I am entertaining myself again, and the brain has gone into poetry mode. Sadly my brain is rather useless at poetry, and thus created two rather awful poems. I am sharing them with you, firstly for your amusement, and secondly to prove and encourage you the reader, that there are people worse then you at writing rhyme.
Unnamed I wrote a poem for you dear
I hope one day you'll hear
Though you seem very far away
I know the price I'll have to pay
To have you home again some day
Honest Love
Look upon me honestly
and see what my eyes see
My smile is false
It's lies you're fed
You know my heart is dead
I tricked you into loving me
But now I'll set you free
Just don't look back
Your life's been spared
No longer are you snared
I would love to read some better attempts.
Gosh! I'm glad everything is fine! but understand the call to write about the gloomy -I used to write about graveyards! Your first poem intrigues me though.. seems like there ought to be a long story behind it - even if there isn't!
ReplyDeleteHere is some more po-tree - written by myself and Mr Bear out on a walk on the Welsh coastal path. We sat down at the monument at Carrawagsted Point where the Welsh military defended against the French Invasion and each wrote a lovely poem (at least he did - mine was of a 'lesser nature'! ;) (PS the Bearant sea is something we made up cos it sounded furry!)
Ode to the Bearant Sea (off Carrawagsted Point):
Carrawagsted bears stood paw-in-paw,
Lookouts for the French army;
Throughout their watch they munched
provisions of cake and cheese
Warding off an increasingly chill breeze;
They stood all day, they stood all night
til many said they would probably freeze
But Carrawagsted Bears knew, paw-in-paw
that together in love they would always defend
The Bearant Seas!
And Mrs Bear wrote this one:
Mrs Bear sat on a rock
A very good bear was she.
She’d walked and walked for miles and miles
To reach the Bearant Sea
But Mr Bear the naughty pie
Took her a merry old hike
Til Mrs Bear swore and crossed her eyes
and threatened him with a spike.
Mr Bear was duly tamed
and promised to be good
and so he turned for home again
and obeyed Mrs Bear like he should!
Mrs Bear was back in charge
She danced and sang a song
Now Mr Bear did as he was told
Like she had planned all along!
Tee hee!
Anonabear :)
I'm getting carried away! Here is some more awful poetry I have fished out of the archives! Poem written just after my marriage to Mr Bear!
ReplyDeleteDuties of a Husbear
When married to a Mrs Bear
a Husbear he must always care.
He must conform in many things
and be very patient when Mrs Bear sings.
If she sings in his ear at the start of the day,
he must try not to ask her to hurry away.
He must be tactful or there could be tears
if Mr Bear puts both his paws in his ears.
When Mrs Bear has a temper attack,
a Husbear is calm and he never talks back!
If Mrs Bear shouts and stamps her feet,
he feeds her with chocolate to make her sweet.
A Husbear he fetches and carries the case,
remembering to put on a happy face
when Mrs Bear tries to help and fails,
or stamps her feet and shouts and wails.
A Husbear he knows at the end of the day,
a Mrs Wife Bear should be let have her way.
Then she will smile and she never will grouse
And Mr Husbear will have peace in the house!
Those are brilliant! I read them with a big smile on my face - so cheery :)
ReplyDeleteSo lovely that bears play such a large role in your life. I think Mrs Bear certainly wears the trousers in her house. She must be a very lovely bear.
I am going to try and write a happy poem, maybe Erna my hen could help me?
Thanks for posting xx