Best Bear On Poems
Critics
Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With a long sigh, looks on down,
Builds a sandcastle then leaves,
Ebbtide gone, flood tide flows cleanly,
I returned, stood and discern,
Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie.
14th line English translated from French, "Like this, like that, that is life."
05/09/2019
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old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
~~Poet Destroyer A
There once was a bear
Who was loved for his shoes
To a girl he was gifted
Just her cuddly muse
On a once rainy day
With a shelter required
The brolly was shaken
To it's cover retired
Then a browse through the store
With her eyes shining bright
The gloss of his footwear
Caught a beam of the light
A flash and a sparkle
Was all that it took
So a friendship was forged
That no force could unhook
As they travelled together
Through the sun and the rain
Their companionship moulded
By life's tough terrain
So the girl became woman
Then a grandma and such..
The bear became gifted
And was loved, not so much
Then one day, for some reason
His world became dark
In the silence he longed
For the girl and her spark
After years it seemed, waiting
One day it occurred
There was light and a voice
Of encouraging word
"I love him", she said
And he knew it was true
Despite fur slightly flattened
Or less sparkly shoe
He remembered way back
To the dusty old shop
Once that love lives inside you
It's a heart that won't stop
Written: October 28, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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Amid the distress and pressure of life,
A salient soul suspires to scamper strife.
Despite bodily weakness and a lingering graze,
Unwavering strength and vitality inside amaze
Breath may be beleaguered, even as the body ails.
Flog to fatten, follow, even if fiefdom fails.
It rises beyond tough times with its optimism.
In desultory days, grasp toward agnosticism.
Nature's gentle whistle splendors serenity.
In the shades of a sunset and bird melody.
The body fails, but the spirit stays hopeful.
It speaks for drive and the resolve to be careful.
It glides amid a storm fearlessly, paving the way.
Amid agony, the soul rises, grows, and stays.
Each rebirth lends the soul wings and a slope.
Despite the gloom, there's still a glint of hope.
Allow the body to suffer and the soul to soar.
Yet it is the spirit that prevails over deplore.
Rejuvenation is the answer to physical illness.
A soaring persona that can bear on grimness
Embrace depth inside; the spirit ablaze is untamed.
Let ailments prevail; rousing spirits set us unblamed.
Despite all odds, the spirit shines brightly amid sorrow.
It climbs above, decries its path, and is never hollow.
Renewal lets you start again, fix harm, and be free.
Honor the body aches as they reveal our glee.
Rebirth lifts the soul, ruining walls and letting in light.
Hardship lends life and shows God's eternal insight.
While bones and skin plunge, souls remain.
With every harm and grief, refuse to be slain.
The probe fire speaks while the body is feeble.
It lights a bright spark that leads us to a needle.
I lay on my pillow in a dark, dark room
Staring out the window from my bed
The moon looks like Camembert floating in the sky
And I’m sure I seen two witches flying by.
One had a broom with black smoke shooting out
The other had a pair of training wheels,
They were both being followed by their huge black bat
And in the naked tree my neighbour’s cat.
I crawl to my window stretch my neck and peek about
Halloween’s ascended on my street
Pumpkins guarding porches with their eyes on fire
And my stomach is now turning like a dryer
Suddenly behind me comes a scratching sound
Chills run down my back, I close my eyes
I bite my bottom lip planning my escape route
And I quickly grab my bear on my way out.
My parents seem startled as I crash into their room
I tell them of the horrors I’d endured.
Dad lifts me up and mother gently strokes my head
And in minutes I’m sleeping snuggled in their bed.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: In a Dark, dark room
Pendleton Arkwright
PROUDLY TATTOOED
Proudly tattooed I am for you,
I saw you going to have one too,
My ink is stained,
For I never feigned,
To have one alone, we are a crew!
Only your eyes will bear on it,
And mine on yours, so it is fit,
Will we become addicted?
O what the heck, it’s predicted,
We’ll never see fit to quit!
Tattooing is now an adventure,
No longer a risky venture,
Seek out a tattoo artist,
Go have one on your wrist,
No longer need a censor.
I love the tattoo that I had done,
It has been such tremendous fun,
Did it hurt, yes it did,
So much, I flipped my lid,
My darling, love it on your bum!
Choose wisely, it is there to stay,
The next day, cannot wish it away,
The thrill of having this fling,
Beats almost anything,
No longer an area grey!
Thou wave and the pasture painted green,
Thou speak and fairness ready to win.
Thou finger and flowers stand to bloom,
Thou sob and seas blaze in gloom.
Thou smile and children shine in bright,
Thou love and keep us in sight.
Ahead me the sky darken,
Oh, Thou, why the times fasten?
The roses and daisies sharpen,
Heart of hope I let them beaten.
Walking on an ice to crack,
Tears and fright I bear on my back.
Thou know how I raise in fake,
I gain an end one day I’m not awake.
The downpour dissolves my frights,
the sunshine bring back the rights.
Your sovereign is my love letter,
Tell me, how could I’m alone in the battle?
Thou build the absurdity to real,
Thou exhale and the searing chill.
Thou keep my soul upon the hill,
Thou grant my triumph to stand still.
Thou put my moaning in flame,
Thou Almighty, I have nothing to shame.
Thou I know, Your art eternally cherish,
And Your affection never end to flourish.
no phone call needed
secret of hidden key known
teddy bear on bed
©Donna Jones
Dear little child
Day is over
Evening falls
Little feet are tired
Days play is over
Time for evening meal
Wash your face
and hands
Brushing your teeth
Teddy bear on the pillow
Roses on your cheeks
Time for a little fairytale
Evening prayer
Wrap you into the soft blanket
Kiss and hugs
Desire for sweet dreams
I love you my little child
12. August 2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Darling, what I want for Christmas, is you to be my teddy bear,
Some hugs and kisses between us, a song and dance to share,
Some hugs and kisses between us, a warm and listening ear,
Some hugs and kisses between us, the charm of Christmas cheer,
Yes, what I want for Christmas, is you to be my teddy bear,
Some hugs and kisses between us, in tender loving care,
Some hugs and kisses between us, a song and dance to share,
Some hugs and kisses between us, as I hold you near,
For love to be with us, throughout our Christmas years,
Darling, what I want for Christmas, is you to be my teddy bear,
Some hugs and kisses between us, the charm of Christmas cheer,
Some hugs and kisses between us, the warmth of Christmas dear,
Enduring love to be with us, throughout our Christmas years,
Darling, what I want for Christmas, is you to be my teddy bear,
Some hugs and kisses between us, some hugs and kisses between us,
Some hugs and kisses between us, "Won't you be my teddy bear!!"
Floating in the sanctity of a tiny tranquil sea,
hidden from the world by only a fragile wall,
unaware of the uncertainty of their own mortal future.
Wide innocent eyes blinded by a bright light,
unable to see the evils and prejudices of mankind
and the society that emulates his selfish nature.
Virgin ears silenced by their own innocence,
unable to hear the chorus of suffering
mankind has brought to bear on himself.
The sound of salvation beats within a tiny sea
while the impatient fingers of death linger outside
waiting for a chance to plunge in and stop the beat.
Each time Satan's hand swipes by the virgin soul
dangling helplessly from life's frail thread
mankind's last flame of hope begins to flicker.
Shall a world chorus of cries ring in their births,
or shall a soul numbing silence fill our vacant hearts?
I once saw a bear on the prowl
Who, one night encountered an owl
The owl said "Who"
The Bear answered "Pooh"
I knew something smelled a bit fowl
An Ancient crazy Ox,
Once had a whacking job,
Breaking on the dance floor,
One too many holes to show!
A sleepy grizzly bear on four,
Drinking ale with a drunkard
boar,
On board a rocking Boat with
one oar,
Singing 'bottles of rum' from
Jamaica to Singapore!
Mind me manners toward
Capitano Lady Fox,
Upon the infamous pirate
ship at Bencoolen's seaport,
Gives me dreaded shivers me
back as she reckons me
ransom...
Or walk the plank on her
fancy at devil's watch!
Her bastard crews scattered
around the world by
misadventure,
Come crawling back surely
from as far as America to
India, Oxes,Bears,Otters,Boars
and nasty Mr.one-eyed
badger!
Assign her coloured flags of
the Dark Paws!
Get ready to sail and soar on
open seawater.
'ALL PAWS ON DECK !' yell the
first mate Mr.Badger at the
aft,
Scurry me *****es of a
pirate's whore or there'll be
no sunshine on your arses!
And glide she did towards
Shanghai's blossom ...
And on her voyage she pick
up the grizzly bear and
drunkard boar,
With a slashing whip on
those Scumbags with her
foxy's paw she gave in to her
pleasure!
Beware merchants and sea
travellers be on your guard,
The sinister Black Paws is
coming your way...
And by the hairy ass of
Bloody
Mary have mercy on you,
When she prey upon your
vessels on golden horizon
ablaze !!
Ahoy there and shiver me
timbers this take becomes
hotter,
A tale of battles with pirates
and the western kingdom.....
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Nancy Jones
New Contest
Form:
Mummy, come in from the garden!
Mummy, come see what I've done!
I got out my paintbox and did you some pictures,
oh, Mummy, I've had so much fun!
There's a Lion, a Tiger and Cheetah
I've drawn all up the kitchen wall,
and the Penguin and Polar Bear on the fridge door
look like they are having a ball!
Ooh, look, a big snake, it's all slimy and green
that I've done across the kitchen floor
and I really am certain the mice on the curtains
you'll love, do you want to see more?
Oh, Mummy, your hands are both shaking,
your face has gone terribly white,
there's a tear in your eye and you've let out a sigh,
oh dear, Mum- are you feeling alright?
For contest 'Childlike fun and enthusiasm', sponsor Caren Krutzinger
27th June 2018
Only few vague notions remain.
Resource lowering has emerged.
Poverty and shame endure strain.
Money and action have diverged.
They shackled him with sharp pebbles.
False idols' rage will not be tamed.
Justice can be served, he chisels.
Though with a spirit that's untamed.
I cede safety pins for deep breadth.
Bleed on the rough stones as I move.
Preparedness is worse than death.
Sheer struggle in vain; I chose prove.
The jagged bores of shrub and gorse.
Slumbering softly down their track.
Unyielding uphill this steep source.
The birds chirp and echo ducks quack.
No skin, bear on shreds of mercy.
Our cells used to make a new death.
Keep your bliss, won't bite agony.
Go for different god and breadth.
I'll scale this hard peak until dusk.
Enjoy summer's beauty and clean air.
The wind will take the dusk luck.
Free of jagged rocks and despair.
Written: September 11, 2021
''J'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A glorious sunset in an opening
Never before seen. Miles from nowhere.
Dimming iridescent sunset.
The forest shines light to the East
Eyes can't adjust to the shadows of the West.
The light of the day led to this throne
Breaking trails though walls of green
Opening like a curtain revealing anew
Wanted to leave early but decided against
Opting for just one more moment of awe
Faced with uncertainty direction is known
Only because backwards was in hours ago
First steps are easy as the forest denses
Ruckus of movement echoes away and back
Lumbering clumsily full of strength
Sticks breaking, leaves brushing
Thorns sticking, bits of bark blinding
Blackness of night dimming. Steps weakening
Shins stopped by logs. Bruises throbbing
Straight lines becoming circles
Faint remnants of twilight rotate on horizon
Ducking under widow-makers blindly
The tree fogs hums rising
Deer huff sightless upon approach
The lonely wolf between here and home
Draws out a far-to-close harmonious note
What was that? A sound I didn't make
Stopped abruptly, heal to toe tipping
Heavy breaths echo from mouth to ear
Holding breath with throat rasping starting to crackle
Ears perked pinging the darkness.
Faint white noise increasing in volume
Sharp cracks penetrate the silence
It's coming right at me.
Fear races, body tenses
Bear on a charge with it's prey in sight
Heavy limbs breaking, small branches twanging
Thrashing closer as hairs raise on end
Skin of scalp tightens sloughing from the skull
Legs begin running before being told
The brain is still interpreting failing senses
Gnarly fangs of timber tearing at cloth and flesh
Anguish escapes with a primal face crunching growl
As crag hooks foot in a hand-less fall
Ears ringing as pain numbs in anticipation
Louder and louder the pursuer above crashes
Veering right past me
Another wayward traveler surging aimlessly
Thrashing the darkness as if being chased.
Trying to find his way home in the Dark.
In the Dark
9/11/17