Eddie Little Bear's Poetry
Corner
As I said, Eddie Little Bear is a poet. But,
for reasons too personal to go into here, I sign all of my poetry
with the pseudonym of "CC". You are free to guess, but I doubt that
you will ever figure it out.
As is typical of many poets, most of my poetry
is born of pain, either my own or the shared pain of a friend. For
you see, when the world is bright and beautiful, one doesn't need to
find the solace that only quill and parchment can provide.
Here is but a small sampling of my poetry. I
hope you enjoy them. Oh and, just for the record, these poems are
protected under the Copyright laws of The United States (as is all of
the original writing that you will find on this Website).
Index:
A Flower of Spring
She came into my life,
like a flower of spring.
An auburn haired imp,
with dark and mysterious eyes.
Her smile lights up the sky,
like a thousand twinkling stars.
And a laugh so light and free,
it's the song of a morning dove.
But, like a flower of spring,
I fear she will too soon be
gone.
Even though I will have my
memories,
I shall miss having her near.
The warm, soft touch of her
hand,
and the blush upon her cheek.
To make her laugh when I can,
to cry with her when I cannot.
And although we are not lovers,
I feel as close as if we were.
For we have shared the intimacies of
hopes,
and of dreams that lovers sometimes
share.
Had we met at another time,
perhaps,
we may not have been so chaste and
pure.
But I will always remember my flower of
spring,
with warmth and friendship . . . and
love.
for Millie
by CC
Copyright 2/90
Winter Fire
The winter's wind blows cold
tonight,
the summer's sun long gone.
Somewhere a fire warms the
night,
while candles warm the heart.
A candle burns bright in a
window,
to call her warrior home.
The children sleep upon their
beds,
while his lady waits alone.
On through the cold, forbidding
night,
on through the darkening gloom.
To where my love does wait for
me,
with heart and hearth and home.
The winter's wind blows cold
tonight,
the summer's sun long gone.
But here a fire warms the night
and candles warm their hearts.
For Sarah
by CC
Copyright 3/92
Angel
She had the face of an angel
and the carriage of a high born
lady
The curly top childhood
sweetheart
and the shy smile of a little
girl
But the beguiling glint in her
eyes
and her captivating little
giggle
betrayed the thoughts of a woman full
grown
Her family thought her sweet and
innocent
Her friends thought her crafty and
cunning
But I thought her young and
inexperienced
in the treacherous ways of the
world
Although she may have sampled
some of the sinful pleasures of
life
she was still but a lamb amid the
wolves
Some would try to protect her
innocence
Some would try to shield her
mind
But I would like to teach her to
protect herself
And teach her to shield her
heart
She had the face of an angel
the smile of a child
and the eyes of a woman grown
by CC
Copyright 3/94
The Dark Side
Your life, you say, is boring
and all the thrill is faded
You're looking to the Dark Side
because you're feeling jaded
Your family waits and wonders
where you'll go tonight
You're headed for the Dark Side
They hope you'll be alright
Home and love and family
can't make your blood run wild
But something on the Dark Side
should feed your "inner child"
You say it's just for kicks
you say it's only play
But the demons of the Dark Side
will try and make you stay
Not to worry, you smile and say
the demons won't get you
But trapped upon the Dark Side
are many who thought so, too
by CC
Copyright 10/94
Uncertainty
Uncertainty, it's in us all
Uncertainty, it makes us crawl
Uncertainty, it fogs our brains
Uncertainty, it hurts us all
It trembles brave men's heart
When it whispers "Is your Lover
true?"
It clouds strong women's minds
When it whispers "Is this all to
life?"
It will never go away
It will haunt you everyday
If you let it
If you listen to it
Sometimes it comes
disguised as a friend
with words of comfort
hiding it's bitter taste
Sometimes it comes
on a lonely night
disguising it's corruption
in an erotic fantasy
It will never go away
It will haunt you everyday
If you let it
If you listen to it
Uncertainty fills our lives
with a lot of "What ifs?"
and it won't let us enjoy
all of our "What is!"
Tomorrow's dreams
are tough enough
Don't let Uncertainty
destroy all of your today's
It will never go away
It will haunt you everyday
If you let it
If you listen to it
by CC
Copyright 10/94
Will O' the Wisp
It was there again tonight
But no one else ever seemed to see
it
It had been around more often
lately
And it seemed harder to resist
Why couldn't anyone else feel it
Sometimes she chased it around the
lawn
A few times she'd followed it into the
neighbors yards
And once, late at night, while everyone
was asleep
She'd snuck out and chased it all the
way to the edge of the wood
But her courage failed her and she
quickly went back home
Once she'd told her Father about
it
But he just laughed and tousled her
hair
"It's a Will O' the Wisp" he'd said
"Pay it no mind."
She told her Mother, but she just
nodded as she went about her chores
No one understood that it called to her
while she was alone at night
Then one night it came again, stronger
than ever before
"Tonight!" she said "Tonight will be
the night!"
She'd follow that Will O' the Wisp, no
matter where it led
And then she would find out where it
lived
And then she would find out why it
called
She waited till the house was quiet and
all were fast asleep
Then she snuck out into the yard and
waited in the dark
She knew it would be here tonight, she
could already feel it's call
And then it appeared there in the yard,
much brighter than before
So she followed it down the lane and
into the deepening night
It led her out, down to the wood, just
as it did before
And there she stopped, this little
girl, and shivered in the night
She turned her head back up the lane,
back towards her home and bed
Her Fathers kiss. her Mothers arms, and
the baby's funny face
But the Wisp grew strong and called to
her and pushed away her thoughts
Deep into the woods she followed it,
always just out of reach
As it's light grew brighter, it's call
stronger, she soon began to run
Though branches scratched her face and
brambles tore her skin
Faster she went, into the confusion,
she couldn't stop herself
She had to catch the Will O' the Wisp,
no matter what the cost
Then suddenly the Wisp came to rest and
she reached out with glee
But as she touched it, the ground below
her feet gave way
And the Will O' the Wisp moved out of
reach as she sank into the bog
The little girl screamed out for help,
but there was no one left to hear
Except the Wisp that led her here, just
to watch her breathe her last
The morning comes, the house awakes,
their little girl is gone
The Mother screams, the Father cries,
the baby lies alone
The neighbors all help search the house
and buildings all around
Then fear did grow as a searcher called
"There's footprints in the woods"
So the searchers went and followed the
trail that ended at the bog
And now the Wisp sleeps through the
day, satiated from his prey
But tonight, again, it will go out, to
search the towns and fields
And call again to some little girl,
just to satisfy it's lust
So take heed my friend and learn from
this, before it is too late
Always listen when your little girl
says she's seen a Will O' the Wisp
for Sherri
by CC
Copyright 10/94
Web of Lies
A little exaggeration here,
a little story there.
A little white lie could
never hurt anyone.
But they gathered
and they grew,
like a spiders web,
till truth was finally lost.
Now you will discover
it's web has snared you too.
Forever caught you'll be,
stuck to your own lies.
And once the brand of "Liar"
is marked upon your head
no family, friend or lover
will ever trust you again.
The truth, they do say,
always will come out.
But sometimes all the lies
make it hard to know.
A story too often told
takes on a life of it's own.
The first casualty of deceit
is always those you love.
One day soon you'll find
the person that you love
believes your biggest lie
is "I Love You".
For Sherri
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Tomorrow Never Tells
Yesterday's pains are only a
memory
And today is the challenge we must deal
with
But tomorrow is only a dream and a
hope
and tomorrow never tells what it might
bring
We cannot waste today's precious
minutes
dwelling on the things that happened in
the past
They cannot be changed, taken back or
forgotten
They can only be forgiven with love and
faith and time
But none can know what will happen
tomorrow
Not Gypsy, nor Witch, nor Crystal Ball
Reader
So don't ever say what was will never
be again
We can only hope for the happiness to
return
Just enjoy the dreams and hold on to
the hope
And let tomorrow be whatever it will
be
The future is a mystery to every one of
us
and tomorrow never tells what it might
bring
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Little Girl Lost
Little girl lost
playing a big girl's game
Running into the night
trying to hide your shame
Who could've hurt you so badly
that you won't trust even your own
love
I wish I could've changed
this hawk inside you into a dove
Little girl lost
playing a big girl's game
Running into the night
trying to hide your shame
You think there's a dagger in a helping
hand
and a demon behind everyone's
smiles
But when you're running from
yourself
the distance isn't measured in
miles
Little girl lost
playing a big girl's game
Running into the night
trying to hide your shame
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Friend
My world was cold and dark
until you came into my life
Your smile lit up my heart
as the day lights up the night
You opened your heart in
friendship
and gave me a little cheer
You spoke the harsh words of
truth
as well as kind words of hope
And though I can never repay you
for the beautiful things you've
done
I hope someday I'll have the
chance
to be as good a friend for someone
else
as you have been for me
for Kristy
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Demons of the Night
You're all alone tonight,
there's no one else around.
It's cold and dark outside
and you hear that certain sound.
You tried to run, you tried to
hide,
you thought you were finally
sure.
But it doesn't matter where you
go,
because running is not the cure.
Your breath is coming short
and your heartbeat shows your
fright.
Because you know what's out
there,
it's the Demons of the Night!
You surround yourself all night
with people who don't know.
Hoping each time that this time
the creatures won't dare to
show.
All your friends and lovers
can't make them go away.
They're your Demons after all
and you know they're here to
stay.
They've been after you
for oh so many years.
They know all of your faults,
and they know all of your fears.
Your breath is coming short
and your heartbeat shows your
fright.
Because you know what's out
there,
it's the Demons of the Night!
And you know all of these Demons
from the big ones to the small.
Because the Demon in the mirror
is the leader of them all.
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Cry for Those
Cry for those not fulfilled
The needs, the wants, the
desires
The life they can never have
Cry for those which have lost
The love, the home, the family
The past they can never forget
Cry for those who are alone
The pain, the fear, the
emptiness
The chains they can never break
Cry for those yet unborn
The hopes, the dreams, the
wishes
The child they can never know
Cry for those that will not cry for
themselves
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Betrayed
"I love you" she said
with a gleam in her eye
But it wasn't the glow of love
it was something quite sly
"I love you" she said
and the words sounded nice
Though he knew love can't grow
in a heart full of ice
"I love you" she said
as she plunged the knife deep into his
heart
She'd just been using him
he'd known it from the start
"I love you" he said
as he entered Heaven's gate
And she wept bitter tears
for she'd found True Love too
late
by CC
Copyright 11/94
Pride
She sits silent and so very
alone.
She wishes she could go back
home.
A single tear runs down her
cheek.
But her pride won't let her
speak.
She left her friends and family.
A new life she wanted to live
happily.
But it was only a subversive
dream.
She is so lonely she wants to
scream.
She cannot admit she made a
mistake.
She cannot admit her hopes were
fake.
She tells her friends she's having
fun.
She can't let them know she's on the
run.
Her family waits, just for her
call.
They want her back, one and all.
Her mistakes they would forgive.
And as a family, again they'd
live.
But she sits silent and so very
alone.
She wishes she could go back
home.
A single tear runs down her
cheek.
And her pride won't let her
speak.
by CC
Copyright 12/94
Last Verse
The last lines have been spoken
The last of the audience has
gone
Reluctantly, the play has ended
The actors must now move on
The last songs have been sung
The last of the fans have left
Reluctantly, the concert has
ended
The singers must now move on
The last verse has been written
The last of the tears have been
shed
Reluctantly, the love has ended
The poet must now move on
by CC
Copyright 12/94
Prison of the Mind
A beautiful young girl sits all
alone
in a prison of her own design
It doesn't have high walls of
stone
No locked doors and bars of iron
Nor guards to keep her there
Yet alone she sits in her prison
cell
And wishes that she were free
The walls are made from her own
pride
The doors and bars from her
anxiety
The guards are just her own
uncertainty
A beautiful young girl sits all
alone
in the prison of her own mind
by CC
Copyright 2/95
Friends
I wandered along in my life
Blissfully unaware of a storm on the
horizon
My days filled with happiness
My nights filled with passion
Then one day my world came to an
end
All that I had know and all that I had
loved
Had been violently torn from me
And I sank into the chasm of
despair
As I sat there in the darkness
A small shimmering light began to seek
me
And fair voices called me from
afar
Then a multitude of hands began to lift
me
It was a human chain of friends
Come to raise me from the
darkness
To clear my head and heal my heart and
soul
And to wash away my tears
Their own troubles they put
aside
For a friend longing for comfort
Their own needs left behind
Because a friend needed them
more
None of them could replace what was
lost
Nor would they want to try
But any would give their warmth and
love
To a friend in pain and fear
I will, someday, heal and be whole
again
And maybe I'll even forget the
pain
But one thing I will never
forget
Are the friends who lifted me
For P.J., Tina, Su
Cheryl, Shannon, Jan,
Bud, Jerry, Steve
And, especially, for Sarah
by CC
Copyright 3/95
The Little Princess
Sitting, day by day, in her ivory
tower
The Little Princess waited
Sitting, hour by hour, upon her golden
throne
The Little Princess wondered
Sitting, minute by minute, with her
gown of white
The Little Princess worried
And the Little Princes came, from
Kingdoms large and small
And the Little Princes came, the short
ones and the tall
And the Little Princes came, to woo her
with their charms
And the Little Princes came, wanting
her in their arms
But the Little Princes waited
For the right Little Prince, whose
heart was true
But the Little Princess wondered
If the right Little Prince would hear
her hearts call
But the little Princess worried
That the right Little Prince might
never come at all
Then one night a Little Prince came to
call
He offered her his heart, he offered
her it all
Her heart cried out "This must be
right"
And she gave herself to him without a
fight
In the morning, the Prince was
gone
And the Little Princess waited for his
return
Another day passed, but still he didn't
arrive
And the Little Princess wondered why
there was no word
She sent a message of her own, but
there was no reply
And the Little Princess worried that
she had been wrong
She sits alone, now upon the
stair
Her ivory tower seems cold and
bare
Her golden throne is tarnished
too
Her pretty white gown is no longer
new
But fear not Little Princess, to look
and see the truth
For an ivory tower keeps out many you
might want in
And take heart Little Princess and heed
these words
For a tarnished throne will make you
seem mortal
And cry not Little Princess for what
you have lost
For a gown of white does not make you a
better you
And always remember this lesson to
you
Just as a scoundrel may seem like a
prince that is true
A true prince might appear to be a
scoundrel, too
For Liz
by CC
Copyright 6/95
Things Untried
With the curly top
of a little girl
and her Angelic smile
she's the picture of
childlike innocence
But her dark
and mysterious eyes
reveal the spirit of a Gypsy
and the flame of passion
that burns deep within her soul
But with only the experiences
of childhood to guide her
the yearnings of womanhood
create a curiosity for her
which fuels the fires inside
The questions in her breast
cannot be answered by the wise
for her the only way
to quench her burning desires
is to live life to the fullest
and regret only those things
untried
for Monica
by CC
Copyright 8/95
Eddie Little Bear's Poetry Corner / Ed
"Eddie Little Bear" Emerson / elb@elbtipi.com / updated
06/18/97