Best Grin And Bear It Poems
Steve McGarrett ate a carrot,
With a parrot as a pet,
When he stopped to catch a ferret,
At a local launderette.
Well, he had to grin and bear it,
When the ferret, as a foe,
Had the gall to greet McGarrett,
With a ferret body blow.
"What's the matter, Steve McGarrett,
Said the ferret, as he fell,
If you scatter with a hair net,
And a dab of V-0 gell."
Steve McGarrett knew the ferret,
Had a parrot-hungry face,
So he tried to chase and wear it,
For the parrot to embrace.
"Don't you know, Steve McGarrett,
That a ferret is a fink,
When you try to kill and wear it,
And the creature starts to stink?"
At the moment, Steve McGarrett,
Was distracted by the row,
Then a bunny rabbit's carrot,
Made a funny kind of blow.
Well, McGarrett knew the carrot,
Was a dare-it kind of throw,
So he gave the silly Parrott,
As a present for Dan-O.
And he left to catch the rabbit,
In a carrot patch that grew,
For the rabbit-killing habit,
Of a Five-O killing crew.
But the pace, by Steve McGarrett,
Was a sorry sight to see,
And he jiggled with a carrot,
In the course of history.
When McGarrett made a fumble,
On the path to victory,
Then he took a major tumble,
Down the hollow of a tree.
To be continued . . .
Sometimes life can get a little rough
“Grin And Bear It”
Or should that be “Grin and BARE It”
Sounds like good advice
Grinning and baring it can be a whole lot more fun
But make sure your friends have all gone home
And the kiddies are tucked away in their beds fast asleep
Before you and your mate start prancing around in the nude
Doing and saying all those naughty things
Like, “nice melons you have there my dear”
This starts the whole proceedings
She responds with, “nice frontal protrusion!”
Immediately, the fun begins and the house starts rockin'
All because you, “Grinned And Bared it!”
© Jack Ellison 2014
Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.
Animals in fights and fleeings
Still are mostly social beings.
In a pinch, at end of tether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Multitudes of furry creatures
Seem alike in lots of features.
Yet that’s not their point of view,
And they vie to prove this true.
Mockingbirds may sing like parrots.
Horses, rabbits crunch on carrots.
Many species act as one
To lark and run in the sun.
But in times of stormy weather,
Birds of a feather flock together.
Whether cat or dog or ferret,
Each as pet will have its merit.
Yet if all alone, where’er it,
Not a one can grin and bear it.
Humans also seek each other—
Father, mother, sister, brother—
Hither, thither, upper, nether,
Birds of a feather flock together.
~ Harley White
I once had a girlfriend
Her name was gormless Sue
They mustuck her for a Gorilla
and put her in a Zoo.
They fed her bananas
through the bars of her cage
and soon caught the eye
of a young male called Dave.
Dave chased her around
the cage every day and all through the night
and it wasn't a pretty site.
Sue begged me to save her and let her out
So y picked the lock
and she ran out screaming
and ran and never stopped.
Then the zoo keeper
mistook me for a bear
No one let me out and I'm still there.
Ah Well what can you do
Suppose I;ll just have ro grin and'' bear'' it
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.march
A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.
The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression.
It wields misery like a knife. And there's no magic wand to be waved
To make it fade into oblivion. It leaves me suddenly hankering
For the halcyon days of summer. There isn't enough warmth saved
It's chillingly cold, and I can't shake my incessant shivering
'Tis a cold, cold winter. Brutal as can be, and summer seems far away
Oh, how it keeps hovering in the air like a flickering hummingbird
Days are quite long. Time, as still as the snow covering my doorway
Am I supposed to grin and bear it? Carry on day after day undeterred?
It wields misery like a knife. The gust of wind it blows is terrible
I wish for rain to rid the onslaught of snow, it's white hue is blinding
Is this winter at it's angriest? The misery it has unleashed is insufferable
Rays of afternoon sun shall dissolve it sooner than later, I'm hoping
I yearn for spring, in all its glory. It will arrive before long, I pray
Cold, cold winter, please, please, please; finally be on your way
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Date written and posted: 03/26/2016
You read or hear some words and think
“That isn’t very flattering;”
But then your heart is on the brink
Of pittering and pattering.
For possibly, those sentiments
Contain a little clue
That give you just the slightest sense
They might apply to you.
Perhaps you’re being paranoid
Or worried without cause;
It’s easier to just avoid
Those words with fangs and claws.
But sometimes you just have to shrug
And flash a grin and bear it,
‘Cause even if it’s kinda snug,
If that shoe fits – then wear it!
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Life is pain
a splendid tattoo
as with all pain
I grin and bear it too
for what more than pain
makes life so tangible
the experience of being
being surely unregretable
2010.12.26
Oh, such amorous flamenco
A bailaora who whirls fervidly
Nascent paltriness, a winged coo
Unruffled yet sways seamlessly
To grasp is to grin and bear it
To ace is quite an arduous drill
To master is to act with grit
And delectate the peachy whirl
One oblique pennant of breath
Suchlike to humane multitude
Defiance from old shibboleth
A vagueness of life’s certitude
09.23.17
Shyly Loudly
Smiling Laughing
in the face of
Disapointment
Go Go
Little stuffed
Friend, open
Your arms
I'll cry
You'll hug the bad and
It will all
Go Away!
Dedicated to my mother. She insists that Teddy Bears make life bearable!
We all have so many decisions in this world we must make
But none of them, could ever cause such eternal heartache
None of them will ever push your soul so far away
Then the day that you delete your own Child's birthday
I like the color blue and maybe you like red
But this is a matter of what the Creator Himself has said
And if you choose to trample on such hollow ground
Then wonder not why with all other such evil you have found
So worldly easy to relegate it to a choice
For you have never even heard that little baby's voice
Remember the other side and allow it speak to you
For satan has always lied and here you are giving him his due
Such a valuable prize stealing your soul in this way
Choosing not to see his wicked lies but you will one day
Oh trust me children are so very hard to raise
But that is just one more way that I can give God praise
Please reach out at this time for the Lord's Hand
He will give you the strength in helping you to understand
For the Lord understands knowing this won't be easy for you
But in God's all complete wisdom, He picked You!
Deuteronomy 30:19
I call heaven and earth to record this day against you,
that I have sat before you life and death, blessing and cursing:
therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:
when it comes to stress I grin and bear it
love I will welcome with arms wide open
patience in waiting rooms I often sit
always hoping for knowledge be sharpen
living with all these emotions is hard
and each one of us has a bunch of these
for hate and anger I always discard
keeping emotions in check is no breeze
serenity is the ultimate goal
negative emotions may prevent it
and they tend to darken are very soul
peace of mind wouldn’t even cost a bit
for me poetry helps me keep it straight
my future is always my to create
I never been
ocular witness
one of the happiest moments
that I dreamed.
I did never taste
the wine of freedom
that I knead in my cellars.
And the river goes down onrush,
in order to sweep
this litter life.
So here I am
At the bank of Acherons
grin and bear it
as in a bus station.
The system
is doping me with money.
My friends
promise me a sunny day.
And I want
the future now!