Some keep a blanket or an item of sentiment
Which holds deeper purpose than what was meant.
On the surface you are a soft brown dog
With a gentle face and floppy ears.
But you are much more to her than a soft toy.
You were a friend in her earlier years.
To her you were living, listening and real
As she expressed her world through her young eyes.
She dressed you in her clothes and hugged you tight
As you soothed her sorrow and silenced her cries.
She felt that you were her only friend
For you were there by her side.
Her confidant, her close companion
There was nothing from you she would hide.
Though teddies were required for a teddy bear picnic,
You were always her only choice.
Although she had teddies and other soft toys,
Your name would sound in her voice.
The child within cherishes this bond
The one existing between toy and kid.
Her adult self perceives what the child doesn't see,
This friendship is inanimate, one sided...
But why should it matter? For a purpose it serves.
The child feels comforted by something that's hers.
Categories:
teddies, child, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Picture this
You're eight years old, in your bedroom,
playing with your favorite stuffed animals.
But not far from your door, the sounds of raised voices echo-voices that do not sound happy.
You shift your focus back to your toys:
Three different teddy bears.
One is the daddy, one is the mommy, and one is the daughter.
You make the bears do the opposite of those raised voices.
You give them calm, inviting tones, words that are loving, nurturing-the words that would heal your inner child.
As your focus sinks deeper into this world you've made, a light smile forms on your face.
Until,
the sound of your bedroom door creaking open.
You look up to see your mother, her face covered in exhaustion.
She tells you to go to bed, and so you do, gathering all your teddies close.
Because tonight, you want to be part of the wholesome life you've created for them. ~ B.J
Categories:
teddies, children, conflict, deep, father
Form: Free verse
I will look to times no more,
to this girl of eleven;
to the old house on the perfect street,
I loved it there, we loved it,
the worn wood floors,
the big olden kitchen,
the lovely flowers mom grew outside,
I will never forget the trees, the drooping green;
the pond where ducks drifted,
feeding the squirrels nuts.
But, one night fire took our home,
we were out of town visiting;
returning to this empty shell destroyed,
gone my dolls, my teddies, my books, my kitten,
gone mom's photos, our everything.
We stood in shock together on the street weeping,
neighbours comforting us;
the truth sinking into our souls,
our wounds of loss open wide, bleeding,
our grief of my sisters not long gone demise fresh.
Mom held her precious new born boy tight,
holding me by her side, oh how I cried !
Thinking how much more God ?
Categories:
teddies, childhood, memory,
Form: Verse
I will turn back the pages of my life-
I was nine years old, sad, and lonely
had been living with grannie and grandpa
on their farm and I liked it there
But, mom told dad to buy a new house
on a quiet safe street she said
we had lost my sister to a traffic accident
a few years ago and were still healing
And he did and it was beautiful
I fell in love in a moment
it was old and elegant and perfect
my eyes sparkled with joy
My room was at the top of a grand staircase
it overlooked a lovely garden
there was plenty of room for my books
dolls and teddies and had a large front porch
The street was lined with ancient trees
the neighbourhood quiet and peaceful
a park at the end of the street beckoned me
it was lush and green and I wanted to go there
There was a pond with drifting ducks and swans
it was like my dreams had been answered
and my little girl heart skipped a beat
the wound in my heart was going to heal
Categories:
teddies, childhood,
Form: Verse
Fairy
If you dare trip to the woods tonight
You will have the best time of your lives
For down in the woods beneath moonlight
Expect a spectacular surprise.
As every teddy bear who’s around
Will surely be there, don't miss it
There’s a fairy joining the picnic
All are welcome to come and visit.
It's on stroke of last midnight bell chime
From the sky fairies set out to fly
Our fairy will be pleased to greet you
Teddies and fairies, grand gals and guys.
The fairy ballerina Nina
Of dancing will never become bored
The teddy bears love her to perform
She’s amused how with paws they applaud.
It will be a joviality
Goodies to eat and sodas to drink
Focus on the fairy constantly
As fairies fly off swift as a blink.
*+*+* +*
18th February 2023
Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word used - no.6 Fairy
Categories:
teddies, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Do not tell tales of wars to children,
Tell them stories of universal love;
May costumes of a charming war patron,
Be restored by physicians true cure shove;
Lasting be divine graces from above...!
May no toy-guns take the place of teddies,
Innocence be moral midst joyful games;
May each child grow up as always readies,
Taking risks for others with no self-claims;
May compassion grow as great constant aims...!
In the leisurely pleasure-ride of life,
May weapons occupy no vital space;
Smooth industriousness and soothing strife,
Enchant the existence of human race;
May ethics, in each step, be solid base...!
May fields of corns increase; not battlefields,
May green revolt outwit the bloody red;
May sickles and plows replace safety-shields,
May each one earn their needed daily bread;
Even in our nightmares, be no bloodshed...!
05 March 2022
Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
teddies, love, peace,
Form: Quintain (English)
Is it easy to find a 'good friend' nowadays?
The pseudo-living teddies are the loyal ones always...
You shout, you lie...
They will listen, but can't deny...
"Why did you scream?", they will never ask...
They just hear; enquiring is not their task...
The good old days remain sadly quiet...
Our present life has fixed nothing right...
Believing was not a great deal at that time;
when words used to find their perfect pairs to rhyme...
Categories:
teddies, betrayal, childhood, poems, poetess,
Form: Couplet
We went to Aunty Sue’s for tea
my cousin wants to play with me
So I have to play with Cousin Jean
we wash doll clothes till they are clean
then dress the doll and comb her hair
but Cousin Jean is not aware
I HATE DOLLS
They look like trolls
with rubber lips and a creepy smile
I think Jean’s dolls are simply vile
blue googly eyes, pink plastic thighs
playing with dolls I just despise
I much prefer teddies with fur
but I concur I must play with her
because Jean’s tiny, she’s only three
and I am eight, but dolls I HATE!
10/24/21
Categories:
teddies, angst, childhood, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
When I think back at my happiest time of life,
I always recall the old home of my childhood;
on a shady street and with a park at the end,
where my dad and I would feed the ducks.
It was such a peaceful time sitting in the park,
talking and investigating the little fish at the edge;
tadpoles dad said, and there were tiny frogs too,
jumping all over- I think they followed us home.
Many days were spent in make believe on the porch,
with my dolls and teddies and weak tea in a real pot;
a real pot and tea cups grandma had given to me,
even, snowball cat joined the tea party on the porch.
________________________
July 5, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/A Happy Memory
Copyright Protected, 20-1266-321-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, STRAND completely new ( 5 )
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Categories:
teddies, nostalgia,
Form: Light Verse
Children love teddy bears
They keep them company
Children imagine that they are real
And they can feel, hear and see
Teddies are a child's best friend
Be it girl or boy
Many children have Teddys'
They are their favourite toy
Children tell their Teddy's everything
All their worries and cares
Nobody agrees with children
Like their Teddy bears
They can say outrageous things
And don't get a smack
They can whisper secrets
As bears' can't answer back
A child can dress their bear in clothes
Tie coloured ribbons around their ears
And cuddle up to their Teddys'
To take away their fears
When a child grows up
And Teddy's not needed anymore
They will always be remembered
The bears' named after Theodore
Categories:
teddies, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Of words unspoken,
That you will never know.
Warm embrace,
You will never feel.
Tears not cried,
That I can’t wipe away.
Joy unsatisfied,
Hope unfulfilled,
I take them as my own.
To honour times never spent,
To sweet, bitter, forever lament.
Aching short moments,
I treasure dear.
Loss that lies deep,
In the pores of my flesh.
Your little limbs,
So perfectly formed.
Innocence divine,
Purity unrefined,
I will remember you always.
To honour times never spent,
To sweet, bitter, forever lament.
I cradle arms bare,
As I laid you to rest.
On blankets soft,
With teddies and treats.
The day I held you,
Oh, so bitter sweet.
Gentle blue eyes,
Premature goodbye,
I miss you all the time.
To honour times never spent,
To sweet, bitter, forever lament.
My true little fighter,
Right until the end.
You held on enough,
To look into my eyes.
Then you slept,
In my loving arms.
Rest assured darling,
Love’s nature guiding,
I will never leave your side.
To honour times never spent,
To sweet, bitter, forever lament.
28/04/2019
Categories:
teddies, baby, boy, lonely, loss,
Form: Free verse
Bitter spinsters in their nighties
Wedding rings of bright pyrites
Unrequited youthful crushes
Unwise lusts, unwanted blushes
Teddies trapped in pink balloons
And endless loops of sickly tunes
In the garden, badly hidden
Garage roses on the midden
© Gail Foster 14th February 2017
Categories:
teddies, emotions, love, lust, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with grief in longing’s throes.
The sound of stream shakes beneath their feet
in the grotto chiseled from native stone.
Niches, shelves and ledges teem, replete,
with mementos of maid, mother and crone.
Pain crusts on: salted wounds, walls and gelid moss
where teddies and barrettes dangle on bows.
Those lost appeal to Brigid, through her cross
in summer, fall, and through the winter’s snows.
A woman’s grief seeks relief at sacred stream
here all who mother come to pray and dream.
First Published in Eunoia August 19, 2015
Categories:
teddies, children, spiritual, women,
Form: Sonnet
On the opening of a one stop teddy shop in Devizes; Moonraker Bears on Sidmouth Street. The legend of the Moonrakers relates to smugglers pretending to rake the cheese of the moon from a local pond to fool customs officers in days of yore...
‘Tis the night before Sunday, the bears are awake
Excited and hungry for lunchtime and cake
They are Moonraker Bears, and quite partial to cheese
Hanging out at the Crammer and hiding in trees
The word in the cupboard, in bunk beds and chairs
Is that Gyles is coming to talk about bears
There’ll be new bears and old bears, all having a chat
Discussing the look of this coat and that hat
And the children will be there, the children are nice
Someone might buy a bear for a reasonable price
A new friend for Paddington, Winnie or Ted
Who might come home to stay on the chair or the bed
There’s a doctor for sick bears, a hospital too
And a website for bears that is totally new
About time, said the teddies, a place just for us
Where we bears can hang out without worry or fuss
We can’t wait till it opens, to go there and play
At the Moonraker Bears shop, down Sidmouth Street way
by Gail
Categories:
teddies, childhood, children, fun, nice,
Form: Rhyme
You’re Here No More
I used to lie down in a bed full of teddies’
But I know I cannot be in that bed anymore
In the middle of the night I am missing those bear hugs
Those warm cotton that used to comfort me whenever I got scared of the whistling sound from the outside
But it was long gone and I am in a queen size bed where I can only feel the coldness of the night
No more warm cotton to make me feel I’m not alone
No more whistling sound from the outside that will make me feel scared
No more reason anymore for me not to forget you
I can’t find any more reason for me not to let go
So I’ve decided to stare at my window where flowers of red and yellow blooms
And there I saw how the rays of the sun struck through those flowers
I was just surprise on how the ray of the sun makes those flowers blooms
How it affects those blooming creatures
How it reach out for us to make them witness
To witness and to realized that no matter how long the journey
At the end of that journey we will have the chance to see how beautiful and magical life has prepared for us to see
Categories:
teddies, lost love, me, night,
Form: I do not know?
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