Be Brave!
Be brave! They say, but they don't know
The terrors that I've seen!
Pink elephants with eyes that glow
That glare and look so mean!
Those elephants can really roar,
Like trumpets from their trunks!
Then they taunt me with their encore,
They dance as if they're hunks!
They may look hunks to someone else,
As they prance on the ground,
But I wish they'd say their farewells,
I don't like them around!
You've never seen long tusks their size!
Like spears from left to right!
I put my hands upon my eyes!
I just can't stand the sight!
Pink elephants! They're everywhere!
The cops won't do a thing...
They smile at me like they don't care,
Say I'm imagining!
I don't take drugs and don't drink booze!
God's got it in for me!
They'll lock me up, won't let me loose,
They'll throw away the key!
At last, I'm all alone, at last!
This padded cell is great...
No longer feeling quite downcast...
The catering's first rate...
I think I'll stay here for a while...
No trunks, no tusks, no ears...
In fact, that thought sure makes me smile...
I could stay here for years...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Safety In Numbers
The elephants walked gently by,
Their leather trunks hung curled...
A tender twinkle in each eye,
Not a care in the world...
Just one foot was marching forward
In time with all the rest...
Knowing that all was well and good
And feeling somewhat blessed...
It's nice to watch such gentle grace,
A rhythm all their own...
As if somehow they owned the place
And this was always known...
No need for tusks to swing and hit,
No need to stand their ground,
No need to make a fight of it
Or throw their weight around...
Their confidence was plain to see,
Their offspring showed no fear...
In fact, it almost seemed to me
They smiled from ear-to-ear...
They ate the food that God supplied
And drank from streams He made,
As if He were their gracious guide
Whose love would never fade...
The elephants walked gently by,
Their leather trunks hung curled...
A tender twinkle in each eye,
Not a care in the world...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Safety In Numbers II'.
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In The Jungle....two
at day-break,
elephants rub their back, on the trees,
smoothened over years.
and sandy showers, using their trunks,
making others feel small,
against their enormity.
elephants, boisterously breaking tree after tree,
plantation 's and huts,
in a frenzy for food.
look at the malaba squirrel, a busybee,
sporting a striped jacket,
hurrying and scurrying,
gathering food for sustenance.
search for food and water is everywhere.
in the jungle it is the survival f the fittest!
poem by Ritty Patnaik
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Sonnet: Vie Not With Others
So light is the wood of the willow-tree,
Yet, strong enough for cricket-bats to make;
So hard is the wood of the ebony,
Which heavy trunks of elephants dare take.
The bamboo-shoot, a musical reed makes,
And when ’tis green, elephants eat like cakes;
The paddy-straw is fit for just the cow;
The tallest grass to wind must always bow.
Each flower, frond, plant, tree, creatures on earth,
Has a role to play, predestined from birth;
One need not try to copy the other;
One can do just what one is meant for, brother.
There is nothing to vie with the next man;
Each one must do just whatever he can.
poem by John Celes
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Drinking Session
Behold the mighty elephants
Now standing side-by-side!
As if they all were drinking friends,
With all mouths opened wide!
With loud guffaws and 'One more, please!
And let's come back real soon...'
As if their lives were such a breeze,
They'd sing a merry tune!
They've wet their whistles, that's for sure,
Those elephants with trunks!
And if that water wasn't pure,
They'd all be drunk as skunks...
But water's good enough for them!
That sun is way too hot!
Yet a wee drink solves that problem,
'Ah, yes, that hits the spot! '
Behold the mighty elephants
Still splashing here and there!
And yet all life on this depends
And water's sometimes rare!
They lap it up, 'Let's seize the day!
Let's party, while life's good! '
In fact, they had so much to say,
They woke the neighbourhood!
Denis Martindale, copyright,2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Drinking Session'.
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Super Samson Simpson
I am Super Samson Simpson,
I'm superlatively strong,
I like to carry elephants,
I do it all day long,
I pick up half a dozen
and hoist them in the air,
it's really somewhat simple,
for I have strength to spare.
My muscles are enormous,
they bulge from top to toe,
and when I carry elephants,
they ripple to and fro,
but I am not the strongest
in the Simpson family,
for when I carry elephants,
my grandma carries me.
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Eye To Eye
I like most elephants I've seen,
I like them, yes, I do...
I like it when they don't act mean,
I like how they swim, too...
I like the way that each one grins,
I like their tusks like nails...
I like their wrinkled leather skins,
I like their swishing tails...
I like it that they look so wise,
I like their marching troop...
I like the twinkles in their eyes,
I like their ears that droop...
I like the way they walk along,
I like their patient grace...
I like it most that while they're strong,
Thank God, they know their place...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Eye To Eye'.
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Ballade of Unfortunate Mammals
Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
Lone as the sea, and deeper blue;
Loud in the night as a clock that ticks;
Longer-lived than the Wandering Jew.
Show me a love was done and through,
Tell me a kiss escaped its debt!
Son, to your death you'll pay your due-
Women and elephants never forget.
Ever a man, alas, would mix,
Ever a man, heigh-ho, must woo;
So he's left in the world-old fix,
Thus is furthered the sale of rue.
Son, your chances are thin and few-
Won't you ponder, before you're set?
Shoot if you must, but hold in view
Women and elephants never forget.
Down from Caesar past Joynson-Hicks
Echoes the warning, ever new:
Though they're trained to amusing tricks,
Gentler, they, than the pigeon's coo,
Careful, son, of the curs'ed two-
Either one is a dangerous pet;
Natural history proves it true-
Women and elephants never forget.
L'ENVOI
Prince, a precept I'd leave for you,
Coined in Eden, existing yet:
Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo-
Women and elephants never forget.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Pink
A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.
She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:
Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!
Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.
A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush
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pink pink pink pink pink pink
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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China Slaughters Elephants For Profit Ivory
10 million elephants 10 years ago
decade on worldwide 2012 less than
450,000 elephants survive worldwide
an evil hand causes elephant holocaust
elephants only survive in wilderness areas
Chinese companies resource rape cut roads
into mother planet earth last wilderness areas
urban global hero Wikileaks sources reviews
Wikileaks spills the beans on Chinese financial
elephant poaching China slaughtering elephants
for profit ivory to get limp Chinese alter ego dicks
up demand is growing growing growing dickless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ivory Pain
Each little statuette on the display
Counter screaming excruciating pain.
Her giant body collapsing, sending a fume
Of dust to the air, her little one
Frightened, nudged closer wriggling
Her trunk over her frame.
The greedy ones immediatley
set on their work hacking off
Its huge tusks, the dollar signs
Swirling In their heads, each heavy blow
Sanctioned by the money that would buy the
Next meal, the new clothes and
Accessories for wives, sons and daughters.
The West - Governments decry the wanton
Killings of elephants fearing extinction.
In an antique shop; collectors
Fervently request ivory snuff bottles,
Natsuke, objets d' arts.
The wild; The dolorous heartrending
Screams of elephants continue....
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The problem is that during the 1980s, a decade of heavy poaching, the elephants retreated to safer areas. And now people have moved into the corridors once used by the elephants.
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Pink Pussycat
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Pink pussycat
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Pink pussycat
Where are you
Pink pussycat
Im looking for you
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Where ya hiding puss
Pink pussycat
Im coming after you
Im gonna mix yer meow-meows
Pink pussycat
Got you in the car
Pink pussycat
Got you in the backseat
Pink pussycat
I wanna touch yer fur
Pink pussycat
Im gonna see you dance
Pink pussycat
Im gonna stand yer fur on end
Pink pussycat
Sleep inside you
Pink pussycat
Lick you clean
Pink pussycat
Gonna mess you up
Pink pussycat
Im a dog
Pink pussycat
Bow wow wow
Pink pussycat
Gonna chase you
Pink pussycat
Gonna catch you
Pink pussycat
Gonna bite you
Pink pussycat
Tear yer little ears off
Pink pussycat
Meow meow meow
Pink pussycat
Im so stroft
song performed by by Devo
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Paper Mache, Cabbages Kings
Na na na na na na na na na
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books ,people you dont meet
Havent got a bed to lay my head , shoes to fit my feet
Dont be scared
Youre better off then nothing
Youre answering to no one
Paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Thing go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books, people you dont meet
Havent got a bed to lay my head, shoes to fit my feet
Dont be scared
Youre better off then nothing
Youre answering to no one
Paper mache
All of a sudden it happened
When you did what you said youd do
And you broke my heart in two
Like paper mache
All of a sudden it happened, oh...
You came into my life
Like paper mache you broke my heart
Like paper mache, paper mache
Like paper mache
Paper mache and telegraph poles
Things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you wanna jump with fright
Elephants tusks and autograph books
People you dont meet
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
(repeat last two lines and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Not a Single Cell is Mine
everything is god
except that voice
in the universe that
continuously asks
WHY, WHY, WHY
in fact you are not
even you - the physique
a panel the Almighty
uses to control 'you'
just in case you wander too far
the eyes to just tune into this realm
the channel that he allows
the ears to delve into the echo of
that distance
i envy the dog and the whale
and the elephants
but thanks god i have a nose
that swing my tongue from carcasses
and a mind that could
cross many realms
and get to the Almighty himself
though not a single cell
i can call my own
they grow and die
at the hands of SOMEBODY else
WHY WHY WHY
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Remember
remember
the curiosity
as a child
the stirring
in the heart
the first time
you saw
a hornbill,
a crane
that had
set wings
to your imagination
of colours,
feathers, and flight
an elephant
such giant honest creature
you could get them
walk in a line
down the circus
their trunks
trumpeting a song
livening up childhood years
the strong stench
of ammonia
from their hair,
never a repellent
to shun them
walk, walk, walk,
they saunter
down your dream
and childhood lane
after so many years
the giant elephants
that remain
the fondest of pets
illusive pets
that grace
a dozen stories written,
painted with them
remember
the million trees
in the forests
are to fire
the imagination
of the world
of the cuddly,
strange creatures in them
to light up
that inquisitive spirit
in all of us
to learn and
explore
every living creature
from the mouth of moms,
books, and neighbours
remember
the trees
stand in a straight line
as guards of honour
to salute that child
in your heart
that runs
the length and breath
of your mind, soul
the essence of your personality
the elephants trumpeting a song
inspired by
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A wold made of pink
It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs
poem by Mia Peterson
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Earlier, 100,000 elephants lived in Kenya and we didn't have any noteworthy problem with it. The problem that we have is not that there are now more elephants.
quote by Richard Leakey
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Chains
In Chains
In the valley where I live there are no elephants
and that’s sad for the children who have to go
indoors and watch a wildlife program on TV to
see one of those magnificent creatures.
My valley is far from Africa and is full of olive,
lemon and almond trees that make the landscape
look like its been painted by Van Gogh, friendly
mules too lend ambience, but sadly no elephants.
Saw an elephant, once, at a fair it was chained to
rusty iron looked forlorn gloomy eyes that often
cried but it had resigned to its fate, that was a sad
sight to see an animal robbed of its natural dignity.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Elephants & Flowers
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 some action, hes looking 4 a fight
Hes looking 4 a saviour in a city full of fools
Maybe he just needs a good talker to give him a good talking 2.
Can we talk baby? strip down, strip down.
I think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
Elephants and flowers, hot sweaty light paints a picture red and gold
On a crowd of naked bodies stripped down to their very souls
How can he find a shy angel in a city so bold (so bold)
He cant even find a place 2 dance, this is rock and roll.
Strip down, strip down, elephants and flowers
Is everybody ready? here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Elephants and flowers. strip down. think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
When I do, there wont be no more (confusion)
There wont be no more (no tears)
There wont be no more enemies, so that eliminates all the fear
And there wont be no sorrow, (sorrow)
There wont be no pain, (no pain)
There wont be no ball and no chain
Strip down, strip down. elephants and flowers.
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 an angel to hold him til the morning light
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (well) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (everything) elephants and flowers (oh, yeah)
The one who will listen when all others will not. (all others will not)
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
song performed by by Prince
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The Jungle
Dense shrubbery so profound
McCaws and Monkeys playing around
While a lions roar, shakes the ground
and hyenna's are laughing like circus clowns
The hissing sound of a giant snake
competing for food by a dirty lake
confronted by crocs, lousy fate
Too late...can't escape
All the Zebras with their camoflouge
strolling the plains with their antorouge
unknown to the Tigers, whom they quietly pass
going down to the lake, where the snake just was
A mountain Gorilla with his family
teaching survival seems an eternity
avoiding poachers, killing their kind
following the silverback's conyving mind
Now the Elephants roam the land
keeping their young close at hand
strolling in herds, towards the water
using their trunks as a long grass cutter
The birds prance because they are free
they can seek safety up on a tree
they can perch on a branch and outwardly see
if an enemy is near, so they can flee
The lions march in a healthy pride
after grabbing a deer, whom by their jaws, just died
they will take their nap by the lakes other side
waiting on victims whom no longer can hide
Dense shrubbery so profound
McCaws and Monkeys playing around
a lions roar trembles the ground
and from within the jungle, echoes the sound.
Charlie Vergara
Whitetiger productions
01.12.2009
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