Long Ted Poems
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I've come to a halt. My body
doesn't want to move, it is
breathing out air, inhaling and
exhaling but moving, no. It is
done, I am done, my brain, my
body, every nerve in my system is
done. I recently watched this
show called “Feel good” in hopes
to feel good myself, and it hit me
like an epiphany, how comedy
often masks the complexities
of nature, we call it mental health.
So, now that I've watched
something that was supposed to
be feel good, and I don't feel good
after it, I think that the feelings that
are resonated by my mind, my body,
will go unnoticed. I don't know how
to feel about it and whom to talk
about it. So, now, my body is in this
state of self loathing with an ounce
of anxiety because I wanted to watch
something that'd make me feel good,
but instead I watched something that
made me miserable.
I would give an arm and a leg to see him, she said.
She was going to meet a new guy by name of Ted.
Only time will tell if things will turn out okay.
I am weak as a kitten, I heard my friend say.
At the end of the date she had the time of her life.
She expected this guy Ted to make her his wife.
I said, I hope you did not speak of your crazy short leg.
No, she nodded. I avoided that like the plague.
I took the tiger by the tail, she told me smugly.
Thought outside the box, called myself May Puggly.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, I reminded her.
Just in case the expected outcome did not occur.
It is as plain as the nose on my face she said later.
He was not much of a man, a notorious dater.
He is now as dead as a doornail me, that hack!
Was she actually the pot calling the kettle black?
Time sure did fly when I was having fun.
But now that he has stood me up, this creep had better run!
wind sweep ted shores
good morning my angel did you sleep well
wind sweep ted to an oceans breeze
for my love as i fall to my knees
i feel your love flowing over me, so soft on my face
this is a happy place Rio DE Janeiro for us o be
my love you have made me co complete
for as night falls over the Rio DE Janeiro shore
we have found the cure forever more my dear ceizar souza
for as day brakes over the soft mountain tops
soft winds make us feel so alive
Rio DE Janeiro shore forever more, with this such beautiful women standing on the
shores holding my hand forever more
my dear ceizar this is the cure love forever more on your sweet Rio DE Janeiro
shores
each flower that opens
each day that breaks
each night that fall our love is forever more
each heart that shows love in the world is a powerful sending to us both
see my ceizar i love you forever
so good morning to my angel of the light my real love forever more
your sunshine loves you
worshipful master’s fez kept slipping off his head.
he was irritated and blamed the trumpet flower.
tittering faeries kept him irritated, this honored Ted.
Ted sat in their bouquet, annoyed by their power.
they had him all confused and curiously tense.
with their girly charms and their faerie ways.
he sat among their giggling in masculine suspense.
wondering what they had in mind for him these days.
smiling smirking faeries are first fun, but they sometimes turn.
his grandpa found out when his heart was captured by one.
gramps lives a life of toil and work, driven hard by his wife Fern.
a faerie who keeps him busy while she flies off and has the fun.
Every teddy knows that every girl and and every boy
Needs to have a teddy who will be their pride and joy
A teddy bear companion in the life of him or her
Will be a snuggle buddy even when they’ve lost their fur
For when a bear is truly loved its fur will start to wear
A sure sign that that cherished bear was carried everywhere
And snuggled with your bear at night when mum turns out the light
There is no need to fear the dark with teddy cuddled tight
But wait, I hear you say, what if you haven’t got a bear
The truth is there’s a bear for everybody, everywhere
But there’s no Santa Claus for those who never think to ask
So bears are brought to children by a teddy in a mask
Sky Ted lives upon a cloud, he has a telescope
He uses it to see through ceilings in persistent hope
That every child he finds will have a bear to help him cope
But Sky Ted takes corrective action when his scope says, “Nope.”
For rainbows don’t just happen; Sky Ted makes them with a wish
And rides down on a unicorn to visit little kids
So if you haven’t got a bear, there’s no need to complain
For Sky Ted distributes his teddies, even in the rain
But Sky Ted has a schedule that will sometimes leave him beat
And one or two of you have bears you think you’ll never meet
For it’s a great big world and Sky Ted truly does his best
But there's a teddy looking down, with your name on its vest
So if you’re too old for a bear (which never shall be true)
You sense someone, but no-one’s there - your bear is watching you
So hug the bear you have; if you have none then just pretend
For wherever your bear may be, he’s there and he’s your friend
For every child that’s ever born, a teddy bears their name
And Sky Ted’s making rainbows, which to him is not a game
So whether you be four or forty, even ninety eight
Your bear will one day find you: All you need to do is wait.
One fine day Ted sat up like an arrowhead
Straight out he jumped out of bed
Had a quick coffee and a bite of bread
Ted liked to think things through in his head
Nothing he liked better than plan ahead
‘It’s deplorable status quo that I dread’
In love for years with a lassie was Ted
Weekly baked the most enticing gingerbread
Today was the day Ted finally said
He needed to prove he wasn’t a hothead
Before Ted would ask his bonnie to wed
He needed to upgrade his shabby shed
Ted wanted first to purchase a quadruped
He went to see horses for sale chez Fred
There he purchased a thoroughbred
To pull his sturdy new sled
Went back to see over yonder that spread
The one for sale unless he’d been misled
He got that blessed go-ahead
Signed for mortgage on the right letterhead
So Ted sped and he fled
As if life hung by a thread
Off to his bonnie with roses so red
Addressed the daunting figurehead
For his daughter’s hand Ted pled
Lengthy itemized good intentions he read
In appreciation, they named their first born Ed
Then the next Copperhead Ned
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Floating, adrift in icy water; like discarded driftwood
(his Commander, Warrand, bravely stepped aside to let him pass)
the sole survivor so thought Ted; of the proud and mighty Hood.
Then came Bill, and Bob, three, from one thousand four hundred eighteen
ripped and torn apart from Admirals to seamen second class.
Brave souls all, who crossed the bar that day, a crew, a brotherhood
through a flaw in Hood's design. They knew; The Royal Navy brass.
Just before 06:00 on 24th May 1941, HMS Hood was struck by several German shells, exploded, and sank within 3 minutes, with the loss of all but three of her crew of 1418; Midshipman William Dundas, Able Seaman Bob Tilburn, and Ordinary Signalman Ted Briggs. The British Admiralty was aware of her vulnerable deck armour
Julyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula Placed 3rd.
Date wrote: 23-July-2021
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
It made me mad; I wished she was dead.
Took my anger to my Uncle Ned.
He started laughing, happy instead.
Most serious now, sick in my head,
Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed.
He chased me off, his face spitball of red.
With laughter shaking his feather bed.
I decided to sit in my little she-shed.
Devoured Ritz crackers ‘til I was fed.
Refused to talk to my Uncle Ted.
Who was spitting a story about Brother Ed.
I rode off on my purple and pink Moped.
Had an accident, needed bandage and a med.
The nurse who helped me was named Mrs. Ked.
Beautiful, she was a recent newlywed.
My dad is bigger than yours she said.
I was shocked for a second, but then I read
A book, settled down, no longer in my head.
Seeing the humor of Ed, Zed, Ned and Ted.
Remembering the days way back when
Baseball was what made life tick
Lived and breathed that wonderful game
With the Babe, Ted Williams, and the Mick
Jackie Robinson breaking the colour barrier
Sweet memories inhabit my brain
Jackie was the absolute first hero of mine
Brought equality to this time honoured game
Stan Musial, Bob Feller, and Joe DiMaggio
From a much simpler era, these names
When salaries hadn't yet become astronomical
They played for the love of the game
How many remember the powerhouse Yankees
Every year the cream of the crop
They were always a perpetual Series contender
Seemed like the Yanks were always on top
Those days are gone but sure not forgotten
In the recesses of this old mind
Can still see Ted hitting one over the fence
In my mind, it's nineteen-forty nine
© Jack Ellison 2013
In her frail hands, she held the flame,
A flicker bright, yet bound to fade—
Her words, like stars, her heart aflame,
Her soul, a scarred and shadowed glade.
Beneath the weight of unseen chains,
She sang her sorrow, soft and low,
While in his eyes were cold remains
Of love long buried in the snow.
He turned from her, a shadow cast,
A silent specter, dark and near,
While each small wound became her last,
Her tender voice gave way to fear.
Yet still she wrote, with trembling pen,
A warrior lost, but fighting still,
Each verse, a scream of might, and then
A wish to bend the world to will.
But oh, his silence crushed her soul,
His hands withheld both love and light,
And in the end, she paid the toll—
Her flame was lost into the night.