My dad sleeps with A teddybear and i wonder why. He's a construction worker and a pretty tough guy. He's a real man because I've never seen him cry.
He takes me to my games and when the cheers go up... he's always the loudest one. I was taught that winning is cool...but it's more important to have some fun.
Just me and my dad....I really love that guy. He's my hero and my star.....he said to be successful in life....You must be true to who you are. I'm a poet/writer....but enough about me.....let's go back to my dad and his teddy.
My friend came over afterschool .....we were playing the game ....doing the things that kids do. He said I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom.
Upon his return his face had this worried look. At first he tried to pass it off as a joke....but he failed the test. It was obvious that he had something he needed to get off his chest.
On the way back downstairs I passed your father's room and I saw a disturbing sight. I swore he was clutching a teddybear and holding it tight.....I hope he didn't let the bedbugs bite. He began to laugh out loud....but i didn't find it funny. I felt violated like pooh stealing the bees honey.
I tip toed up the stairs because this mission required stealth.....if my dad is awakened this may be harmful to my health. I peeked into the room and what did i see? Two beady black eyes with A yellow hat staring right at me.
I let out a gasp due to my surprise.....why the stuffed animal? An answer was hard to surmise. I retreated to the stairs and descended the steps.....it was like the walk of shame.....I'm thinking about relocating and changing my whole name.
My friend was smiling and asked "Did you see?" steady stuffing popcorn in his face while I'm dealing with a catastrophe. A few minutes later my dad magically appears and I can only utter "Dad why?" He's looking confused as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.
The bear that you were holding in your sleep.....What's the reason for that? You are an adult and way too old for that. He paused for a few minutes to gather his thoughts. The response I recieved wasn't what i thought.
Son...although its my business what i do.....I'll explain my situation to you. Do you know what its like to sleep in your bed alone? Your mother ....(my wife) is no longer home. We used to be happy or so I thought .....
The woman I loved for so many years has broken my heart and reduced me to tears. My greatest gift from her is you. You are my inspiration and the reason I work the way I do. I loved her ....but she never loved me.
If something doesn't want to stay.....you have to set it free. Son...the bear became my form of relief .....it game me comfort and allowed me to sleep. The perfume that your mother used to wear.....she sprayed the bear with it. The fragrance reminds me of the love we used to share and......how I would tell her ....."I love you"...and gently stroked her hair.
The bear was given to me by your mother the first time we met.....as i become stronger and the hurt begins to decrease.....me and the bear will be at peace. Son....I hope you understand that I'm still a strong man....I'm just hurting and allowing God to work his plan.
I got a clear view of my father's heart and i really no longer cared.....He had all the right in the world to sleep with a teddybear.
You are my closest friend that a person like me could have.
Your smile inspires me to stop the tears from falling and smile with you.
You can hold all my darkest secrets, even the lightest ones too, because we both know you'll never tell a soul.
You keep me sane in an unsecure state of mind when I feel low enough to want to leave you.
I hold you close hoping that you'll be holding me closer until our journey together ends
Hopefully Your Closest Friend
Her brown eyes so clear
It looked like a little teddybear
So sweet and harmless
It would light up the darkness
Look in her unique eyes
And you'll see she's very wise
Her straight or curly hair
Has got me breathing for air
Smart and cute
The type that boys will pursuit
there's a fisherman down by the sea
sitting on the wharf
watching the sun sink into the western sky
a frown frames his house
he looks out the window
at his pole, gear
and especially that of his net
metaphors that weigh on him
uprooting his garden
a garden of no delight
one lonely row of forget me not
never found or realized
runs his hand over his pole
like a belt without any notches
his grip slipping into the abyss
as the last of the orange
at where the sea meets the sky
where his day slowly turns to night
somewhere out there he sees his image
in nature's mirror
at his crossroads
and some may say shallowly
he looks onto the sea one last time
and he means what he says
and throws his fishing gear in
tears welling in his eye
as he watches his teddybear sink
seemingly asking why
he answers back
there were no fish or bites
in his lonely sea
or wind at his back
his window opens wider
the sea not singing or dancing
he sees the ambient light
If one reads between the lines the poem reads like a eulogy with a
harbinger to come.
I patrol in my backyard
Cruising im my pedal car
I can see the Joker
Well, it's really a toy clown
Locked safely away in the toy shed
I am looking for Two Face
A teddybear that my dog ripped
So my Mum sewed up his face
But now he is out there, free
I must track him down
I search for him in the kitchen
There I spot the Scarecrow
It is a puppet, long and thin
I must stop in my search now
So I can tackle with my foe
I put the Scarecrow behind bars
My search continues, relentless
I see Two Face hiding in the lounge
I now creep up, slowly behind him
I pounce, the battle is long, but I win
That scarred teddybear is put away
Where he won't harm anymore toys
My Batcave awaits, up in my bedroom
I am sleepy, my eyes are feeling tired
I am Batman, even I must sleep
copyright Chris Smith 2010
This pink teddybear
Is not like all
You don't want to take
Her to the hospital
Or to a sleepover
For she has
A foul mouth
Dripping wet emotions
with defensive underwear
tripping ghetto potions
an expensive teddybear
you're a wordy birdy whiddler
of some truth I wouldn't know
and I'm a hurdy gurdy fiddler
of some sooth I shouldn't show
you alight a quiet yearning
you aflame my frozen soul
feels so right the night so burning
but I don't claim my chosen goal
in the blissless listless morning
I begin again to go
you're a kissless mistress scorning
any kin my sin will sow
and the end my friend is calling
my life petty all alone
will she tend and end my falling
or be a pretty little stone
This is my friend Pearly ... He hangs out here next to where i sleep. but he doesn't get much sun, so today ... I took him out .. He was quite delighted .. i told him of it ... but he said "only for a bit and nodded ... then he said I'm Pearly the bear I like my sleep " ... ...
The next day Pearly wasnt in his cozy spot. i didnt think much of it till i saw a deep well with a hook. i walk'd up touched the rope .. pricky fuzzies.. Pearly what have you got going on here ? i pulled him up.. " its ***** down there". .. ...... he said "Hunting .. ... . Here you are" ................ then he handed me a bow .. and said "catch me a thick buck i can dig my teeth in" (His thick arm raised up) ........................... a long pause happened then he said ....... but take its life swiftly. I can't bare the feeling of pain.... then moments later he stopped me ... actually bring me a bed of flower peddles i must return to my lifes work ..
The following morning i came in whistling with a basket of luscious velvet smelling flowers ... finding Pearly sprawled out breathing amost natural way .. quite pleasant listening to breathing man connected to his creature self .. .........Pearly hello pearly good morn ....... .. greetings ....... then he said " I'll have nothing ..... .... then i said no bakey eggies? .. he didnt move . how about a short trip look around? .... . .. no reaction............... how bout a warm bath? .. .... nothing. ..... just him there staring at nothing ........... i could sit there and watch him stare at nothing for hours .. ... i sighed oh well i catch you later .. ..
I can tell you’ve never been touched
like a hurricane doesn’t matter
like 40 below or a deep papercut between your
thumb and your index
couldn’t do any more harm
than a teddybear or marigold —
but that was
you’ve never been touched
and you’ve never touched
into the fresh dew on dawn’s grass
and you’ve never stopped
to feel your ****** like stopping to
smell the roses on a worthwhile jaunt
or the daffodils
or the lilac trees, purple and white
or to smile at a happy sunflower
like all of your little hesitancies and horrors
are of little to no caliber
you’d never go a night without at least a sip of something,
you’d never give yourself
to be yourself
in the sober light of love
you’re shy and you avoid it
but if you counted the number of empty wine & beer bottles
on your balcony,
you’d finally know
you ought to stop pouring at night
and figure out how to explore at night;
dip your fingers in gooey paint and smear every colour
on the pavement
for hours and hours
until the sun awakes
like you have the power to love
and at first, it will, like frostbite,
like papercuts all over your palms,
like cartoon cliff jumps that can never **** you,
like getting fired or evicted or rejected
because remembering something
as fierce and as merciless
is heartbreakingly overwhelming
for the fact that
and forgetting does not make you strong or shrewd
it’ll only ***** you over
and give you a blubbery beer belly and empty bottled balcony
and before me,
I’m pretty sure you thought your life was a tragedy
because drinking feels nice and *** releases hurt
but I’m just not interested in being with an alcoholic,
so it’s best we stop taking off our shirts.
and i swear i'll be your best time of your life
until somebody eclipses me in every capacity
the sunrise hasn't happened yet and there's still bridges
to burn, the oversized teddybear you got me from
the fair of those overpriced games lined up under the bright
farris wheel lights that shine with nostalgia everytime
i think about them again, crashing on your couch
and waking up in the morning to the smell of breakfast
but you have disappeared and it will be tragic, bones
hurt when you break them but you haven't broke mine yet
— The End —