Short Mammoths Poems

Mighty
mammoths roaming
with dramatic red deer-
paleopathological
cartoons....

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Change awaited

Meek hungry Merlins
swim in endless sea of tears
Mammoths watch in glee!...

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What kind of pet did Harry bring home?
Not from Alaska, Italy, Corinth or Rome
Massie and mastadonic, my mama said.
But aren’t all wooly mammoths kind of dead?...

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Huge woolly mammoths have long been extinct
Why create creatures that are to T-Rex linked? 
They were frozen in ice
Don't remake them from mice
Am I clear or should I be more succinct?
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VOLCANO
                                         burning red mammoths
                                spear howl dust rock roar cannons
                                        scramble mice and men...

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Dinosaurs from the past were so intriguing
Imagining them roaming free, so awe-inspiring
Us humans are so puny
These mammoths groovy
If they still roamed free, our poop would be piling  ...

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Dinosaurs from the past were so intriguing
Imagining them roaming free, so awe-inspiring
Us humans are so puny
These mammoths were groovy
If they still roamed free, our poop would be piling...

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We invented the spear, and the mammoths were dead.
Then our flintlocks and muskets filled bison with dread.
Next came chainsaws and oil:
planting bones in the soil.
What new wonders I wonder will spring from our head?...

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My pillar a dying log, 
had stood firm through tireless tides. 
My pillar a shrunken log, 
her skin depicts all her life journeys. 
My pillar shall break soon, 
She promised not to break so soon. 
With grace i had polish her frail skin, 
Fed her all chance had granted me. 
Her ground cracks and shall stable her no more,
If thee perish,curse the soil and its greedy mammoths....

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Hunting wooly mammoths
Using flint sphears
Nearly getting killed by tusks
Fires cooking
Eating in our caves
Recording our lives

In the stone age !!

So simple
Sitting round-chilling by the fire
No worrying
No hurrying
Hanging with the fam
Got no time for the feds
Got no time for the teach

In the stone age !!

Love so deep
When he leaves
Hope so low
Fear so high
Yet love so deep

In the stone age !!!...

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Trudging through the snow, her cubs lag behind...oblivious 
Haven't seen a seal for days, perhaps weeks 
There are few ice-bergs left to hunt upon 
Adrift in the ocean...think again 
It's not a coincidence fossils of mammoths are being found more than ever
Soon you won't need your pithy pants...or snow shoes 
Soon...someone might be sleeping in your bed 


Pithy Pants 2 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
2/14/2019...

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Heaven has not left
the long dead bone,
alert mouse whiskers,
still move the seven seas.

At the beginning and the end
there is nothing to come,
that has not come and is.

Mammoths stride
a thousand leagues,
over a single blade of grass.
One small sparrow -
an Ark for infinity.

All that is,
is but one single event.

The speckled hen
lays worlds within worlds.

The unbridled beaks of seagulls,
unlock a book,
of common prayer.


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Atlantis per Carolyn

Carolyn, So when the greatest of the mammoths drowned, 
the waters rose over the old home town, 
and Noah's Ark it wallowed forth, 
a sea of mud Atlantic ocean brought, 
Great Tuaoi stone went under, 
Devils triangle, still works it's wonders, 
perhaps for really naught? 
the Alantean Gesunder...
should be sought,
thereunder,
ought.

Don Johnson 

Brian Strand
Contest Name	SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE any theme/form max 14 lines
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Masted castles crown the mountains
   Hidden by the brackish sea,
Where a string of boiling fountains
   Dot the ever-spreading lea. 

Leafless forests of the deep,
   Visited by swimming birds,
Serve as sailors’ place to sleep,
   Roamed by mute, abyssal herds. 

Neptune’s armies stride undaunted
   While his mammoths plunge and rise,
One of which bewitched and haunted
   Ahab to his swift demise.

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com...

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Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.

The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.

Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled in skins
of wet plastics.

They emerge from a deep 
hidden hour
riding the back jaws
of neglected mammoths.

A storm hammers
in the scrape of their tongues.

The dogs lunge
for their voices.

They remove what lingers too long
from our past.

Published Black Buzzard Press 1982...

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