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The Day’s Luxury

You came from the heath and moor,
Bringing their aromas through my open door;
They used to see each other, the heath and moor,
When school broke up, when there were no girls left.

I spoke to you about the luxury of a day
Which carried a snuggling bear, a teddy bear,
Impossible to play with all day long,
In a house of forest and fields.

I saw you wait as if spell-bound,
An unbelieving little boy,
Who cherished the land of virtues
And the acres of friendship.

poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Heath The Impersonator

Born in New York and is Italian,
gets girls like the Italian Stallion.
Now his name is Heath like the candy bar,
he is a talented impersonator with many voices thus far.
He accurately impersonates our dear friend Jim,
he wears his hat and glasses, but now Heath's thin.
Maybe in his new act Heath will add a pillow to his shirt,
Heath is good at impersonating Jim no matter what the quirks.
Heath has plans to go to the city that never sleeps,
I hope is a major act and rises above the heap.
Also Heath could make it in L.A.,
he has more talent than major acts of the day.

poem by Suzae Chevalier (10 October 2011)
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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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(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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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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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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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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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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Teddy Bear

(words & music by mann-low)
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.
I dont wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I dont wanna be a lion
cause lions aint the kind
You love enough.
Just wanna be, your 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

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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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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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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Beast Of Codden Moor

fear rides the beast of codden moor
the men are hunting the beast of
codden moor

it run, s as fast as legs will carry
it, s breath steam, s on air so crisp
it, s heart beats a tempo of it, s own
faster faster faster faster faster
you beast of codden moor

but men ride horse, s fast as wind
to catch a beast on codden moor
that falls and tumbles through the snow
upon codden moor

it raises a head of strengh and beauty
a horn of bone lies within the head
of a beast of codden moor

death comes quick as spears stab down
as swords swish as they find virgin flesh
on this beast of codden moor

poem by Graham Russell
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The Shell

O little, whisp'ring, murm'ring shell, say cans't thou tell to me
Good news of any stately ship that sails upon the sea?
I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips;
Cans't tell me tales of those who go down to the sea in ships?

What, not a word? Ah hearken, shell, I've shut the cottage door;
There's scarce a sound to drown thy voice, so silent is the moor,
A bell may tinkle far away upon its purple rise;
A bee may buz among the heath--a lavrock cleave the skies.

But if you only breathe the name I name upon my knees,
Ah, surely I should catch the word above such sounds as these.
And Grannie's needles click no more, the ball of yarn is done,
And she's asleep outside the door where shines the merry sun.

One night while Grannie slept, I dreamed he came across the moor,
And stood, so handsome, brown and tall, beside the open door:
I thought I turned to pick a rose that by the sill had blown,
(He liked a rose) and when I looked, O shell, I was alone!

Across the moor there dwells a wife; she spaed my fortune true,
And said I'd plight my troth with one who ware a jacket blue;
That morn before my Grannie woke, just when the lapwing stirred,
I sped across the misty rise and sought the old wife's word.

With her it was the milking time, and while she milk'd the goat,
I ask'd her then to spae my dream, my heart was in my throat--
But that was just because the way had been so steep and long,
And not because I had the fear that anything was wrong.

'Ye'll meet, ye'll meet,' was all she said; 'Ye'll meet when it is mirk.'
I gave her tippence that I meant for Sabbath-day and kirk;
And then I hastened back again; it seemed that never sure
The happy sun delay'd so long to gild the purple moor.

That's six months back, and every night I sit beside the door,
And while I knit I keep my gaze upon the mirky moor;
I keep old Collie by my side--he's sure to spring and bark,
When Ronald comes across the moor to meet me in the dark.

I _know_ the old wife spaed me true, for did she not fore-tell
I'd break a ring with Ronald Grey beside the Hidden Well?
It came to pass at shearing-time, before he went to sea
(We're nighbours' bairns) how _could_ she know that Ronald cared
for me.

So night by night I watch for him--by day I sing and work,
And try to never mind the latch--he's coming in the dark;
Yet as the days and weeks and months go slipping slowly thro',
I wonder if the wise old wife has spaed my fortune true!

Ah, not a word about his ship? Well, well, I'll lay thee by.
I see a heron from the marsh go sailing in the sky,
The purple moor is like a dream, a star is twinkling clear--
Perhaps the meeting that she spaed is drawing very near!

poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Teddy Bear Freak

I admit, I'm a teddy bear freak,
Some solace I'm trying to seek,
It's become an obsession,
So having done my confession,
I must still have a big childish streak.

There's something about them for sure,
That make's one collect even more,
Each one's so appealing,
Their characters revealing,
You really can't help but adore.

They come in a variety of sizes,
All dressed in their seperate guises,
From faces endearing,
To faces so cheering,
No wonder they win all the prizes.

There are some stuffed with kapok or straw,
With pellets to give them a core,
So they don't keep falling,
Which would be appalling,
If they were always toppling onto the floor.

One hundred years old is the teddy,
Named after a President called Eddy,
Roosevelt was the chap,
Who put ted's on the map,
Ever since then their fame has stayed steady.

They are now loved by all generations,
And collected by so many nations,
That all teddies you'll see
Will decidedly be
Forever receiving ovations.

My teddies I'll always have around,
To them I am permanently bound,
It's silly I know,
But, not one will go,
For a home with me will always be found.

I admit I'm a teddy bear gran,
An elderly teddy bear fan,
That's how it will stay,
I'm happy to say,
For I'll love them as long as I can.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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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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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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Mesmerized

Mesmerized.

My teddy bear
left alone in the kitchen all night,
had its eyes stolen by a cat.
The moggy is on the terrace
looks at me with friendly eyes…like.
Big, green buttons I sewed on
my teddy bear,
it sees right through me and beyond.
This frightens me,
I cuddle the moggy now.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Ode To Heath Ledger

Ode to Heath.....
a galaxy away from filming at Stadium High school
your first big break brought you to Tacoma
a long ways from Perth no doubt
what was it all about
when you weren't sleeping did you figure it out?
did you have any doubts?
you shouldn't have.......it's classic and I haven't even seen it yet
A toast to the afterlife.......wherever the galaxy spilled him
an ode to Heath Ledger
no doubt the Joker Killed Him

listen to the instrumental of this poem at
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poem by Xaviant Haze
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Perfect Gift

There's something precious children know,
Something they'll never lose,
Despite the fact that children grow,
Maturing in their views...
A Teddy Bear's a gracious friend,
A listener all the time,
A silent partner to life's end,
With patience so sublime...

A Teddy Bear won't interrupt,
Condemn or criticise,
No wonder that it's so well loved
With twinkles in its eyes...
As if it knows your little heart
Will blossom like the rose,
As if to choose the better part,
As true love overflows...

A Teddy Bear's so cuddly, too,
So snuggly and so warm,
As if its heart beats just for you,
Within its fragile form...
That's why you cuddle oh so much
And tell it all you can,
To keep it up-to-date and such,
As if it were your fan...

A Teddy Bear's a gentle soul,
So calm and so serene,
Somehow it maintains self-control,
No matter what it's seen...
If you throw tantrums, does it sigh?
It lets you speak your mind...
It waits until time passes by...
Till some new peace you find...

A Teddy Bear's a perfect gift
When Christmas comes along,
Because it gives your heart a lift,
If you let it belong...
Ask children and they'll tell you straight,
They like Winnie the Pooh!
Yet to their gracious friend, they'll state,
Dear Teddy, I love you...

Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.

poem by Denis Martindale
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