elephant slave

Heavy ~ GeeeO on Deviantart

she is at my back
talking to my shoulder
bubbly in the morning
yet she mourns

bereaved family
lamentations
disaster
uncontrolled loss

yet the world
has lost its sorrow
and i am told
she will bounce back

tears will cease
with formula
and copious
vegetation

degradation
never forgets

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Written for:

Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge

Also Posted on:

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! – # 86

Also posted on:

E is for Easy

Photo credit:  geeeo on – George Nova on Deviant Art

Delivered

Fireman- Delivered

Had you been delivered in the swirl of a dustbowl
         On the brightest bands of the rainbow
         On the sharpest rays of the sun
I could not be more in awe of your radiance.

If your words were more wise
then the combined encyclopedic summary of all sagacity
I could not be more attentive to your discourse.

Were your voice deeper than the trembling of the earth
          Or the rumbling of a collapsing glacier
          Or the trumpet of a bull elephant
I would think you no more a man.

If there were a dictionary of laudations, praise and exaltation:
There would not be sufficient words to express my respect for you.

Would the softness of your caring be more tender,
were you kindness more nurturing,
I would never wean of your love,
think only this of me.

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I posted this for: monday-morning-writing-prompt – “writing-a-feeling”

Also posted on:

If I should die, think only this of me

Prompt # 117

Also posted on:  Memory–Write2Day

Picture from :  New York Daily News  Firefighter Official Calendar

Dog Helps Elephant

Dog and Elephant at Country Nights

Poor baby elephant
taken from mama;
gotta get away
from the circus drama.

Elephants need
a social surrounding,
not where crowds
are loudly resounding.

Baby is scared
to be away so long.
The circus crowd
is a great big throng.

So puppy comes ‘round.
He can find the way,
to get baby back
to baby’s herd far away.

They wander together,
over land and sea,
to get to the spot
where they’ll find mommy.

The trunk holds the tail,
which therefore can’t wag.
But the Doggie moves on.
Neither friend can lag.

They finally come upon,
a low rumbling sound.
It the herd’s way of talking,
so they can be found.

Then baby looks high.
And baby looks low
‘til finally mama’s face
begins to glow.

They are reunited,
thanks to canine friend,
who stays with the herd
for days on end.

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This was posted for http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-story-slam-week-6-childrens.html  for:

Short Story Slam Week 6-Children’s Literature

You were supposed to write a story or poem based on the picture above.

Even though you aren’t supposed to write these if you are a serious writer or poet, I really have fun writing these. They are totally stress free and fun.

The coolest thing about this poem is that I got to write and post an Animal Rights poem, my first one.  Yay!!!