Short Elephant In The Room Poems
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no one talks about
the elephant in the room
grazing on silence
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Twitter | @live_the_light | 2016
What we going to do, about addressing the elephant in the room
Leave it be behind you, rest of us will continue this meeting by zoom
By David Kavanagh
His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in
Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way
The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears
The whimpering wind outlasts the storm.
Embers smolder beyond the flame.
What's withheld, unsaid, hones the ear,
Patience in pondering deepens meaning.
Until the tongue-tied uncoils its pearls.
Silence is the elephant in the room.
I say life is like film
And not for the hellof it
Because you must go through the negatives
Before you begin your development
If there's an elephant in the room
That i can see
I'm bringing it up, putting it down
And yanking out all the ivory
She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy –
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
acolytes....
If you make a claim
they freely raise the annual fees
and then they confound the issue
with talk of a depressed market
and rampant inflation
I wanted to change horses
but realised the claim we had made
would make our insured sum more expensive
I felt their snide behaviour
There was an elephant in the room
Once I was a cold soul
Frigid to the bone cold
I had been raped by men
Couldn’t feel pure my only sin
Elephant in the room was to repent
And healing came in stages
No more dancing in cages
Denying my heart ran races
Men who did offend but inside
Each one was melted ice
Needing me and a forgiving Christ
John Merrick names us animals
The elephant in the room
Only seems to grow
The third instalment
i give you a tagline
The world end war
Standing in the past on virgin shoreline
Pushing the evolving terrestriality back in
Why do we feel so alone
because we deserve to be
Long live the weeds
that choose where it can grow
Wet from my shower with no chance to groom
I addressed the elephant in the room
Why so long a trunk
He said like your junk
It just can't be any shorter I assume
I tried to soften, the bite of his critique
By attempting to turn the other cheek
Like my cat rose
I booped his nose
He knocked me into the middle of next week!
The metaphor is lazy now;
a mammoth, sloth-like grazing cow.
Where once it cut like razor wire;
hot spurting fat that hit the fire
that boring repetition quenched;
and all its potent power drenched.
Now the elephant in the room
the dreamy languorous exhume;
because to have the wit to think
could, conceivably, raise a stink.
The Nuclear Issue.
There they sit the high and mighty
And their lackeys it is serious
Business, who can have them and
Who cannot have them.
How important they are these
People who dare not think or whisper
About the elephant in the room, yet
It sits there glaring for all to see.
Confirm or not to confirm, we know
They have it. Will this conference fail?
Most likely, the enemy of a deal only
Wants total surrender.
Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.
I'm a coward.
To numb the pain
I devour my self-esteem,
Cover my eyes,
And avoid mirrors.
The larger I become
The less of me you see.
I blend into the room;
I become the couch.
Maybe this is what I hoped for,
But I don't know for sure.
I'm the elephant in the room--
I would leave this hell
But I don't fit through the door.
Suddenly,
Heartbeat trumpeting in my throat,
Her presence,
It does that to me, sometimes,
I force myself to
To neutrality, absurdity, mask,
We talk,
I remain, the elephant in the room,
I talk,
No one mentions that I am the elephant in the room,
I remain,
Iron cored neutrality,
Masked girl,
Forever masquerade,
Questions set me grasping for straws at the end,
Each day,
Best friends, always,
My heart still beating in its cage.
There’s an elephant in the room
He lets me know not to assume
He fast forwards, determining fate
He rewinds, finding the faulty gate
He can see me but I can’t see him
He can see the wick burning dim
I am an imposter of this person called me
I know he knows what isn’t honesty
This elephant has taken control
Hands on the reigns he has taken his toll
I lay restless upon this darkened hour
Stripped of my already lifeless power
Form:
How long do you think
you can ride the coattails
of blissful ignorance?
Isn't it flagrantly obvious that
you are skating on thin ice...
and equally evident that
you're living on borrowed time?
How long do you think
you can get away with avoiding
the elephant in the room?
Have I been the unjaded enabler
whilst my silence should have screamed
to you louder than any multitude of decibels?
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Valentine’s Day 2015
An odd way to spend it,
At Hospice watching Nana sleep,
This room becoming our world
On a rotating basis.
Right now there’s me
And Nana and IT
The elephant in the room.
The doctor said IT could come anytime.
The nurse said everybody’s different,
And IT can be different, too.
The family structure never the same
When our strong matriarch succumbs to IT
Death, the elephant in the room.
~ Judy Bausch
There's an Elephant in the room.
The tension filled the air all day,
Neither party dared to assume,
Dismay held sway in its gloomy way.
There's an Elephant in the room,
One could almost smell the beast
It permeated all throughout,
It needed clearing at the very least.
So if you find yourself in this state,
Declare the problem before it's too late.
Sort it out before it has chance to consume,
For no one likes an Elephant in the room.
© Dave Timperley 21 July 2017
The sun is sinking, low and gold,
a story's starting, yet untold.
The elephant is on the label,
but I'm the one struggling to be able.
It tastes like silk and velvet dreams,
or liquid gold and heavy creams.
One sip? One harmless kiss?
One bottle down? I am the hit-and-miss.
The glass is drained, the bottle light,
a gentle fog obscures my sight.
I see the elephant.
It stands calm and still...
While I surrender the heavy cost
for every velvet line I crossed.
It’s time to address the elephant in the room
Time to talk about the controversial “Mushroom”
A vegetable you either love or hate
An acquired taste there is no mistake
Being a fungi doesn’t enhance the mushrooms case
Along with a rubbery texture many don’t embrace!
It’s been said that the mushroom tastes just like dirt
When did eating dirt ever hurt?!!
Such a wide variety of mushrooms to ingest
Though haters say s**t -ake describes mushrooms best!!
I love Mushrooms……!