Long Mammoth Poems

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Transmogrification Into Hideous Golem Like Beast

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.
Form: Persona


Premium Member Which Stone Was Created First

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?

Premium Member Corners

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
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Sensual Loss Sensual Gain

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

Supplement Me

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


Letter To Bobby Fischer

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
© Mark Frank  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Journey

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.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Meteor is on its Way

   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 

                *****************

   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’
Form: Rhyme

ODE TO ELEPHANT

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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
Form: Ode

Premium Member One out of five

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..
Form: Rhyme

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