Sister Bear Poems

Salmon thought he had a chance
He felt it was his lucky day
The giant would grab someone else
enormous polar bear almost snatched Salmon's sister, so he
Jumped...

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There's much to be said,
without diplomacy,
said the Queen
to her Bear

In favor of ancient
transparently royalist wisdom,
"Don't even look at me.
Either you got it,
or you didn't!"

Either you...

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Oh my goodness! It is a darling polar bear cub.
The children run toward it.
The oldest one stops first, grabbing her younger brothers.
Let me go! One...

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big strong furry brown
fishing for salmon with paws~
prancing through flowers   




Date Written: 4/12/2022

3 Place 

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Care Bear mania
It was on our lunch boxes, our children's clothes, in their hair on barrettes.
Care bear games, care bear cards, care bear hats and...

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Life is filled with questions,                                          ...

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Mother's hair is whiter than it was a month ago,
her smile is gone; she has aged a hundred years
in thirty days, I do not recognize...

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My best friend my Teddy Bear Cuz,                  ...

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Bear and me,                      ...

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Pooh Bear was an only child, his mama's pride and joy.
Everything he did was cute, he was her little boy.

Now suddenly all that has changed,...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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