Each month, write a new collection.
A new guest at the Fish & Game InnHe didn't want to forageHe wasn't gonna fishHe didn't want to digThat was not his wishHe wandered down the mountainHe traveled far and wideHe wandered into downtownWithout hitching a rideThe people started cryingThe people were afraidThe people started callingThe bear would not be swayedThey had to come and get himThey had to move the beastThey had to come remove himTo say the very leastThey kept him in a red cageThey held him for a dayThey kept him safe from dangerThen moved him far awayI wonder what he's doingWhere he is and where he's beenI wonder if that bear remembersHis night at the Fish & Game Inn
I love the structure that you've set up for this poem. Really strong and interesting!!
Beyond Dreams He told me a story he could not have made upThis kind of tale seemed to real to be beyond dreams of imaginationMy friend told me he had a bear encounter when he was with a friend Going fishing with a ferocious bear. The black bear happened along their trail with her two cubs. After he saw the cubs he knew the mother couldn't be far away, and as it happened, he was right. The mother was coming after him only after he realizing he was between the mother and her cubs. It was arun for his life while the bear had charged him,, and he ran into a rusted out carI had a hard time believing the story until he told me how he got away. He had to think fast and went into the car which was flipped over and had a large trunk for that model of car which he then climbed back into and was in the furthest corner of the back of the car. The bear didn't stop there and was reaching as far as it could swipe, coming inches away from his face with the claws of the mad bear. I thought could this be real? Then, he told me he would never want to be seeing another bear again. And then, I said the bear could snap your head off with one hit from its paw like snapping a stick, breaking your neck. I guess one close encounter is one too many, and his story, made me think he might be telling me the truth. Something that unbelievable has to be true. The fact something like that could not be made up being beyond imagination.
Something that unbelievable must be true! Classic line and observation! Good poem too!
I’ve always loved Los Angeles. I was born in downtown LA. My first job was in downtown LA just a few blocks from where I was born, I worked in the same building as my Mom, and when she worked late I would walk to the mall at the twin towers to go to the book store. I love the walk.“Hey, what are you doing here in LA?” The Momma bear with her three bears is in my way. I’ll have to walk around the block to get to the bookstore.I used to take the Blue Line to downtown LA, then take a bus on Wilshire when I went to computer school in the 90s. I remember taking the long escalator up to the street.Oh no, Momma bear is on the stairs swiping at the escalator passengers, as her cubs roll around on the stairs. I’ll take the elevator.I took the Blue Line again when I was going to a bar in LA on the 20th anniversary of Charles Bukowski's death. It was a long walk on LA Streets.Yikes, there’s Momma bear again. I guess this time she needs a bear hug.
That's great man. I love the fantasy of it!
I wanted to put the bear in the city. I enjoyed mixing fantasy with reality.
Bears eat berries bearing the sour taste .