Charity Shop Bear
The bear in the charity shop looked so lost,
So I asked the lady there, how much he cost.
She told me three pounds and that was fine,
As bought new, he would’ve cost at least nine.
When I spotted him sitting there on the shelf,
I knew I just had to have him for myself.
I just couldn’t have left him sitting there,
As he really was the most gorgeous bear.
He had obviously been very well cared for.
He had light cream coloured velveteen paws.
His plush fur was the colour of milk chocolate.
Who knows what would have been his final fate?
He had fully jointed legs and arms,
And he radiated oodles of charm.
He also had a fully jointed head.
He really was a very special Ted.
His fur wasn’t matted and was really very soft.
I picked him from the shelf and held him aloft.
He was about sixteen inches tall in height,
And his brown beady eyes shone bright.
He was in absolutely immaculate condition.
To give him a brand new home, was my mission.
He was an extraordinary bear, who was like no other,
And now he was very happy, as he had a new mother.
The lady put him in a bag, feet first, so as he could ‘breathe.’
That a teddy bear is alive, I think we like to secretly believe.
And so, together, we began our journey to his new home,
With a promise from me, that no more would he ever roam.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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One-Eyed Bear
In the stock room, at the charity shop, I saw a teddy bear,
Sat, looking very forlorn and I wondered why he was there.
His fur was very plush, and, unusually, in colour, he was plum,
But, he sat there looking extremely lonely and really rather glum.
He had quite deep set eyes,
And, at first, I didn’t realise.
Only one eye shone, as it caught the light;
The poor teddy bear only had half of its sight.
His remaining eye was as black as coal,
But on the other side, there was now a hole.
I knew he needed an owner just like me,
And I was very kindly given him for free.
In looks, he was really very appealing and ever so soft.
It’s a shame to think that he was someone else’s cast-off
So, now it’s my mission to get him a new eye;
To restore his full sight, I’m now going to try.
He may look slightly different to the others,
But he needs someone to help him to recover.
I couldn’t just leave him there on his own to rot.
Other bears would have got sold and he would not.
He would have been stuck in a bag and thrown away,
But, now with me, in my house, he has come to stay.
At present, his fate is still pending,
But I can foresee a happy ending.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Susan - teddy bear
When I spotted her in the charity shop,
I instantly fell in love, and had to stop.
I saw this cute and cuddly teddy bear
Sat there, all on her own, upon a chair.
I did do my very best, to try and resist,
But she was just too good to be missed.
She has such soft, honey coloured fur.
I couldn't help myself from loving her.
She has a cute copper coloured nose.
Around her neck, is a ribbon of rose.
She is blessed with bright, beady eyes.
Each night, in bed, with me, she now lies.
I hold her in my arms, and squeeze her tight,
And hold her soft paw, all through the night.
She was a real bargain, at just over two pounds.
My new furry friend, I feel glad to have found.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Gullible, The Bear
A Dachshund who was long of hair
met in the forest an old bear.
The bear was sitting on a log
and held in his huge paws a frog.
The hound adored all frogs and toads
and always scanned the fields and roads
for something green that blended in,
it gave him a contented grin.
'What did you have in mind, Big Bear? '
Hound asked, his voice now full of flair.
'Frog legs', the bear said, 'are for me,
my snack to have with the green tea.'
'How could you eat the spark of life? !
He may have children and a wife!
Do you not know, you big bad mug
that I could make from you a rug? '
He spoke, as Dachshunds are so prone
as if the subject were a bone,
then showed his teeth, let out a growl
which then alerted Mrs. Owl.
'Oh, yes', said Mrs.Owl, 'it's true,
a hound can really finish you.
So let the frog go home I say,
that way, your hide will be okay! '
The bear looked at the frog and then
down to the dog and counted ten.
He did not need a bad surprise
and knew that owls are very wise.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A Teddy Bear Is Forever
There’s a spot in the garden of childhood,
That children and adults can share;
A place in the heart and memory,
For one’s very own stuffed teddy bear.
Now, a little girl’s dolls will get broken,
And a little boy’s kites fly away,
But a soft, cuddly teddy’s forever,
When we’ve gotten too grownup to play.
And a young lady’s dreams may be dampened,
And a man sees his plans go astray,
But a teddy bear kept from our childhood,
Through life’s troubles will faithfully stay.
For whether it’s kept in a bookcase,
Or lying on top of one’s bed,
A teddy bear waits for it’s owner,
With eyes wide awake in it’s head.
And if all the world’s children were given,
The gift of a soft teddy bear,
We should see their glad faces,
Reflecting love and goodwill everywhere.
© S.E.S
poem by Sara Stowell
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The Golden Teddy Bear
The golden teddy bear
sits upon the shelf
and waits for his child to come home
For then he can comfort
and love his child
forever and ever
On a dark night
or a dream fright
he comforts his child forever
The golden teddy bear
sits upon the shelf
and waits for his child to come home
poem by Emily Heath
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Teddy Bears
Up to the age of four years old
Edmund was called ‘Little Ted’,
but the day after his fifth birthday
he was called something else instead.
For his birthday he was bought a teddy bear
and of course that night he took it to bed.
The very next morning he told his mummy
the bear was to be called ‘Little Ted’.
Two ‘Little Ted’s’ would be confusing, said mum
so you ought to change your name.
Because you’re bigger we’ll call you ‘Big Ted’
and then your names won’t be the same.
‘Big Ted’ and ‘Little Ted’ became great friends,
and went everywhere together,
upstairs and downstairs, indoors and out,
and in all kinds of weather.
One day ‘Big Ted’ and his mother went shopping,
and he saw an even bigger teddy bear.
He whispered to his mother, “Don’t you think
‘Little Ted’ is looking worse for wear? ”
She knew what he was getting at and said,
“You can’t replace ‘Little Ted’ just because he’s worn, ”
and he said, “I don’t want to replace ‘Little Ted’,
but another teddy would help to keep him warm.”
“By what name would it be known? ” she asked.
“Well, it’s only right that he should be ‘Big Ted’,
and then everyone will call me Edmund,
which is what I prefer to be called instead.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Lost Teddy
Once there was a little child who loved her teddy bear
She always has her teddy bear near her.
Her teddy bear keeps her happy when she’s asleep
The little child was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
When a little fairy came in and took the little child’s teddy away
To a far away castle that no one knows about it
When the little child had finished doing her teeth, she notice her teddy was missing
She looked everywhere for the teddy
She was crying when she went to her mommy
The little fairy putted the little child’s teddy back on her bed
The little child went up to her bedroom thinking that her teddy was lost forever
But when she got to her bedroom, she saw her teddy lying at the end of the bed
She was so happy that she slept very well.
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Mother's Instinct Is Something Unique
In the forest lived a mother bear,
Caring for her baby brought her happiness,
All day long she cuddled and nurtured him,
Rolling, turning and playing with him with her paws.
He was so joyful near his mamma,
He played with her all day, not letting her rest,
When he was feeding, having her milk,
He would growl at her, want more and more again.
There was a strong connection between mother and baby,
They both lived in peace and harmony,
She only needed to look at her baby,
And knew every need that he had.
Crossing that forest was a road,
One day the baby bear playfully escaped from his den,
He ran away to chase some buterflies,
Not aware of the danger of the road.
While following butterflies and playing,
He jumped in front of a car that was speeding past,
The driver couldn't avoid hitting him, in the seconds that passed,
The car hit him so hard, to death.
The driver was sad for what had happened,
He felt so lost and devastated,
The thought that baby bear's mamma couldn't say good bye to her baby,
Left him sick with her pain.
When mamma bear showed up there, she picked him up,
Started to roll him, trying to make him react,
But very soon she realized the cruel reality,
That her baby was no longer alive.
She cuddled and held him in her paws,
And with despair growled at him,
She raise her head towards the sky,
And growled even louder with her grief.
She started running through the forest,
Scratching any trees that she could,
She scratched vigorously and continued to growl,
Till many trees has no more rind.
She began digging a hole in ground,
Finally to bury her baby into it,
She coated him with soil,
And then sat there looking helplessly at his grave.
Any mother's instinct is something unique,
The love of a mother towards her child, is a blessing from God indeed,
If a mamma bear can cry out with grief at losing her baby,
Why can't women from our world to do the same?
----
(inspired by a true story)
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The Bear and the Hare
The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.
But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.
This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.
The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.
Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.
To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.
Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.
poem by Ben Gieske
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Me & My Teddy Bear
Me and my teddy bear
Oh me and my teddy bear
We got no hair, but we dont care
Me and my teddy bear
We love to play and play
cause they take all the pain away
They take all the pain away
Like a bird of prey who got nothin to say
cause they take all the pain away
Yes they take all the pain from my head
Yes they take all the pain from my head
Two hands, two feet
Im happy and sweet
They take all the pain from my head.
Oh me and my teddy bear
We got no hair, but we dont care
Me and my teddy bear
We love to play and play
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Teddy Bear Christmas
All the teddy bears love the snow,
They are always ready with their sleds to go.
I love their spirit of adventure and play,
All their joy and love for boys and girls comes with a teddy bear hug.
Traveling to visit their friends,
The snow is coming down, it's almost Christmas Day.
I know they celebrate the holiday,
That is the teddy bear way.
Somewhere in the pines,
The Teddy Bear Christmas tree is all aglow,
Bright lights calling them to dance and sing.
It is a pretty sight to see.
They eat the candies and cakes,
Open Christmas presents they made.
Play games and sing,
Teddy Bear Christmas bells ring,
Bless all the teddy bears everywhere,
Teddy Bear Christmas is finally here.
poem by Darby Diana
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Teddy Bear
O Teddy Bear! with your head awry
And your comical twisted smile,
You rub your eyes -- do you wonder why
You've slept such a long, long while?
As you lay so still in the cupboard dim,
And you heard on the roof the rain,
Were you thinking . . . what has become of him?
And when will he play again?
Do you sometimes long for a chubby hand,
And a voice so sweetly shrill?
O Teddy Bear! don't you understand
Why the house is awf'ly still?
You sit with your muzzle propped on your paws,
And your whimsical face askew.
Don't wait, don't wait for your friend . . . because
He's sleeping and dreaming too.
Aye, sleeping long. . . . You remember how
He stabbed our hearts with his cries?
And oh, the dew of pain on his brow,
And the deeps of pain in his eyes!
And, Teddy Bear! you remember, too,
As he sighed and sank to his rest,
How all of a sudden he smiled to you,
And he clutched you close to his breast.
I'll put you away, little Teddy Bear,
In the cupboard far from my sight;
Maybe he'll come and he'll kiss you there,
A wee white ghost in the night.
But me, I'll live with my love and pain
A weariful lifetime through;
And my Hope: will I see him again, again?
Ah, God! If I only knew!
poem by Robert William Service
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Teddy Bear, Cats, Dogs, Tigers
Teddy bear makes you happy.
You can sleep with teddy bear.
A teddy bear is soft
And cuddly and nice and
Furry and you need him when
Your sad then you can hug him.
I want a tiger
I wish I had a tiger
Oh look a tiger
Dogs our very cute
My puppy has a big headDogs are not friends with cats
Furry feline role
They love to play with balls of string
My cat likes to play.
poem by Tayla Fankhauser
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The White Teddy Bear
I looked for a Valentine gift
To enhance my girls' belief
A gift is not only for fun
But it is also good for their long run
I found a white teddy bear
Wearing a pink heart in front
This white teddy bear
Loves all beings as she swears
There is no war
In her pink heart
There is a great love
She'd like to show
To her grandfathers
And her grandmothers
To her daddy
And her mommy
This white teddy bear
Is happy to share
The things she has
With all her grace
To her little sister
...Then all my daughters
Became the love givers
Just like the white teddy bear
To take a pink heart to wear.
poem by Duong Tam Quoc
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Me and Teddy Bears - The Truth' (Exclusive)
I’ve never owned a teddy bear (aw…)
my parents read the child-rearing bibles
of the time, maybe that’s what it was
but I’m not pleading deprivation or
mental abuse; into my life
came Rex the lion cub
we loved each other from the moment
I set eyes on him. We were about
the same age, that was taken for granted,
since he was my best friend and
of course, since I can’t compare
lion cubs with teddy bears since
I couldn’t at the time, I’m guessing
what the pros and cons might be:
Rex wasn’t someone you could easily
prop up on the pillow at the bed-head
and talk to – he didn’t do talking-to
since he had an existence independent of me
but on the other hand
he loved to be rolled around with
with his prickly whiskers
and good nature, with the reassurance
that he was a lion, small but already
with very practical paws and would
protect me if required; his eyes were always ready for fun yet
very much set on what was ahead.
I think lion cubs are a fair match for teddies
but I would say that wouldn’t I
there was probably a difficult time
when I fell in love with Pooh Bear
for life
but I’ve blocked that out
and my parents (child-rearing books again)
were very clever at removing toys at
the ‘right’ moment to enable their child
to grow up. Well that failed.
But Rex did prepare me
psychologically for
that first puppy who
welcomed me unhesitatingly
into his life
but just recently, to celebrate
my second childhood
I’ve taken to wondering if
it’s not too late to acquire
a teddy bear
but no taking the first one offered thanks:
I’ve become a bit of a connoisseur
rather like signing up with
a marriage bureau: OK but
there may be better
around the corner...
I wander discreetly (‘It’s for my niece…’)
round department stores
with all their vulgar rubbish,
charity shops with their loved, furry balding spotted
survivors hoping for
a second happy marriage
or happier
looking carefully at their expressions
full-face, side view
(Good God, are their manufacturers aware
of the diff’rence ‘twixt bear and bear?)
wondering if it’s The One
please keep this to yourself ‘cos
I don’t want my friends fixing me up
with some merry widow(er) of a bear
just because they’re sorry for the old git
I’ll take my time thanks
since I’d like to think
my previous partners will approve my choice
after all it’s for life and
we older and wiser ones have
so much to offer
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dying momments
And finally you are here
My silent dim sunset
The journey of so many a year
Looking back a distance great
But I cannot see clear
Those early days of joys and fret
Heavy bags of school to bear
And a homework to rush and get
Jubilant days as a youngster
Some ideals then I did forget
A growing sense of responsibility to bear
Wedlock and a kid beget
Yet I have done my bit fair
Running through with the tide of Fate
Sitting with my conscience clear
Ups and downs I had to get
But then a firefly does linger
Glimpse of a thought to torment
Could I have done better?
Standing on the plank now too late
Waiting for the final push to bear
And me myself disintegrate
Oh! Finally you are here
My silent dim sunset
Life’s clock ticking somewhere
Waiting for its own fate
My lips chuckle while eyes water
I’m going home though late
By
“The”
[Dr Avinash Dal]
poem by Dr Avinash Dal
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(Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear
Oh baby let me be, your lovin' teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck, and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be (oh let him be)
Your teddy bear
I don't wanna be your tiger
'Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be your lion
'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough
I just wanna be, your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be (oh let him be)
Your teddy bear
Baby let me be, around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair
And cuddle me real tight
Oh let me be (oh let him be)
Your teddy bear
I don't wanna be your tiger
'Cause tigers play too rough
I don't wanna be your lion
'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enou-ou-ou-ough
Just wanna be, your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be (oh let him be) your teddy bear
Oh let me be (oh let him be) your teddy bear...
I just wanna be your teddy bear (ooh...)
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Teddy Bear
(dusty's live cover of the old elvis tune.)
(some of the lyrics are not listed)
California
Baby let me be
Your lovin?teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck
And lead me anywhere
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear
Baby let me be
Around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair
And cuddle me real tight
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear
I don't want to be a tiger
Cause tigers play to rough
I don't want to be a lion
cause lions ain't the kind
You love enough
I don't want to be a tiger
Cause tigers play to rough
I don't want to be a rhino
Cause rhino's horn to gruff
I don't want to be a cheetah
Cause cheetahs scratch your stuff
I don't want be a lion
Cause lion's ain't the kind
You love enough
Oh now baby let me be
Around your cage tonight
Wrap your lock around my key
And turn it round just right
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear
Oh let me be
Hay hi ho teddy bear
Oh teddy bear
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
song performed by by New Order
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Sorrow
I walked into the park and saw a young man sitting by a flower bed
I asked him why he looked so miserable and this is what he said,
“Sixty years ago I fell in love with a beautiful girl and now she has to die
I knew her time would come one day, but the years have just flashed by.
I knew that it was wrong to love her, but my heart ruled over my head.
I was there when she was born at home and I stood by her mother’s bed.
As the years passed I watched over her, and proposed when she was sixteen.
She was so young and beautiful then, and everyday we lived a dream.
She didn’t know that I was different and I just couldn’t bear to tell her so,
but she had suspicions as her hair greyed, and my age didn’t show.
And now my heart is breaking because I want to die and be with my wife,
without her my life isn’t worth living, and I no longer want this life.
For sixty years life has been wonderful for me and my only true love,
but soon I must take her up and leave her in the heavens above.
I don’t know how I’m going to take the woman I adore from my side.
I’m sorry for sharing my sorrow with you, ” and as he left he cried.
poem by Orlando Belo
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