the cormorant

the cormorant by anelephantcant

the cormorant by anelephantcant

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the cormorant

the cormorant skims across the bay
black-tipped wings tease white-topped waves
he swoops and swerves to demonstrate
the joyous freedom my heart craves

then just above the great sea wall
I watch him frolic with his mate
low and fast they twist and turn
side by side they celebrate

he dives beneath the port’s black depths
with scarce a ripple on the surface
he spreads his feathers for the breeze
to render them as dry as your kiss

he is poised beside the jetty’s edge
warming himself in Nature’s way
at peace with where he knows he fits
so much more than I can say

I see him struggling on the rocks
trapped in a broken fishing line
he wriggles clear of his torment
I am still enmeshed in mine

the cormorant flees the setting sun
black-tipped wings tease white-topped waves
for him morning will come again
bright as the freedom my heart craves

the cormorant by anelephantcant

the cormorant by anelephantcant

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the saddest thing

lights the sky by anelephantcant

lights the sky by anelephantcant

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the saddest thing that you can do
is to wait for her to go
knowing she won’t say goodbye
she has not yet said hello

you know that she will disappear
without a backward glance
she won’t listen to you begging
because you don’t deserve the chance

you are aware that you’re not good enough
that she is someone special
you notice how men look at her
you can’t handle the pressure

why would she want to be with you
when she can do much better
she can dance and sing a rainbow’s tune
if only you will let her

she can skip between the raindrops
her laughter lights the sky
every time you look at her
you ask the question why

the saddest thing that you can do
is to watch your butterfly
drifting off to pastures new
without a last goodbye

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perfect love song

the only girl by anelephantcant

the only girl by anelephantcant

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perfect love song

the poet doesn’t believe you’d come back to him
even if he wrote the perfect love song
but he tries to create one anyway
in the hope you do just to prove him wrong

he tries to express things in romantic words
like Oor Rabbie and Will Shakespeare wrote
he wants to remind you of all the sweet things he said
which he is sure you already forgot

he wishes he could sing like Orbison
no one touches your heart quite like Roy
so the rivers of pain that run down his face
would transform into tears of pure joy

he could compose a magical musical treat
like that Canon by Pachelbel
perhaps then you’d forgive him at least some of his flaws
if he could just do one thing so well

perhaps he could write a great melody
or a truly magnificent symphony
but he still can’t believe you’d want to return
he prays you might just out of sympathy

you are the only girl who makes his heart dance
the only lady who has his soul captivated
you are the one who appears in every song
the inspiration for every poem he has ever created

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in my dream

in my dream by anelephantcant

in my dream by anelephantcant

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In My Dream

in my dream
I walk
with the sun warm on my back
along a deserted soft pebble beach
where the Mediterranean
caresses the small stones
to the music of my soul

when I awake
the snow is gusting
in the bitter north-easterly
I find the kettle
for the warmth I crave

in my dream
papillons float gently
embracing the fragrance
of the fuschia-coloured flowers
whose name I have long forgotten
indifferent to all
except the murmur of the bees
which is music to my soul

when I awake
the clouds rest on the roof-tops
the snowflakes swoop
like demented butterflies
before driving determinedly
westward

in my dream
the aeroplane rises lazily
through the grey thickness
seeking and finding
the only thing
that finally
and abruptly
halts its progress

when I awake
I walk
with the sun warm on my back
along a deserted soft pebble beach
where the Mediterranean
caresses the small stones
to the music of my soul

forever

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AnElephant and a Sanity Clause

Merry Christmas by Phil Burns

Merry Christmas by Phil Burns

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AnElephantCant stay calm when it’s Xmas
If anything he acts even dafter
As the seasonal bells jingle
He feels his tactile trunk tingle
And his ears flap with joy at the laughter

He hopes this Xmas will be a white one
But he has to keep warm when it snows
The whole house will be rocking
When he hangs up his stocking
If he gets a cold in his nose

He gets excited as all the small children
A million presents on a sleigh with reindeer
He keeps asking his mum
Will Santa get down the lum
Close your eyes dream sweet dreams never fear

He loves Xmas trees decorated with tinsel
Mince pies jelly and holiday cheer
Cards toys from Santa
From AnElephantCant a
Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year

Merry Christmas, darling, wherever you are

Your Second Favourite Elephant sends Seasons Greetings to both his readers
(and their Mums)

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stalemate

arched with malice by phil burns

arched with malice by phil burns

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the roads in town are all dug up
the noise is black as fate
the traffic at a standstill now
my life has reached a stalemate

in the country lanes the cars run free
the speed limit doesn’t matter
the law clearly cannot be enforced
the fat cats are getting fatter

she heads into the ladies’ room
behind the first day bride
I wonder what can take so long
she exits through the other side

I search now where I should not be
it’s built of tiles like some great palace
the doors are coloured leaded glass
the high ceilings arched with malice

my friend tells me to purchase one
saying it is quite magnificent
but I know I can’t afford it
I feel tired and insignificant

once again I am in a crowd
I know this is the wrong place
my dreams are clouds of darkened minds
I can’t breathe I need my own space

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school’s out forever

wreathed in confusion by anelephantcant

wreathed in confusion by anelephantcant

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what do you see when you look through the glass
asks the patiently urgent schoolmaster
trees and the sky and the clouds floating by
but one boy has a different answer

birds to be caught and moose to be shot
all manner of beasts to be hunted
that can’t be right they are out of our sight
he shrugs as his money is counted

time to open the books and get learning instead
this hobby is getting expensive
it costs five dollars a head to make something dead
the studying must now be intensive

why do you ask questions that have no answer
why do you answer me then with another
the children beseech him to continue teaching
but he climbs upwards to where he must suffer

so parents are called and stories are told
it seems that nobody is happy to lose him
but he is high in the hills forgetting their ills
and his mind is still wreathed in confusion

will they see him again will he ever return
yes of course is the official assertion
but as he wanders through life avoiding all strife
the only sure thing is nothing is certain

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