#bears
Have you hugged your teddy today?
And show him the love that comes his way
How much you need his comforting smile
Because he will be there all the while
To cheer you up when you are down
And make you lose that worried frown
Who knows, he may be your Guardian Angel in disguise
Maybe to you that’s why he seems so very wise
Always seems to be there when he is needed
Listens intently and every word is heeded
His soft brown arms will cuddle you tight
Under the blankets all through the night
And he always has his cheeky grin
No matter what mood you may be in
However, his eyes are getting loose a bit
And his coat is threadbare and a tightly fit
He still loves you never fret
Because he is the best friend, you will ever get
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
Verse 1:
In the heart of the hive, where the bees sing their song
Lives a bear with a secret, that only honey can be strong
He's been hurt, he's been scarred, but the sweetness he adores
Makes him rise up, and ask for more
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Verse 2:
He's been through the fire, and he's been through the rain
But the honey's warmth, brings him back to life again
He's driven by the sweetness, that only honey can provide
A flavor that revives, and makes his heart collide
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Bridge:
In the golden light, of the honey's glow
He'll find his strength, and let his spirit grow
With every drop, he'll feel alive
Bears don't crawl, they'll thrive and survive
Chorus:
Bears don't crawl, they won't fall
They'll find the honey, standing tall
With a taste, they'll heal their pain
Bears don't crawl, they'll rise again
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
The Christmas bear sat on the Christmas chair, playing his Christmas Snare (drum) while tangling the drumsticks in his hair.
His drumming seemed pretty fair but he needed a cool outfit to wear!
He decided to go leave one day and take a daring dare to get a few socks in a pair.
His outfit was now so rare he ran back home to play his snare in his lair!
His new socks were now his new footwear!
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
we lived in Shangri-log
It was hollow and cozy
and safe from the fog
We built us a kitchen,
out of sticks and stuff
We built benches and shelter
and swept away the duff
We were working on the hill,
early that spring
Away from our log,
when the bear gave a ring
He raided all of our salty snacks,
and even some of our liquor stash!
And all he left was a big bear mess,
and a pile of.. I'll let you guess...
So we learned our lesson, no more storing food
We cleaned up camp and life was good
But we had to return to our toil
Spreading horse ****
amending soil
The next time we returned
to our big round squat
Something was wrong,
but we didn't know what..
We decided not to worry
and we had a party
We were lit up all night
and the sky was starry...
As the sun was coming up,
the time for sleep rolled around
But as we laid down to rest,
we heard a startling sound...
Beep! Beep! Beep! Filled the air!
And a churning of trees!
They were clearing the area,
We needed to flee!
We snatched up some things,
hid the rest in a stump
Our buddy was collapsing
his tent on the run
We got to the commune,
but no sleep would be found...
We all were uneasy about
bulldozers on ground
At the end of the day,
When the workers were gone
We dashed up the hill,
to check on our zone
Our camp was untouched,
Our things were all fine
But the brush had been cleared
all under the power lines...
And since our log was exposed, it was time to go
(I think we can take a hint, dontcha know...)
We cleaned everything up,
Tore everything down
Well almost everything,
Our old bed's still around
The years have gone by,
The brush has regrown..
It's hard not to wish we could live in our old home...
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
I am from inky cities,
From steaming street pancakes and cold noodles.
I am from lonely alleys beyond that dark turn.
(shadowy, quiet,
filled with whispers of cats wild and shabby)
I am from square, paint-dried courtyards,
A secret hideout to breathe in the murmurs of ancient trees,
Only shared with shadow thieves,
Whose yellow eyes glow and ***** tails curl.
I am from the mountain beyond the choking greyness,
From the spot atop the hills where city lights could be seen
In stealthy nights through rain and frost.
I am from candied haws and stinky bean curds,
From chalky evenings
Spent high inside a climbing gym
Wearied, exhausted, inside-out.
I am from the toxic city,
Swarming with masked humans and silenced voices.
I’m from albuterol and Ipratropium bromide,
Sick from the cupboard of budesonide;
Saved again by the sky-blue machine feeding marshmallow clouds
Into my heavy, wheezy lungs.
Upon winter, I travelled far, said farewell to the city
Where ten years of memories lie dusted, submerged.
Thus I am from the serene seal cove and clear turquoise waters,
Where maple drips sweetly and pine needles rain,
From matted red-forest trails like a padded trampoline.
From the realm of black bears, red berries, and duck-duck-goose.
I said goodbye to the Chinese cats and Canadian bears,
And seized my pen to write the rest of my poem–
Because life, as they say,
“Is the art of drawing without an eraser”
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
From heaven, fire Elijah called.
At Jezebel's word, fled he, terrified.
From duty, by heavenly chariot, removed.
On mountain top, with Moses, appeared.
Elijah, not the greatest prophet.
Nor Elisha, even doubly anointed.
But John, the greatest born of woman;
No fire nor bears, doubted and beheaded.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
for a brief moment
a nano second
I was aware
unaware of it
it's globular mess
those molecules
green, red, orange, white, blue
bursting
outwards
but pressed too tightly inwards
there was no room for their expression
they repelled
that spherical mess held together with an invisible membrane
explosive
wound up
each desiring to escape from it's counterpart
similar but vastly different
and then the bears claws
elongated
abnormal
scratching a tear down and through my very soul
the inner world met the manifest fears of the outer world
every cell, no, molecule in my body screamed
screamed
screamed
I could only help myself
I awoke
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
In a far distance land, away from humans
There you can see a great forest of beauty
A dense forest with moist green moss
And mighty trees stand proud in its green leaves
Under the warm breeze of the summer season;
If you go deeper unto the green land,
Beyond the tall trees and silence of the forest
You'll see a wondrous place a city can never offer
Because you'll see what nature's true beauty is;
There you can see diversity in animals and plants;
Somewhere into the forest, a creature can be seen
They are free to roam around in their own habitat
And as nighttime comes, they retreat to their homes
Into their own dens for shelter, protection and comfort
As they sleep and wait for the sun rises in the morning;
I honestly say they are truly a majestic creatures
Called Grizzly Bear also know as Brown Bear
They are species of mammals with interesting behavior
For they hunt and mate in the warm breeze
And hibernate in the cold winter season;
Grizzly Bear also have unique characteristics:
Because of the white tips found in their furs
Especially in the shoulders and back part,
It creates an illusion of being grizzled;
Hence the name Grizzly bear was given;
Grizzly Bears are omnivores, a plant and meat eater;
They are large, they are hunters, they can fish salmon;
They enjoy eating berries and nuts in the forest;
They are brown and huggable creatures
But don't dare hug them;
A Grizzly Mother Bears are great parents too
Like any devoted mothers, they teaches their young;
Mothers taught cubs to dig and hunt with their claws
Also how to stand up tall in their two legs!
Like how a adult Grizzly Bear living in the forest should be.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I should slap the **** out of the next man who says he loves me.
Not during *** either
A slap for pain, not pain and pleasure
Hindsight is showing me a hallway of all the men who said they loved me
Under each frame is a heart
Under each heart is a list of the fuckery they brought to the table
The fuckery I accepted
The fuckery I said was okay because I loved them too
I believe in loving unconditionally
I'm starting to feel like that means hurting freely
It's like opening my rib cage, exposing my heart and letting out all this love in the middle of a war zone
Gotta be real
I'm not a ******* Care Bear
My love stare has been known to tame the vilest of monsters
But over time, the release of my love changes nothing when they have no respect
When they are mad
When they disregard my feelings
When its over
To the next man who says, "I Love You, Candace."
I say to thee, **** You!"
Watch out for the hook
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
I thought to myself
yeah, that's gonna get badly infected
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
News from the artic,
When 3 polar bears appear
Walrus disappear
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
10 to 5, Job
Of a prediction game
Investment,
Always a half way to goal
Uncertain market
Let’s bet over Green and Red
A thin balance,
Tracking ups and downs
With a colour change,
Every complexion turns, dull or bright
A calculated ****** expression
Almost ready to express
With some losses, some gains.
Rumors airs,
A political unrest,
Sign of regressing opaque sense
Digital formulas,
Almost rests in vain
There is,
Tug of war, between
Supply and demand
A growling Bears Vs.
A grunting Bulls.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
“Hello, and welcome to the show.
My name is Captain Sin.”
As Dancers tumble to and fro,
protected by thick skin.
“Release the snare!”, the Captain yells,
gripping a chair, metal strikes bells,
The audience roars with anticipation.
And the tigers temper, is just causation.
But Captain Sin is never through.
Lacking neither whip or mood.
He swings his crop and hits it true,
confidence is what he exudes.
The tiger rears to claw his face,
But Captain Sin just seems displaced,
too quick to see or venerate,
a cause for cheers to celebrate.
Another crack across the skin,
the beast now seems subdued.
Another smack across it's chin,
the monster takes review.
The cage is closed to mournful eyes.
For those who thought of Sin's demise.
And Captain Sin, takes a final bow.
He removes his hat, to cloak his brow.
Sin shades the line of red they missed.
As music plays, the show persists.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Two bears lie on my arm.
They show my mother and me.
The love for her is permanent,
It's tattooed on my skin.
A whale sits on my foot.
It has no loving feeling.
It's a funny little story,
Impulse control got the best of me.
so now that sad whale,
is tattooed to my skin.
Little croc, he rides my shoulder
He's holding a balloon.
First piece in colour, but i need more
tattoo 3 is a permaddition to my skin.
My next piece will ride my side.
the story is a little sadder,
Traditional style in blacks and blues,
An iceberg to show my secrets.
An iceberg to show pain and sorrow,
Hidden deep below.
That tattoo inspires,
to make me wanna be better.
So I think it's a fine addition,
A new tattoo to add to my skin.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
To you to you
what I wants to say to you;
air sea sky blue
clouds fluffy as sleep
with you,
oh with you
My arms never tire
of you inside them
how do I stand the
separation when you
leave me,
when you leave me,
take yourself out of me
Hug you so close
like playdough to smoosh
my blue into your red
swirling, that is how
I smell you smell me
I didn't know this
could be so true,
this swelling, sighing
death defying love
of ours like bears
Animal, I devour you
In ankle deep icy rivers
I paw you, nuzzle you
shed your skin
lie with you naked
dangerously
I come
with you anywhere
you want to go
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
I'd brake for squirrel, don't want death upon my tires
I'd brake for a raccoon, the wily bandit, not retired
I'd brake for cats, and dogs, a pet that made it home
I'd brake for buzzards too, not denting, bumper's chrome
I brake and avoid, all kinds of beasts, no blood upon my car
I broke and got rear ended friend, avoiding a grizzly bear
I guess there is some justice, the bear, took up my revenge
tearing apart the delivery truck, on a pizza eating, binge
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
The hunter’s bullet lodges in my side
like the pin bones of salmon wedged
in the back of my throat.
My life balances on the border
between my favorite comfort foods,
and the blade of the taxidermist.
You would make me into a trophy,
gutted and cured to become an ornament,
in your seasonal hunting cabin.
Raw honeycomb, Caribou marrow,
salmon roe stuck to my tongue,
psalms of my home made flesh,
call me back into my survival
instincts for my sleeping children.
She who outruns deer & devours
strong bucks with antlers the size of sequoias
could not outrun the champion sprinter,
American made bullets.
But when you realize your rumpus
disturbed wild things, there is no time to reload.
You brought a potluck into the den
of a slumbering mother with cubs.
My teeth are agonizingly real
And my jaws are in your belly,
rooting for the lost rib of Adam.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
I was in the dorm
During a very bad storm
As I sat on my chair
I gave my friend a dare
He walked out with one final glare
Out of my window I saw two bears
With alarm I ran down the stairs
I opened the door and what I saw was not fair
Blood dripped from the bears
My friend’s father would have no heirs
I followed the bears
Back to their lairs
When they went to sleep
I would leap
When I was done there was nothing but a heap
Of bodies in the keep
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
I've harkened dark trails, nonexistent of earth. If we went across the spring or across the Snake we'd be bush whacking for sure. I had been on packed earth, trails of dirt on the daytime, not the late midnight snack of predators as I slowly moved past their game trails. Moose and black bears hovered in the willows, while my footsteps fell out beneath me, up to my knees, up to my calves, couldn't somebody have stopped this. Our spotlight blew out, but later I found out the batteries hadn't died. It was just the hold button was locked my fearless spotlight alive, like three small pots of honey, we slowly moved through the thicket, not a creature moved its digits, not even a cricket stridulated. Oddly peculiar we crept around each bush, only to find horse, bear, and cat **** the bear's so fresh I could squish it. Heavenly fodder, please lead me astray, from everything that's bigger than I, living on these back-trails. Because all I've got is my OKC should a grizzly be hot on my tail. If I bleed I know evil should find me dead or eat me for certain.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
(WHO CAN POEM SERIES 1)
-Who can tell why a Child cries?
*It's in the spun of his thoughts
In the thoughts of his mind
The mind of his soul
In the vibes that he sings
The voice of the Night
It's in the night that he fears
In the fear that he holds
The shadows he sees
It's in the cuddle he miss
The rain that he feel
The heat that he bears
And
The morrow that he threads*
*It's in the scream of the nights
In the plights of the owl
The ***** on his skin
The noise of the cars
The images he conjures
It's in the things he cannot see
In the words he cannot hear
The strangers he cannot near
It's in the reach of his heart's tears
The heart of his life
The life of his soul
And
The innocence where he dwells*
Ovi Odiete ©
All rights reserved
*THE WHO CAN SERIES 1
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
As the little minds drift off to sleep with a strife,
the unsung heroes of the night come to life.
Protection from the succubus of the eventide,
using their powers of whim with a glide.
Stitched smiles and button eyes defend the adolescents
under the shine of crescents.
While the nightmares attempt to emerge,
the guardians uphold with a surge.
Unable to pirate their minds,
they dissipate with a wind.
The unsung heroes take their win with a fain,
therefore the children of the world are safe again.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
I'm here to read and here to listen
Learning the ways of your intuition
You were here and now you're there.
It's just not something I want to bare.
Speaking of bears, yea you know I'm scared.
Love you
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC