Best Grizzly Poems
The grizzly bear came at me, snorting and screeching.
Until this second, I did not know that they screeched.
I knew to run was not the way. I had been warned.
They love to chase their prey before they eat it.
Play dead! A voice in my head said.
What? Are you crazy? I looked at the trees.
None of them had low branches, so I picked up an umbrella.
It was the only long thing I had at this stupid campfire.
I did not have time to unthread a tent pole did I?
The grizzly was as angry as any beast I had ever seen.
Her mouth was full of teeth, and her paws were bigger than my head.
I knew I was going to be a goner if I enraged her even more.
So I handed her the umbrella. She was shocked.
You could see confusion in her eyes. She smacked me over and over.
Killing me in a thorough way, because I died of a heart attack.
My soul watched her devour my carcass from the safety of the tree line.
Are you aware that a Grizzly Bear
Is tall and very powerful,
Don't disturb him while he naps
Or you might get a growl full.
If you see him in a forest,
Then seek shelter from a tree,
Make sure your scent is downwind
Or you just might be his tea.
Grumpy Grizzly yawns
Hollow tree trunk awaits –
Hibernation
Note: I’d like to dedicate this entry for Andrea’s contest to
Daver Austin, who describes himself as a “grumpy” old man.
Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy nylon shelters shielded us
from what weather there was to worry on,
as summer slipped to autumn
and autumn waned winterward.
Four full years past we trekked those trails
through stands of timber frequented by fox,
by birds, by deer -- and by growling grizzlies.
We walked well-wooded hillsides
of mixed conifers and broadleaf.
In deep drafts we breathed the earthy air.
Now, when my son hugs his honey bear,
red-jacketed, black-button eyed,
I see the hellish maw, the bloodied claw,
of the darkish-brown raging beast
that tore off my arm and maimed
two sages, amid the yellow quaking aspen
where, yet, that gory grizzly ages.
A grizzly isn't really, as bad as he's made out
He wanders round the parklands, when no humans are about
But there are times of course, we meet him in his home
We can't blame him for being there, it is on his land we roam
Open up your tent flap, and see the big brown bear
Close it quickly zip it up, you must not meet his stare
He would not come to campsites, if nothing for him there
After he had looked around, he would go elsewhere
He has that special odour, you can tell where he has been
You sense that he was at your camp, even though not seen
That is why statistics, that are often known to lie
Can this time tell the Gods own truth, so very few will die
So when you stay in National Parks, or even just 'Out There'
Leave a pristine place behind you, leave nothing for the bear
We can do it safely, out camping in the bush
If we just use some common sense, not give our luck a push
So there is that big brown bear, sexes named as hogs
Does little of the damage, of domesticated dogs
But he is big and looks so fierce, he takes a lot of blame
Should he vanish then this earth, would never be the same
Have you ever seen a grizzly... bare?
And told him to put on some clothes
I did that once, but it must have upset him
Because he reared back on his toes
Well this guy's no freaking big hero
So I started to take off like a shot
But before I could, he grabs me and says
“I'm your friend... like it or not!”
Mr. Grizzly must surely have noticed
Sweat pouring down from my brow
He started to laugh like big bears do
Scared the poop out of me... holy cow!
As he held me, I calmed down a little bit
He seemed like a friendly old chap
But those teeth of his were really sharp
He was drooling from his cavernous yap
He really seemed like a kindly old soul
Neither nasty, nor scary, nor mean
I asked if he'd like to come home for honey
But insisted he put on some jeans
The reason was cause of my kiddies I told him
Not nice to go showing your parts
It's just a matter of common decency
Wanted to get that straight from the start
So off we go, Mr. Grizzly and me
I'm feeling warm and fuzzy all over
Another new friend to share some laughs
Along with my old dog Rover
© Jack Ellison 2015
THE GRIZZLY ATTACK
Relentlessly grizzlies search
Bloody skin
Ferret out each secret fear
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
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from human eyes
a roar
beat the air
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I am a grizzly bear in the depths of the earth, taking one last look at my forested
wonderland before I fall into a deep, dark slumber, safe and sound in the rocky cave that
encloses me into my bed of leaves. From the inside of my cave, the outside world looks like
a painters palette with its brilliant array of colors and shapes. As I look before me, I see a
changing world. As the leaves start to turn from green to red and orange, they dance a
ballet of the season then fall to Mother Earth as their resting place, where they too will sleep
until next spring. The castle wall of oak trees block my view of the trickling spring just
ahead. Before the spring appears, mossy green rocks are trying not to drown in the breath
taking view. I take one last look at this enchanting scenery and I pray that I will remember
my beautiful vision in my dreams.
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His name was Timothy Treadwell, aka The Grizzly man.
He was a naturalist who had a very strong love for the grizzly bears of our land.
He alone at times would chase off poachers to protect his animal kin.
How ironic that the very beast that he loved so much would one day come to kill him.
One day he got fed up with the people world and sought solace in the land of the bear.
It was just before hibernation time. The worst time to be there.
Any bears not hibernating weren't because they hadn't been fully fed.
That is why, he came to die when a hungry bear killed both he and his girlfriend dead.
Whereupon they'd ignore him in the past, now they had to satisfy their fast.
One bear crossed paths with he and she one night, and saw them both as a culinary delight.
His camera was rolling but the lense was covered, still one could hear very clearly the audio.
The bear attacked him first. He screamed out to Amy, "Amy, get out of here, go!"
She would not abandon her man. She grabbed a frying pan and beat it atop the bear's head.
That's when the grizzly bear turned on her and rendered poor Amy dead.
The bear was tracked and killed. An autopsy revealed Timothy and Amy's body parts.
If Timothy could know that this bear was killed it most certainly would have broken his heart.
I spoke with him once briefly and told him to be careful. "You do sometimes cross the line."
"I appreciate your concern," he replied, "but I know what I'm doing. Everything will be fine."
Many say he was crazy, and maybe perhaps he was losing his mind towards the end,
but I learned so much about grizzly bear behavior, that I'd have never known if not for him.
Story/poem
My husband and I were invited to go on a
camping trip. I being a city girl - it was a real
trip for me. It was quiet late at night, we were
on our camping site.
Everybody had gone to bed. I was not used to
the outdoors, so I was having trouble sleeping.
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside. I knew
there was trouble, even though I was inside.
I heard someone get out of his tent. He came
screaming. There's a bear, there's a bear. Please
come out and see. I said I'm not going. I'll stay
here until you kill that thing.
Soon everybody went outside, carring riffles and
everything they could find. The BEAR was going
through a rampage, destroying everything in it's
path. My husband had gone out with a gun in his
hand, but someone else took the first shot.
I was still inside not making a sound, when I heard
the shot. I said to myself it's time to come out. I
thought I would see the Bear dead, but to my shock
the Bear had left. He took all our food and ran away.
Someone said - did you see the size of that BEAR?
Another guy said yes - it was a Grizzly. At hearing that,
I think I fainted. Then I was glad I never saw it, but
no one will ever forget the night the Grizzly came...
11/02/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
How is this for a made up story?
Someone ask me to write something
about a Grizzly - I did.
Asian Black, Kodiak, Polar Bear, Grizzly and cuddly Teddy bear too….
Which one would you want to find wearing your pajamas when you have the flu?
The purple and pink striped ones would look the prettiest on the Asian Black,
But she is particular, and prefers a polka dotted nightie with a sheer and sexy back.
Let’s say you see a bear creep into your bedroom in the middle of the day,
You see her putting on your pantyhose, and she rips them every which way.
I choose Giant Panda, hoping she will want to wear my flowered blouse.
I would share all my every day clothes with her, for I am not a louse.
Sri Lanka Sloth Bear is the neatest, with her tidy extra- long hairless snout.
I know if she was visiting, I would let her wear my fancy blue dress, no doubt.
Polar Bear would have to wait until my Uncle Zeb came by to take a nap.
At a thousand pounds and holding,
all my clothes on her would surely tear and gap.
Grizzly and Kodiak are the ones I would truly dread to catch in my bedroom.
They are wild women who wear too much smelly overpowering perfume.
We had them once for a slumber party, and they tore up my bed being funny.
They cannot come back, because their parents paid no restitution money.
Better make up your mind, and do it much quicker than you have
done in the immediate past.
I just saw a trail of bear prints head toward your house,
and they were moving rather fast.
a grizzly bear had never looked so sincere
I hid in the woods, trying not to shake my rear
the robin was clearly in charge that day
coaching the bear, in the kindest way
luckily I speak bird so I understood his tweet
he said you have to soft-speak her, you must be sweet
no female wants you to act like a cave man, honey
approach her softly as if she was a bunny
the bear thanked the robin, who flew away
then bear trotted toward a black blob of clay
the clay reared up and I was scared to see
two grizzly bears both looking at me!
honeycomb danger
grizzly bear has sniffed them out
stingers no good here
I waited all morning for some kind of wildlife to come near enough for a shot.
My Nikon camera was set on her tripod, and I had been purveying the woods
I felt moose staring at me and I thought if I can just get one great photo of it,
It would complete the wildlife spread for the magazine who paid for this camera.
The sky was bright blue, it was a sunny day; I took photos of the trees.
Come on, I urged the bull moose. Just one little shot of you, would make my day.
The leaves on the trees were sparking in the wind; but no large animal came forward.
I was just about ready to pack it in when my grandfather’s voice came to me.
One more hour, he said. Just one more hour; he had never steered me wrong.
He had passed sixteen years previously, but he came to me sometimes.
When it was important, so apparently, this would be worth the wait.
Fifty-six minutes later, this grizzly bear came out of the woods giving my spread punch!
I took sixty-nine photos of her as she was walking toward me; I was insanely happy.
This is the best photo I have ever taken in my life! I told my grandfather.
I smiled all the way back to town, thinking about how terrific these would be.
They were too; everyone came up to say it; this kind of pure joy you do not get every day.