Poem
I just care, a lot.
I can barely bear it.
Baring it all,
I feel I’m not
in my natural habitat.
I lack the wherewithal
to fight
the internal
pelting
frost.
Bearing it all,
turns me into a snowball
packed tight
and melting
slowly lost.
It can be difficult.
- I can be difficult.
In a state of tumult.
I don’t mean to
be grizzly
if my mood
is black.
When my skies
are drizzly
I brood
and crack.
I’m delicate.
I mean well
I know how to be good.
And try.
Still, that boy
from childhood
always asking ‘how?’
and ‘why?’
who watched
Care Bears
and, dreamed
in Hollywood sparkle.
© Darius the Mate 13-01-2022
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Care Bears! I can’t even. I’m still trying to grapple with the Berenstein (Bernstein?) Bears and the Mandala Effect!
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Well, wrap me in tinfoil, and call me David Icke. We are crossing between parallel universes – it has to be. In one universe exists the “Berenstain Bears”, the other, the “Berenstein”. And in both universes, the British royal family are extraterrestrial lizards.
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LMAO yes they are!
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Your poetry delights .. no matter the inspiration!!
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😃 Thats incredibly kind, thank you Helen.
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so good, Darius – I loved the Care Bears!
❤
David
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Thank you, David. I crossed paths with a picture of the Care Bears – it struck me in the heart with a bullet of nostalgia, and a hole I had to fill with a poem. 😇
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