Saturday, May 23, 2015

Her Arrival

My sweet baby faced angel
Gazing into the eyes of her Baba
A picture tells a thousand tales
As thoughts become words
And language emerges
We meet the depths of her soul
Conveying volumes with her eyes and voice
To be where SHE has been
Is a mystery even to Zeppelin fans
Beach bound babe strutting in a tiny tee
Little sand in her toes greets the mother Ocean
Fearless and feminine
She embraces starry skies and seascape magic
And the open expanse of a tender heart
She walks her way proudly through schools and honors
Her innate compassion glows like a light for others
Breathing deeply the fragrances of fir trees
Learning both stillness and how to flow
As the New River babbles at her feet
One with her ancestral home in the country
She jumps without hesitation into the rocky, rushing brook
And into the vast possibilities that await her now and beyond
Over hurdles and stepping pretty with her equine brothers
And sharing deep friendships with her soul sisters
All making their way through the transition to adulthood
Connecting to her heritage from India, she will absorb and grow
Then entering college and engaging life at her own pace
She explores her intellect and the marks she will leave here
Feeding us morels of her intriguing and unique open perspective
Ever mindful and acting from wisdom deep within
Turning heads with bravery and beauty
She has become a gracious and confident woman
Balanced, peaceful and knowing, inside and out
Setting her sights wide for all things to come
The world reaches out to welcome her
On any path she chooses, bold and centered.

Congratulations, Ava
You've arrived.



Love and pride from your Aunt Mary

~ Spiritbear   5/23/2015

Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Greeting

The Greeting


They will watch us from the mountains up above
Where the eagles nest and nurture their own love
We will hear the calls of ancient ones
Showing us where they come from 
Breathing lies the mountain where they're from

Well the grandfathers will teach us as they've done
And the grandmothers will see us all as one
They will sing their songs of beauty
And we'll fall upon Earth's beauty
As they travel down those mountains one by one

Oh our hearts will fill with freedom as they come
Through the stands of trees that lead them down they come
We will see their faces glowing
As the gentle breeze is blowing
And our minds will meet theirs knowing
Ancient Ones

Our sore eyes will fill with tears when they come down
But their eyes convey such truths without a frown
We will feel the wild streams leading
Wash our memories clean of bleeding
Healing beams of all we're needing will touch down

There's a starry cosmos shining in the Sky
We are mesmerized and can't explain just why
They can show us ways of being
And a clearer way of seeing
As the Spirits come to guide us how to fly

In the Sky
Truth is why
Trust and fly!!!!!!!


~ SpiritBear  04/18/2015

Monday, February 23, 2015

Hearts of Stones

Hearts of Stones


Winter's winds blowing cold sunbeams
On ice covered streets gleaming mirrored
Reflections of seasons past
Across the frozen deserts and peaks
Through the motionless grasslands
On wings of eagles and hummingbirds
Skimming atop shimmering solid lakes
Finding their way here to me

Wrapped in lavender rappings
Of dreams and heart aches
Of strengths and wisdom memories
Carrying the beauty of her creations
I gently reveal what gifts lie inside
Power surging up to meet my eager hands

Words wrapped in words rapped in feeling
Soul sister energy pounding in my palm
Heart within a heart of smoothed edges
Tao within hard minerals now softened
Life pulses heart beats in shaped stone
In sync with my own human fleshy heart

Bursts of brilliant forces connecting
Words and breath infused in stone being
Strong pulsations held to my heart
Opening me to happiness, pain, and knowing
Thrills and throbs beat inside rolled beads
Earthen colors of plants living in poetry

Gazing upon a regal two-dimensional image
Delicate wings of green on golden flower
Breathing in sweet nectars of singing
Humbled by the generosity of giving
Fortified by immeasurable power
Inside a bundle of sacred sisterhood talking.


~  Spirit Bear  2/23/2015

Monday, February 2, 2015

Pictures of Home

Pictures of Home

Gazing across endless meadows
Green grassy aroma filled air
Wildflowers waving in the breeze
Like colorful people meandering
Free as the wind to gather
Or remain hidden as precious surprises
Berries reaching up to be picked
Showing their bright red yearnings
Under sunny skies in summer
Tired children fueled by the wild
Inside their wild child mother

Crunchy red dog road
Leading the way winding along
Through shaded dampness
Sliced through with random Sun rays
Deer beds and black bear growls
Grave yard hills and campfire stories
Family sharing in this playful refuge
Sacred meeting house off the beaten path
Swinging on fences and pulling up roots
Traversing creaky porch steps and boards
Jumping the corners from one side to the other

Rain filled tubs and fresh new potatoes
Round table gatherings for card games
Free flowing conversations and laughter
Stresses removed by country air and Earth
Claps of thunder booms echo in hearts and skin
Deer coming to eat from apple trees
Old wooden chairs and coveted rockers
Black nights make for brilliant gazing
Lying on cars with an open lens to the Milky Way

She was a country girl with a constant longing
To return to those rocky winding roads
And the sounds of crickets and foxes and hawks
And the magnificent power of the New River
Waking each morning refreshed from pure sleep
To start a new day with a familiar routine
Living easy and attuned to the comforts of home
Looking out across those grassy fields
Waiting
Watching
Wondering
Waking up life in her inner spirit
And in the heart beats of others
In her mind's eye
With pictures of home.


~ Spirit Bear   02/02/2015

(for Mom)




Friday, December 26, 2014

Across the Miles

ACROSS THE MILES

heart beats fly over winter's frozen paths
lonely coastlines reach toward the middle
to cling to some common ground
life's cards deal with no winning hands
only hands that can touch another's soul
lying in waiting for the silver linings
sky fading darker into lost horizons
emptiness fills the sky with starry laughter
with smoke signals loud and clear
unlocking some spark of light
meeting in moments of pain and grief
poking into the depths of yesterdays
to know another's losses
pulsating blood runs through it all
searching for feathers in plasma
finding a way to bind it together
pulling out every trick they know
to try and beat the trickster of sorrows
pulling up weeds that prove life is there
even in the most barren places
one by one fragrant petals adrift
taking full breaths of resonant words
making the living a little more worth living
giving sweetness to one another
across the miles


~  Spirit Bear  12/26/2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Still Running

STILL RUNNING
running with the beat
on tear gassed streets
fire in their eyes
from the smoke stacked lies
feeding the sheeple
ignoring the people
red blood runs from him
but no one runs to him
standing in a park
taken down before dark
shiny metal stars
don't know near from far
neighborhoods crying
their children dying
behind borders and walls
lies the sound of their calls
broken family, broken hearts
damn, we need some new starts
blinded by history
skin color now a mystery
melding and meshing
it would be so refreshing
to see through the mind
with more gentle and kind
this race can't be won
when things can't be undone
well worn tracks in the ground
native spirits all around
bring a softening up to meet
all the tired, running feet.

~ Spirit Bear  12/14/14 3:35 p.m.

( for submission in NY Times Opinion section comments - Poetry contest on the subject of race.  They published it on 12/15/14.)




Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Road of Desires


I love the sound of waves crashing onto Rehoboth
And the feel of the moon light through your window

I love your caress of my curves and how you love them
The way you keep coming back for more

I love walking in soft rain and lying under the stars
The way we both would do anything for bliss

I like the stereo on all night long in bed with you
And the element of your surprises or me waking YOU

I love the way the wind blows in Tulsa at sunset
I love doing laundry for two...with you

I love the way that you read me
Your truths know no bounds

I crave sitting on your lap as your hands grab my hips
And unveiling myself to you like a Goddess

The way your lips fit my neck and arch my back
I need your desires, as they in turn feed mine

I love wind songs in cottonwoods under deep blue skies
A chill in the weather offset by the blazing Sun on my face

I love the way you envelop me with heart and soul
The way that you squeeze me and fully embrace

And the tingly feeling of your long, sensual wet hair
It tickles my naked body and opens the doors of passion 

I'm okay that some friends want me away from you
I know I'll never settle for anything less than fireworks

I awaken giddy and satiated when you visit my dreams
The way you travel the Universe to hear my screams

I love the little nick names you call me when you're happy
Making me feel like we've been together forever

You invoke my desire with your smooth voice and savvy talk
I love your fingers when they text me vibes of sexy

Or when you reach for my head and dive in for the kiss
A kiss that sets ecstasy in motion, frozen in time

I love gently pressing my cheek against your heartbeat
And the way our legs intertwine for the winding down

I see your gazing eyes when I'm lonely
I feel your presence when I think of you, and you think back

I feel the emotions of your ideas, wants and fears
I am let down by your facade of holding back

I sit in waiting to hear your voices and feel your energy
I am like a car out of fuel, stranded at times

I love being a hitchhiker between towns
On this road of desires

SpiritBear ~ 12/3/2014






Friday, October 17, 2014

Grecian Love Poem

Grecian Love Poem


Her hair as black as coal
gleamed like sunlight
twinkling on the water
reflecting memories
on clear blue Aegean skies
above Mikonos

Her Athenian eyes
deep like the mysteries
of the Mediterranean
her blood rushing with the histories
of her peoples
and the experiences of her life

His southern charms came calling
Grecian man from the hills
humbled by the great Appalachians
with laughter that rivaled no other
their hearts became intertwined
like the grapevines
in their suburban back yard

Matriarch of her family
the seeds of their love
and their heritage
carried on by 3 sons
in their name
and in their souls
A little tough love
made them strong, like her
A lot of nurturing
made them reflect her persona

Her vibrant voice came to life
with her stories and animations
and her beautiful smile
brought everything into clarity
when in her presence
one was drawn to her energies
A little captivation
made us all become little pieces
of her heart....and hers of ours

Farewell for now
beautiful friend, mother & grandmother
we will see you in dreams
and in our memories
like colorful pieces
of rare sea glass
from the shores of the Aegean.



~ Spirit Bear  10/17/2014

for "Dee" (Karapanagiotis) Giannaras
and her beloved "Basil"




Thursday, September 18, 2014

Empty Heart


I have poured every ounce
every drop of my heart's blood
into the loving lusty gazes
of my transient lovers
be they around for a night
or months or years
I never bothered to measure
if the whirling warm blood
equaled the volume
of my gushing tears

Pain pushes away things once cherished
making memories agonizing
yet they remain unchanged
however distant in time or place
I crawl into bed and embrace
the sweet memories
of entangled bodies
pulsing salty blood and humors
forever bound by nature's laws

Reflections swaddle me
like a starving infant
grasping to embrace this love
this connection
captured essence
of souls in harmony
twisted and lying in unison of breath
like rag doll pretzels
with limbs flopping
in some kind of artful savasana
I tuck myself away in this cocoon
hibernating heart
lying here
waiting
starving
for a scrap of metamorphosis.


~ Spirit Bear  9/18/2014



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Shattered

Standing on red parched desert floor
Can't bear to cry your name once more
Watching you scream in all your pain
Nothing to calm your fire - no rain
Crying your sorrows to soaring heights
Me wishing all of it could just take flight
In a sleeping Pueblo in the black of night
How did it become so deep?
How will I ever get any sleep?
In the dusty echoes of your pain
Where there is no solace
Only tears, no rain.

You beckoned me as you always do
Boy crying wolf I thought I knew
Circles of turbulence, lies, and fear
I thought I knew my choice was clear
Could not lift my head to the Sun
Sincerely thought that we were done
And you blacking out everything once more
Had left me a slightly open door

But I couldn't even muster the strength
To drive or talk or consider the length
Of the exhausting drama that was our life
You said you had danced
And that cut like a knife
How was I to know you weren't done
That you would finally, actually face the Sun
And kick that desert dust up beneath you
You fasted and prayed, but I didn't believe you
Too much heart ache had left me shattered
But in the end, it was your dance that mattered.

~Spirit Bear  7/15/2014