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Poetic T Nov 2014
I'm the grouchy bear
Waking isn't my style
One eye
Two eye,
Open
Closed,
Hear me roar,
"AAAAHhhhrrrrr"
My lips do smack together,
My morning breath peals the
Wallpaper from the walls,
I cuddle up again all is as before,
One eye
Two eye,
Closed,
Open
Then locked tight once more,
I nod off, nice and warm,
Till my ears pick up noise,
Coming within the door
"Cold fingers"
1,
2,
3,
4,
Planted on my back, as I jump
With a chill,
Giggles all around
Except the rudely awoken
"ME"
I roar once again, as little feet
Swiftly leave the room,
Feet upon the floor
Arms
Palms
Fingers
Reach up connecting as I let out a
"AAAHHHhhrrrrr"
"Yawn"
Under arm scratch
Head scratch some more,
"I am the Grouchy bear"
"I like hibernating in my bed"
Dare to wake me and hear my
Growl, AHHHHhhrrrrr...
"Ten more minutes cubs"
As they giggle out the door...
Kimarie Teter Oct 2014
we will know them by their fruit
when it comes
we will know our places
we will hear the bells ringing
we will adore those who waited
we will praise those who carved the path
those who cut the rocks and sheared the lines
those who walked the path and stirred from beyond
we will ignite the lantern
the path will be lit
we will
we will
we will
from our loudest cloud cloaked hilltops
the mountains will sweat
the elders will growl
the lights will be bright
we will
we will
we will
poetic justice prevails
the thunder will reign
the elements will represent
the justices will hammer
the voices will be claimed
the fabric of a trillion stars echoing their light from beyond
we wish and we will
sing the song of mercy
the great spirit abides
thy will be done
on earth as it is within
as i plow thru the blockades to shine the light of a new day
we reach and we swing through the chambers of exsistance towards a forever aeon <3

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