duly
available as coolie
cooking up house special wooly
mammoth and side order of tabouli.
Granite, shale, beryl, or sodalite?
Reddish brown or black with white streaks?
One swell swoop or gradually gaining bulk?
Moonstone maybe, from the rainbow goddesses.
Topaz, opal, and malachite would have been racing to the gate.
Showing their colors in a brilliance not of diamond mode,
but ever lovely and ready to take the helm.
Angels on high laughing at the contest of decision. Casting their votes.
Sapphire, sandstone, and limestone showing their best sides.
Assuring all they would be as forgiving and helpful as possible if selected.
The first stone, large as a mammoth or tiny as a grain pebble?
Could it reform, shapeshift, or rejuvenate? Regenerate?
Corners
by Odin Roark
He thought he knew corners
After all
Stumbled into
Been backed into
More than his share
This was different
He lay in bed
Fingering his glasses
Should he wear them?
Leave them?
Did it matter?
His eyes dropped from the ceiling
To the backlit corner of flapping window blind
Green and red neon rolled its pattern outside
Nudging sticky air under the shade
Carrying the boredom of a lone pigeon
From the 10th floor ledge
Cooing like a bell sinking under water
He’d never had to consider this challenger before
A mere corner of his hotel room
Where only window and curtain
Separated him from the final count
He recalled the loud bells of the past
The ones saving him many times
But tonight…
Tonight he was up against a real contender
A massive force never faced before
And there was nowhere to run
This time
The bell would remain silent
He put on his glasses
Stood and moved up to his last round
He knew the mammoth shadow of his past
The one his fists could never hit
Would force him into the ropes someday
It was inevitable
Such a blow had been a long time coming
Some people called it
The forever-darkness-without-light
He stepped onto the ledge and was ready
Until…
Until that beat up warrior had to stand there
On its one leg
Stare at him with its only good eye
And coo again
Again
Like the bell underwater
He hesitated
Adjusted his glasses
Smiled
“Tough love, eh?”
And was gone
Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys,
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee
Abandoned to anthemion arch ambience awash or afloat with apoplectic angst,
afterthoughts amazing amplitude aligns with an amorous abundance once opulent,
majestic memories marvel at
mystic magnifying glass that multiplies mammoth moods,
separation from silken sensual strand sculpture in sapphire stone,
this stagnant somber seeker must supplant or suppress solitude’s silent shiver
Without warning a wellspring whispered windfall weave from winsome woman,
wide-eyed wondrous wakeful wizardry woos whining wildcard wreck,
a cascade of charismatic crystal colour clusters trial and tribulation trauma that trembles deep inside,
delightful dawn denouement dame drifts in dreamland dale,
“precious pining pristine pearl
I present panoramic passionate parameters to
propitiate bitter broken-hearted baleful bond.”
Fantastic flourish found festoons for emotional evocative environment evolved,
illustrious intimate intrigue inlaid immediately,
Heather’s halcyon harmonic laces labyrinthine lavender love,
heart healing honeymoon handcraft
herald on high,
supreme sensei soulmates savour
sentiment surreal beyond an iridescent infinite inkling
Date Posted : April 11th 2022
First Place Podium Medal Winner
JCB BRUL My Lost and Found Love Alliteration Contest
Judged April 21st 2022
Moon shed maximum bulb shares us
her grey making floodlight flash beam
Hitting front sides bright, the rest seen
by cautious shuffle, by textured touch
Forest in scratched cotton, we wander, lost
Find ourselves intrigued by her windswept
Tree top violent fighting, underneath kept
Becalmed below canopy' s tantrum tossed
Frail lady limbs lift in praise of invisibility
Humans don't usually walk in the dark
Quiver leaf edges wave light seeking spark
Together no register of dark difficulty
Trek begun in afternoon's everlong promise
Assured us fireplace evening in holiday home
True to weekend whimsy, we went without phone
Too hazy to feel when dusk tamped upon us
Blinking regularly at beacon moon vivid
Busy branch hands reach to tangle my hair
You strip it from me, supplant yours there
Scooped, encaved by you, lips delivered
Questioned, will this ease our fear, kisses
Colourless mouths drive and receive message
Clarity in your signalling lips impressive
Way home where we are, present, viscious
Biting reminds me, intensity of life is vital
Your intent brings surety, my body flourishes
Urge to absorb your heartbeat encourages
Chest connection pulsate, music to cry to
Roar of angered branches above turn timid
Spectators to human demonstration
Star ceiling winks at our illicit illustration
Hushed forest watches as flush is kindered
Closer isn't enough, heat travels free of clothes
Bottom on moss embankment sponge flung
Entangled in forest enamour, ice fingers stung
Blood streams bravely over stoney shallows
You become the hum of frantic tree faces
Merged mammoth canopy caresses me
I chorus with owl implore carelessly
One with lost pressed urgent embraces
2nd September 2020
You were the man who reached the summit of chess
This was a mammoth task
I appreciate the fact that you played chess without a mask!
Your work ethic is something to admire
As a chess player, you were really on fire
You studied the games and
Understood the names in chess history!
Bobby Fischer
A man of courage
Who sparked a flame with the Russian players
But nothing could stop your purpose!
I filter your ambition and realize
The passion that should be reflected with any talent!
The beauty of the game in the 1972 world chess championship
Showed us that your level of creativity was timed to perfection
You set the scene; at times you were mean but
Your work ethic in chess was unequivocal and
Even though you were vocal about your own country
It does not diminish the impact you had on so many chess players!
Bobby Fischer
A man of courage who
Sparked a flame in life!
Your work ethic in chess will remain as a pathway
To show us what we should do with our own talents!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I was bored and strapped for cash,
Badly needing a vacation.
So I took a voyage of the mind,
With my vivid imagination.
Across the open seas I sailed,
To some far and distant lands.
While perched atop a camel's back,
In caravans on desert sands.
I climbed the Himalayas,
Behind a Sherpa as my guide.
To see Nepal and then Tibet,
The Dalai Lama by my side.
Crossed the Great Wall of China,
In a mammoth hot air balloon.
Floating high in a starlit sky,
Tipped my hat to the Crescent Moon.
Back to Earth, I made my way,
Skimming the Sea of Japan.
To the Port of Tokyo,
In a rickety Saipan.
Growing weary from my travels,
My mind no longer fit to roam.
Next time I'll visit other sites,
For now it's time to journey home.
O, how will we ever cope
The dreaded meteor is on its way
The weather mavens say ‘No hope’
that those dinosaurs will live another day
What will we tiny little mammals do
without our super-sized friends
btw: They’re also predicting an ‘Ice Age’ soon
Whoa is us, inevitable is our end
But wait, what’s this I hear
Wooly mammoth and Mr. Mastodon
Grown large of a sudden
Surely we too can overcome our fear
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Millenia later, Charles Darwin wrote that all species must
change their ways from time to time...
To survive, we adjust
having accumulated too much ‘climate convenience rust’
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Earthy semblance of Blue-Green
Planet Deep !
full toned trumpet we salute
arising from afar through elixir fair forests
my ears dainty ornaments alert
your velvet ones eloped from captured parks
swaying human queries flap
breezes caressing trunk with hay
Matriarch of Mother Earth you enchant !
trampling trekking unencumbered across continent observing
corpulent babes engrossing
no king of jungle, though collateral archetype : Excelsior goddess enthroned emboldened
heart emancipated embroidered on mammoth
marches through ember days
Elephant cares embracing fays
elderberries quenching enrich your
beguiling navigation moves
through seasoned landscapes traversing
into dew grasslands unswerving
Awed are we !
how you encape my ennui to seek no encore, your grey wisdom enamours …
Age after age you accompanied humanity’s exploring self-hood quests ~
did HE dream ivory tusks
as elongated bangles or
carved knife handles
you timeless care not
treading Love’s deserts lost and found
while nectar filled cacti bitter stare
your strength jitters bare
Pines tall imbibe your wrinkled
twinkle grandma guru eyes
from heights of snow-capped mountains
once you crossed, Africa into Rome, to lowly circus dance for children ogling
how do I O D E an enduring birthing body
when humouring fanciful Fate ?
you dissolve destinies marula tree rooting
an eternal etching on my ebony forehead
C R E A T I O N’S V I C T O R Y !
our humility encapsulates what
E L E P H A N T V I B R A T E S
He was 6 foot 3.
I was 5 foot 5.
My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive..
Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed
my top rip..
My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my
round breasts exposed, he paused and admired..
"You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly
he pushed down my head..
My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed.
I caved to his needs with hopes he would go..
One predator preying on a weaker sex.
I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck..
One vulnerable woman who managed to survive,
in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..