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Ray Bear
Member since March 24, 2026
Member for 2 months, 10 days
The Dead Mesa Requiem
A decade passed since weary lawmen died,
to guard the gold that locked itself inside.
A curse was laid upon the lonely hill,
To keep the hidden treasure dark and still.
The midnight sun is bleeding low and red,
across a silent valley of the dead.
He pulls his heavy brimmed hat to his eyes,
as black crows scream their warnings to the skies.
The map is cracked and rotted down with mold,
a scrap of flesh that speaks of Spanish gold.
The ink is dark, like dried and vanished veins,
of men who died in heavy iron chains.
He spurs his horse through canyon walls of stone,
where frozen, blackened water falls alone.
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The mesa rises like a jagged tooth,
to hide the ancient treasure and the truth.
Inside the mine, the gold is shining bright,
a trap of glittering and cursed light.
But shadows stretch and slowly start to crawl,
along the rotted timber of the wall.
The lawman stands above them, seven feet,
where dust and midnight shadows start to meet.
His skin is leather, stripped and sun-bleached dried,
with nothing but a hollow void inside.
A silver star is pinned to rotted bone,
his jaw is carved of scorched desert stone.
He wears a heavy coat of faded hide,
with ash and smoke alive and trapped inside.
Two burning embers stare from empty eyes,
reflecting cold and cruel winter skies.
He draws a heavy pistol made of steel,
to seal the awful doom the living feel.
The cowboy freezes with his hand on hip,
a silent prayer escapes his trembling lip.
The hammer clicks, the seconds slowly freeze,
the air locks tight without a sudden breeze.
He fires fast, a blinding, sudden flash,
the monster turns to smoke and harmless ash.
The cowboy laughs and claims his heavy prize,
with greedy hunger burning in his eyes.
He grabs the chest of cursed Spanish gold,
but suddenly his living blood runs cold.
His fingers turn to grey and heavy rust,
his leather boots begin to melt to dust.
He tries to scream but sharp ice fills his chest,
as mortal thoughts are violently suppressed.
He feels his mind dissolve into the stone,
to rule this dark and tragic vault alone.
The silver star falls down upon the floor,
as phantom wind blows through the open door.
He takes his place inside the heavy gloom,
the new protector of the silent tomb.
The cowboy’s bones now guard the ancient gold,
beneath the mountain, dark and bitter cold.
Above his head, deep in the solid stone,
a final warning stands and waits alone:
"The shadows wrap your throat and choke you in,
to pay the heavy price of greed and sin.
No grave will mark the place where you must dwell,
you are the phantom and the prison cell."
Ray Bear’s timeline
- June 2026
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- May 2026
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28 ThuReceived a critique
on The Unanswered Glow from @Sen99
"You have made me think with this gripping narrative poem Why should I have s landline ? I have hardly made any calls I just receive spam 📞 Then I read this a phone is like a lifeline keep open Well scribed again Sen99" -
28 ThuReceived a critique
on The Unanswered Glow from @Geezer
"I would like to remind everyone that if you see a comment or response that you find especially good, you should tap that little heart button in the comment section and watch it turn red! This is to help let the commente…" -
27 WedReceived a critique
on The Unanswered Glow from @Geezer
"go way back. I was just a kid when I saw House on Haunted Hill and Pit and the Pendulum, and his voice gave me chills. I followed his career as an orator and was amazed at the depth of his voice. He made you want each l…" -
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27 WedReceived a critique
on My Liquid Eden from @Wallyroo92
"Great rhyme and flow, all around. It keeps the reader engaged, especially with that amazing flow. Well done." -
27 WedReceived a critique
on A Glitch in the Tapestry from @Wallyroo92
"It's interesting that sometimes we capture something we can't explain or that our brain is analyzing the subtle things others won't notice. Nice work here." -
27 WedReceived a critique
on Gamble for your Life from @Wallyroo92
"Loved the intrigue and atmosphere you set up here, and those closing lines are very tense with the outcome as a result of the game. Awesome rhyme scheme and flow from beginning to end. Well done." -
27 WedReceived a critique
on The Unanswered Glow from @Geezer
"hear in my inner mind's ear, one of my all-time favorite orators, Vincent Price reading this! I beg to disagree with the A.I.'s call on "plastic spine" and "buzzing line." I think it adds to the hostility of interruptio…" -
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23 SatCritiqued
"drops of heaven" by @Flower Girl
"The cadence here is lovely. You’ve perfectly captured that quiet, wondrous magic of nature and renewal. Thanks for sharing this piece of peace! Regards Ray" -
23 SatCritiqued
"jeong" by @crypticbard
"Well done, the line about the body avoiding the kitchen island out of habit rather than longing is brilliant. You’ve perfectly captured how grief and memory live in our muscle memory long after a routine changes. Beauti…" -
22 FriCritiqued
"The Calliope Played" by @William Lynn
"This is absolutely stunning. You’ve captured that bittersweet, aching nostalgia of youth so perfectly. The imagery of the carnival lights blinking awake like fireflies and the town shrinking beneath the Ferris wheel fee…" -
22 FriCritiqued
"Today " by @Eric Clausen
"This is incredibly raw and powerful. The progression from isolation and burning anger into that heavy, hollow exhaustion is so relatable. That line about the "question stones" grinding into dust perfectly captures the w…" -
21 ThuCritiqued
"Carnival NIght" by @Karriss Carey-ivory
"Love this! It starts out so magical and sweet, and then that plot twist at the end hits you like a bad mix of fairy floss and gravity. Perfect ending! 😂🎡 regards Ray" -
21 ThuCritiqued
"as memory fades" by @crypticbard
""Hours of toil simmer away in rivulets of forgetfulness." What a gorgeous, heavy line. The pacing of this perfectly mirrors the rain cascading down. Beautiful tribute to hard work and quiet release. Regards Ray" -
21 ThuCritiqued
"Sweet the rain fall" by @poetaldo
"A brilliant depiction of sensory overload and eventual peace. The water feels like a total reset from the oppressive heat and the weight of the crowd's stares. Beautifully structured as a full loop of a day. Beautifully…" -
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April 2026 — 19 poems
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- March 2026
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25 WedFirst critique offered
on "SCREAMING TREE!" by @Ebon Croe
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24 TueFirst publication
Gamble for your Life
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24 TueJoined Neopoet
Membership begins
First poem published 1 days later.
About Me
From Sydney Australia. I love Villanelle and Lyrical Prose. Creative writing is a dual-purpose lens: it helps us zoom in on our own lives to make sense of them, while also providing a wide-angle view of worlds that don't yet exist.
I love adventure and write not only of my childhood but of cowboys, pirates and treasure hunters. Also Romance and undying love.
Location: Sydney Australia, AUS
Recent Work
The Dead Mesa Requiem
Heaven or Hell
Between the Den and the Dusk
The Debt of Eternal Dusk
Contest Wins
| Winning Submission | Contest | Contest Date |
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| The Embers Burn Low | 05/26 New Member Contest | – |
| Almost Glass | Neopoet Weekly 04/12/26 to 04/18/26 | – |
| The Violet Tide | 04/26 When the Sun Says Goodbye | – |
| A Brief Forever | Neopoet Weekly 03/29/26 to 04/04/26 | – |