The Polar Bear
The polar bear sat by the hole he had made in the frozen ice
patiently he waited for something really tasty and nice.
A baby seal jumped through the hole to fill its lungs with air
shaking the water from its bright red sweater it sat next to the bear.
“It’s nice of you to join me young seal I’m about to have some supper.”
“How kind of you Mr Polar Bear could we begin with a cuppa? ”
“We’ll begin with a seafood delight and it’s wearing a bright red sweater.”
The seal gulped and said, “Let’s not be hasty, I know of something better.”
“Now then seal what could be better than a seal in a bright red sweater”?
“Oh, I know of a scrumptious delicacy in the sea that is so much better.”
“And I suppose this delight is just swimming around on the ocean floor? ”
“Of course not Mr Bear, it’s in a sunken ship, hiding behind a door.
It’s mouth wateringly juicier, much sweeter, larger and tender,
I’ll invite it for supper, now that’s the best offer I can render? ”
“I’m not falling for that old trick; I could end up without my supper? ”
“But Mr Bear as a guarantee, I’ll leave you with my new sweater.
It will fit you like a glove and the colour will suit you much better.”
The Polar Bear liked this idea and placed over his head the sweater.
After pulling and tugging it got stuck, so that he couldn’t see.
“Goodbye, ” shouted the seal as he escaped, “sorry I can’t stop for tea.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
The Cross—my seal at baptism—spread below
Does, by that form, into an Anchor grow.
Crosses grow Anchors ; bear, as thou shouldest do
Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too.
But He that makes our Crosses Anchors thus,
Is Christ, who there is crucified for us.
Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold ;
God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old.
The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be ;
My poison, as he feeds on dust, that's me.
And, as he rounds the earth to murder sure,
My death he is, but on the Cross, my cure.
Crucify nature then, and then implore
All grace from Him, crucified there before ;
Then all is Cross, and that Cross Anchor grown ;
This seal's a catechism, not a seal alone.
Under that little seal great gifts I send,
Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend.
And may that saint which rides in our great seal,
To you who bear his name,* great bounties deal !
poem by John Donne
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Protect The Polar Bears
Exxon Mobile, Chevron,
BP and Shell,
join together to make
Polar Bear Wildlife
a living hell.
The plan to strike,
not with a knife,
But with oil drilling,
Which starts spilling
Over The Polar Bear Wild
Preserve,
'have you heard? '
Please donate to
The Polar Bear Protection Fund,
Center for Biological Diversity
work has begun,
We need to fight to protect
The Polar Bear’s right,
To have a home on Earth,
To live and give birth.
Please visit www.biologicaldiversity.org
Don’t be like Star Trek’s borg.
Written on March 8,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Protect The Polar Bears
Exxon Mobile, Chevron,
BP and Shell,
join together to make
Polar Bear Wildlife
a living hell.
The plan to strike,
not with a knife,
But with oil drilling,
Which starts spilling
Over The Polar Bear Wild
Preserve,
'have you heard? '
Please donate to
The Polar Bear Protection Fund,
Center for Biological Diversity
work has begun,
We need to fight to protect
The Polar Bear’s right,
To have a home on Earth,
To live and give birth.
Please visit www.biologicaldiversity.org
Don’t be like Star Trek’s borg.
Written on March 8,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Birdmad Girl
This girl has got a smile
That can make me cry
This girl just burns with love
She's burning burning deep outside
Night time night time
Sets my house on fire
I'll turn into the melting man
I'll lose my life
To feel i feel desire
Oh i should feel
Like a polar bear
Like a polar bear
It's impossible
She flies outside this cage
Singing girl-mad words
I keep her dark thoughts deep inside
As black as stone
As mad as birds
Wild wild wild
And never turn away
Sends me all her love
She sends me everything
She sends me everywhere
Oh i could be
A polar bear
Oh i could be
A polar bear
But it's impossible
I try to talk
The sky goes red
I forget
So fill my head
With some of this
Some of that
Some of every word she said
Oh i should be
A polar bear
But it's imposible
song performed by by Cure
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Seal me
Seal me and seal everywhere
I do not want to move
I do not want to invite sin
I do not want to move.
Movement is life
To move is to go.
I do not want to go
I want to be sealed.
Seal me and seal everywhere.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Behold, an Eskimo Kingdom.
Eskimos live on caribou,
Fish, berries, whales and seals.
Hard biscuits and tea warm ‘em
Other than what had from nature.
What a delicacy when blended
Caribou meat, seal oil and
Artic berries with ice flakes,
‘Akutok' their creamy delight!
Snow dwellings in winter,
Tents of skins on summer,
Eskimos called both an Igloo!
Their Chief had to be skilled,
In hunting or Fishing, whom
Advises sought when needed.
Brave hunters and gatherers
By nature, moved in groups,
When seasons changed, for
Life's course for every race
Is different in many a ways!
Their bodies covered by skins
Of Polar bear, fox, seals
And Caribou kept them warm
In their Frozen kingdom!
Huskies drawn sleds to slide
Over, Kayak for single hunter
And Umiaks to carry families
Across the icy waters, were
Their conveyance natural.
Wild whales when appear
Eskimo group would hunt
With skill and might sheer,
A survival on frozen thorns!
Stories that have traversed
Generations on drum beats
Made them dance during
Winter nights for hours long.
Responsible valorous men
Gathered food for families
When women made clothes
And cooked for their men.
Fur-bearing fox and bear
Were hunted for skin, fish
And seal for flesh, in ocean,
Rivers and streams all seasons.
Sought aid of‘Shamans' to make
Spirits appear to cure when sick,
Ensure a good hunting and
To control the weather hostile.
Even in their frozen minds
Forms of art had its place,
With many available stuff
Had manifestation of skills.
A brother Eskimo grins on
Looking at his FB screen,
By the frozen Greenland or
Siberia, Alaska or Canada!
Might be in pursuit of new
Techniques for hunting,
Shaping, shearing, sailing
Still with his Sealskin boots on!
poem by Tajudeen Shah
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Chill Out
'Hey, man! ' the Polar Bear began,
'Chill out! Lie down a spell...
The Universe has got a plan,
A secret it can tell...
So take your time, pin back your ears
And listen now with me...
Yeah... Cast away your morbid fears,
The years of misery...'
'Hey, man! ' the Polar Bear went on,
'Why don't you lose that frown?
Yeah, worry is the Devil's con!
Why look the sad old clown?
Life's good sometimes, it makes us smile,
Life's OK now and then...
Wrinkles don't suit that great profile!
Like me, count up to ten...'
'Hey, man! ' the Polar Bear summed up,
'Get comfy! Sheesh, relax!
Yeah! Be glad with a half-filled cup!
Let others break their backs...'
So I laid down and went to sleep...
Next to the Polar Bear...
Till I heard the alarm clock 'BEEP! '
'Cos sadly, life's not fair!
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Chill Out'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Noah Ark
polar bear fishing greedily
samoyed strutting feebily
clidesdale comes in fifth
dragon a thing of myth
dolphin swimming in a sea so blue
frog's tongue sticky as glue
elephant with really big toes
baby polar bear playing in the snow
pinto running through the grass just right
black cat stalking through the night
baby frog bouncing around
horse being rode through town
hedgehog oh so spikey
cocker spainiel all in mighty
poem by Trishy Emokid
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Bearly a Cereal Killer
The killing fields,
not in Cambodia during the Kymar Rouge Regime,
Not in slaughter house five by Vonnegut,
But an animal that tended to have animal instincts,
appalling isn’t it?
The bear, who is bi-polar,
--no scratch that, single polar,
For the Antarctic continent lacks bears but is for the birds,
Knut, was cute, his diet, seafood he had to taste,
For awhile, but he began maliciously killing carp,
All the possible Gelfite Fish gone to waste.
Knut, the once-cute celebrity polar bear turned vicious killer, is at the center of a controversy over his brutal slaughter of ten carp at the Berlin Zoo. The massive polar bear, who has lived at the zoo since birth, apparently fished the carp out of the moat surrounding him and ripped them to shreds in front of several disgusted zoo patrons.
DE-DE-DE, you wonder if people know about nature.
Life is not orderly and cute,
such as especially Germans can attest to this,
From the chancellors and barons,
'There is speculation that hand-reared Knut killed the carp just for fun.' One German newspaper reported that Knut 'senselessly murdered the carp' before leaving their remains.
I find a paradox that so many were sickened at the thought of many carps being put down by a polar bears,
Yet not more than two generations has passed since millions were slaughtered, but no one knew or were following orders.
(4-13-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Seventeen Words
No more the picturebook Eskimo,
the modern Inuit have central heating,
snowmobiles, welfare; they do not need
to fashion harpoons from bone, wait all day
for seal to come to ice hole, drag the body
to a home they have built from snow.
Once they lived with cold
and the creatures of the cold,
fish, seal, and white bear, familiar
if not friends, the snow itself
almost alive in its moods and movements,
falling as flakes, powder, clumps,
floating, flying, dazzling, stinging,
covering, drifting, compacting to ice.
Snow informed their lives;
one word was not enough.
Our life from infancy to grave
is shaped by love, comforting, calming,
thrilling, unsettling, dazzling, stinging,
covering, drifting, compacting to....
Seventeen words for snow,
How many ways to say I love you?
poem by Paul Hansford
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Polar Prince
The polar bear was not too pleased
That it was freezing cold...
And that it hardly ever eased
The second it took hold...
It seemed he lived his whole life long
With ice beneath his feet,
Which makes him think, 'This is so wrong! '
And 'Who stole all the heat? '
Complaining never changes things...
His teeth just shivered more
And polar bears have not got wings
To find some sunny shore...
And so the polar prince stayed there,
His paw prints on the ice...
The cold he simply had to bare,
Just like the other guys...
Poor soul, I sympathise, of course,
No electricity,
No coal, no gas and God ignores,
Like it was meant to be...
'Why me! ? ' The polar bear exclaimed!
'I'm f.f.f.freezing every day!
Sometimes I think that I've been framed! '
He could be right! Oi, vay...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent FRAMED painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Polar Prince'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Polar Bear Thanks Me
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
So please read 'Protect The Polar' bears
and 'Let The Polar Bears Live'
they will be thankful that you did.
Please go to www.oceana.org today
and donate to saving wildlife of the planet
before there is no more for us to pray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Fury Of God's Good-bye
One day He
tipped His top hat
and walked
out of the room,
ending the argument.
He stomped off
saying:
'I don't give guarantees'.
I was left
quite alone
using up the darkness.
I rolled up
my sweater,
up into a ball,
and took it
to bed with me,
a kind of stand-in
for God,
what washerwoman
who walks out
when you're clean
but not ironed.
When I woke up
the sweater
had turned to
bricks of gold.
I'd won the world
but like a
forsaken explorer,
I'd lost
my map.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Early Bought
Early bought sweater
Pink wool, she has just bought her sweater
Sitting in the waiting room, I can't help but notice
The tag hanging out,
Most probably tickeling her neck
How does she not notice?
Not remember to gently cut it off
Careful not to rip the very fibers that cover her body,
How does she forget that in public, she ignorently shows
The store at which she shops?
This early bought, pink wool, sweater
Now keeps her warm in the waiting room.
poem by Daisymilk Riverflower
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Youll Think Of Me
I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone elses arms
Ive been tryin my best to get along
But thats ok
Theres nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I dont needem
Take your space and take your reasons
But youll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact Ill feel a whole lot better
But youll think of me, youll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess Im feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I dont needem
Take your space and take your reasons
But youll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact Ill feel a whole lot better
But youll think of me
Someday Im gonna run across your mind
Dont worry, Ill be fine
Im gonna be alright
While youre sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
Ill be over you
And on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I dont needem
And take your cat and leave my sweater
cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact Ill feel a whole lot better
But youll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I dont needem
Take your space and all your reasons
But youll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact Ill feel a whole lot better
But youll think of me, youll think of me, yeah
And youre gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday
song performed by by Keith Urban
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Save The Polar Bears
Ice caps melting every day
we need to help Polar Bears
We need to Save…
Save Polar Bears by helping
putting them in a better place
Even zoos to save their fate.
Russia also is a good place…
Save the Polar Bears for
we the 'human race'
are the one's responsible for their fate.
Prayer for the Polar bears before it's too late-
See them being able to migrate.
Go to www.polarbearsinternational.org-
please donate now this we can't ignore.
Adopt a Polar bear on this site-
your contribution is well worth it
to help their plight.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Thank You From Polar Bears
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Only for you
I can bear any insult
I can bear any misdeed
I can bear any oppression
I can bear the wounds of love or
Those of hatred
I can bear everything
But only for you God
Only for you.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Polar Bears Thanks Me
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
So please read 'Protect The Polar' bears
and 'Let The Polar Bears Live'
they will be thankful that you did.
Please go to www.oceana.org today
and donate to saving wildlife of the planet
before there is no more for us to pray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me ever to adore thee,
May I still thine goodness prove
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Never let me wander from thee
Never leave thee God I love
Here's my heart, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
Never let me wander from thee
Never leave thee, God I love
Here's my heart, take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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