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littlebearpoetry · 9 hours

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A ROSE OF MANY COLORS

READ the complete poem at 👇 https://littlebear.blog/a-rose-of-many-colors/ Captivating, elevating, and enchanting, The colors of roses inspire lovers and friends, For thousands of years sparking smiles and butterflies, The love for roses is easy to ignite...

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littlebearpoetry · 1 day

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104 More Years

I don’t want to do it again, I don’t want to go back and make the same mistakes, I know I would, not knowing any better, growing up the same way. Now that I understand, being a little wiser, I am kindly asking for 104 more years.

More than 60 summers, More than 60 drummers, Telling stories about my life. Wild and crazy is who we were.

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littlebearpoetry · 8 days

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A Dance of Faith

Four years ago I saw a horse, Carrying a spirit warrior. They came out of nowhere, From a land I didn’t know.

The warrior, young and strong, The horse, so beautiful, it’s hard to explain. Neither had a name, I’m standing all alone in a virtual circle. While they are dancing around me at a distance. There is no sound. It’s peaceful and silent. Like a dance of faith.

They enter the circle coming closer, He’s now pushing his horse gently up against my shoulder. I feel the warmth of his horse, I see the smile on his face, I look deep in his eyes. It all seems so familiar.

I look at his powerful arm, larger than life, almost magnified. Decorated with warrior symbols I don’t understand. I feel curious. He wears full regalia, A proud Chief, I am sure, He’s barefoot, no saddle or bridle, yet so secure.

Then he is reaching for me.

I reach up to him without fear and complete consent. He picks me up like a feather, And gently swirls me around, Until I find my seat behind.

I can feel butterflies going crazy, It’s love, but not the romantic kind, It’s admiration, respect, and simply wild.

I reach around his waist to stay secure, When he gallops off full speed into the unknown. I can see a forest, I see a bright light. I feel safe. I feel sound. I have no reason to decline. This has to be divine. I’m going in with him…

Then I wake up, I bolt upright in bed, My heart is pounding, Tears of joy are running down my cheeks. It was so intense, I feel elated, But I don’t know what it means.

I think of the dream, a vision if you will, Once or twice a year, still wondering about its meaning.

Four years later, in this September, I remember the night without fear. I pull out my notes to relive it again, Because all of a sudden I know, His spirit is still here. And now I can see, Now I know.

Four years later, today and tomorrow, Life has been hard and unkind. A loved one is hurting, Scared and praying for heeling. And so am I… Begging for mercy, to start anew, Healed from the pain, he worked so hard, A chance to grow old from a place at the beach, To send home a postcard.

It’s time for reflection to understand, God appears in many different ways, Accompanied by angels of different shapes. Coming out of nowhere, I finally see, The warrior is my Creator, The horse reflects His power. The dance is my faith. When he reached out for me, I reached out for Him with my heart wide open. Lifting me on his horse like a feather, Taking off into the unknown so I understand, He will never leave me, He’s always by my side. Without reservation, Without declaration. We are one. Have faith and persevere, Continue the dance of faith in your sphere. Never give up because He’s right here. After all, There is a reason for everything.

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littlebearpoetry · 9 days

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An Escape to Heal

You suffered so much, You suffered enough, But you can’t get away, There is no way out today.

You wonder, Is this love? Is it loyalty or both? That keeps you decommissioned, Today and tomorrow imprisoned, Praying for healing. It is so revealing.

You know, That right now, You have to stay, There is nothing else you can do, Because it’s the right thing to do. But you feel stuck like a little creature, Sitting in a tiny box with no holes.

But despite the darkness that surrounds you right now, You know, There is light outside ahead of you. Ahead of the pain. Ahead of no gain. Then you remember, The light switch that will ease your pain,

It’s time to escape,

Into a virtual world, Where reality is reimagined, Where silence exclaims answers, So your heart doesn’t ache. Even if it is for just for a little while.

So you close your eyes, And start breathing slower and deeper, There is the door, but it’s not an exit, It’s the entrance to healing, You know you can feel it.

You are descending down under into this, an ancient world. It’s time to escape.

You open your eyes in this infinite dimension, A world so enchanting, transformative and liberating, You are determined to remember, and write it down, Your own enchanted realm. It feels good, yes, this is healing, Gravity has reached zero and deleted the screaming, Even if it’s just for one night.

It’s late in the evening somewhere in August, You walk at the beach all alone, Your feet engulfed in the sand, bare and exposed, Yet, you can feel the warmth superimposed. Your toes are digging deep for an answer, Will we survive, will I end up alone? What will tomorrow be?

Your spirit lifts, as God has intended, To gaze at the sunset he painted, so you know, Life is not over, Don’t give up hope, There is another tomorrow to bestow.

You take a deep breath, Looking out into the sea, Inhaling the breeze, Thinking and smiling about the hero who just reappeared. You can’t see his face, but you know it is him. The one who keeps saving your spirit from afar, Offering his steadfast friendship to assure, You’ll keep your head above water, While pressure and hardship weigh you down,

To continue your journey walking the Red Road.

Seeing God’s truth with your closed eyes wide open, You understand, There is no such thing as a coincidence. Divine destiny sent him, So it doesn’t happen again, Getting lost in someone else’s shuffle, Of despair and disarray. Watching you sink and drown, Like the last time when nobody cared.

When you finally open your eyes, The illusion of escape fades away, But then you see the light outside, That flicker of hope, the divine is still here. Indeed, your world is still bright and you cheer.

The two worlds are merging. The beach is disappearing. And while the pain is still there, So is your hero.

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littlebearpoetry · 10 days

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I want you to be mine for the rest of time

I wake up at seven in the morning, Writing this song in my head. I grab a pen to scribble down some words, To make sure I don’t forget.

I want you to be mine, for the rest of time.

I can see us, Sitting at the beach, On a tall mountain top, Gazing at beautiful sunsets, Holding each other tight.

I’m lost in your embrace, Feeling forever grateful, For your boundless love and friendship, Oh Lord, don’t let it slip away, That feeling,

You are mine, for the rest of time.

I’m running out the back door to feed my horses Damn, I overslept, The fences are down, The horses are waiting, Patiently on their side of the broken fence.

While I fix the fences, I’m getting the feeling, I’m fixing my life, Praying God will continue to lead me on my way, To a future bright, full of hope and love, Free of fear, filled with excitement and laughter.

Life feels so good right now, God is great, God is love, While I continue to write this song in my head,

I want you to be mine for the rest of time.

Looking up to take a deep breath, I take time to marvel at God’s amazing creatures ahead, The horses, the hawks, that little tiny sparrow, Canadian Geese flying over, and so much more. I look up north and smile at the cows, I see their babies running wild and free, While I’m constantly thinking,

All I want is you to be mine, for the rest of time.

Dear God in heaven, Let us be wild and free one more time, I can’t imagine a world without him, He’s my everything.

And I continue to sing in my head, I want you to be mine, for the rest of time.

Holding hands like teenagers way back when, Feeling your gentle touch, The intoxicating scent of your skin, The irresistible smell of your hair. It’s all right there, That crazy feeling, so deep within,

You are mine for the rest of time.

I’m running back to the house, So I can write it all down,

I want you to be mine, for the rest of time.

Yeah, I feel so young one more time, Listening to country songs from the back of the house, While I continue to use my pen, To let the world know, How this feels so unreal, This little country girl, writing to the beat,

I want you to be mine, for the rest of time.

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, A feelings so strong, It overwhelms my page, It overwhelms my mind, I can feel the vibrations, I just have to write it down.

I want you to be mine, for the rest of time.

I catch myself dancing in my room, Before I sit back down at the edge of the bed, Smiling, contemplating, and thinking, I can’t believe I woke up with this song in my head, Starting at seven in the morning. Knowing,

I want you to be mine for the rest of time.

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littlebearpoetry · 14 days

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1 AM Fears

I continue to wake up at 1 AM, Feeling constant fear, If I continue to open my heart, You will reject me as your friend.

If I tell you who I am deep down in my heart, If you know my life story, You will misunderstand, Label me opportunistic, Only to reject me,

Opening my heart feels like an execution, Life can be ugly, I know first hand, When love, loyalty, and friendship flee out the window, When circumstances out of control, End up dictating fate leading down a black hole. Because it may appear, To someone on the outside, I made the wrong choices a long time ago.

Should have been more selfish? Maintaining my own independence?

Love and loyalty, I live by for sure, Lead me down the path to endure, To make the same mistake once more, Forgetting about myself and ignore,

I’ve been there before, Feeling the pain believing I’m not good enough, Feeling alone, being pushed out, Because I am told, in the end, I don’t quite fit enough.

Maybe I should have stood more on my own, Instead of blind loyalty without a backup plan to show. But what do you do, When all you were taught is love, loyalty and self-sacrifice.

I know it’s time, To rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, to soar anew. I have to stand up and stand tall, Making my own decisions to gain control, To regain serendipity as I have before, So I erase the fear, When I wake up at one in the morning, You will reject me as your friend.

So let it be heard, I’ll do it again, Writing my own songs, and standing on my own, To safe myself, and what is left and dear, God’s gift of friendship in this new sphere.

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littlebearpoetry · 18 days

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The Magic of Belief

When I was a child I was terrified of thunder, Because someone bemoaned, It’s God’s way to tell me I was a blunder, That he would strike me down if I didn’t obey the preacher, I’d go to hell and shudder.

Sometime later, my Mom send me back to Austria, Where I spent spring and summers in euphoria, With my Godmother Ursula and dear aunt Hanna.

I swore they lived in Utopia, Where flowers are incantations, And Elves visit with little Dalmatians. My beloved relation, My heaven on Earth revelation.

Ursula, also known as little bear, Loved Mozart, and I think Voltaire. And just like the Elves who visited me at night, I thought she was magic for my own delight. I loved her dearly, she was my guiding light.

She held me close during a monstrous thunderstorm, Looking out the window and the bending Hawthorn. Then she whispered in my ear “Do not fear,” Be still, she said, and know, That God is good and loves all of his children, Especially the ones like me, Who believe in little Elves in trees.

From then on, I embraced Thunderstorms with my little open arms. Inhaled its unravelling alluring magic without alarm,

Believing it must be God’s spirit and magic, I finally knew it was true, God loves little children and Elves, too.

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littlebearpoetry · 18 days

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Don’t turn blue, renew

When it feels like You have nowhere else to go, When you are stuck not at your own fault. But they tell you it is you who has to crawl, Look toward the heavens to halt the brawl.

When you know, You gave everything you had, Poured out your heart all the way down the path, But you are told it’s never enough, And nothing is ever their fault, Look toward the sky and celebrate His salt.

When you feel like, You are suffocating and sinking, Constantly rethinking, Until it clicks, this emptiness is not your building, Look toward the heavens by default.

When those you thought were your friends, Don’t remember you when you crash and descend, Raise your head and ascend.

Don’t cry, don’t ask why.

Because somewhere out there, you will eventually find, The one who cares without feeling confined, The one who will treat you with kindness and respect, And cherish you for who you are without the need to deflect.

So, raise your head, smile and remember, The prophecy has already been written, True friendship exists without audition. God’s wisdom lives within you. So don’t turn blue, The time is here to renew.

©Angelika Ursula Dietrich, September 8, 2024 Dedicated to my Mom and a very special friend.

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littlebearpoetry · 19 days

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A Silent Song

I thank you for your kindness You show so often without delay.

I thank you for your honesty, It’s an inspiration every day.

I thank you for your patience, So I can adjust my reservations, For when I finally find the right interpretation.

For love is a light, bright and pure, An oxymoron, I reassure, Embracing, engaging, selfless, and endless, Aching, forsaking, reckless, and senseless,

But don’t ever fret, With love so deep within, Nobody can understand to begin, Everything is a bliss, Because it is futile to insist, Love’s silent song of kindness, Doesn’t exist.

©Angelika Ursula Dietrich, September 7, 2024

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littlebearpoetry · 23 days

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Unmuted

Platonic, Tropic, Symphonic Affection, Exotic, Symbolic A cosmic connection,

A delicious confection, Deserving reflection. A friendship like no other,

The symphony is on.

The nightingale is singing, Piping out notes, unmuted.

You’ve given me new life, By telling me to thrive.

With thunder in my pen. Writing out my heart again.

You are, My Lionheart.

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littlebearpoetry · 24 days

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The Elf is the Canary

Far away in a different world, Where dreams are truth and despair has no place. She finds herself in a fairy tale as if she were an elf.

A love so mystical, atypical. With hopes and dreams metaphysical. She laughs, she loves, she hunts, She understands, Right here is where eternity bands.

The lights come on, and boom, She wakes up in reality’s tomb, Filled with darkness and gloom, Oh Lord, why the doom?

She yearns for the mate, With wrinkles and twinkles, Believes life is alive, And love will thrive, Instead of a pit, Filled with heartaches, Disappointments and omit.

Longing the fog will finally lift, She prays he’ll arrive as his own gift, She clings to hope and her eternal drive, Praying the message will survive.

For now she’s back with the fairies, Where canaries depart orchard trees, Soaring along falcons south of the freeze. And salty winds breeze across seas.

She knows none of this is real. But dreaming is healing, Even when silently screaming.

Full of grit, her toughness no myth, That little elf, she is something else. Wild and free, she’ll always be.

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littlebearpoetry · 26 days

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Too skinny to ride

Have you ever felt too skinny? Have you ever felt too fat? Have you ever felt too small or flat?

Unable to void accusations, In constant need for validation, Feeling lost to follow your own fascination.

Because they told you in perpetuity,

You are too skinny, too fat, Too tall, or too short, Just not enough of a sport, Not smart and educated enough,

To succeed in a world of pretentious fluff.

Listen! Take it from a girl who knows.

Follow the nerds. Follow your thirst. Write down your own words. Forget about those all knowing shirts.

You are NOT too skinny to ride! Put on that saddle with pride!

Remember, your beauty comes from within.

Wisdom and knowledge are your twin. Unearth it from the depths of your soul, Don’t let the devil achieve his goal.

The Creator declares you perfect,

Made in his image to protect and respect.

But, I suspect,

You further have to inspect.

Don’t give up, Don’t give in,

Remember, What matters is within. You are stronger than you think.

When you finally discover the light,

Never forget you are bright. Never forget this amazing sight. On this magical star filled night.

Look up to the stars and creations,

and seek out your wingman’s beacon of vibrations. Eternal harmony has become your hydration. The Universe loves you without limits on duration,

Finally finding solace within yourself,

You put everything else on the shelf. Enjoy the sunny days ahead, Without hesitation or regret.

Love and peace descend from this celestial source, So enjoy and rejoice.

#poetry #personal empowerment

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littlebearpoetry · 30 days

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Olive and Lemon Trees

Driving with my windows open down a country road, Suddenly, I have a flashback and everything slowed. I get a feeling, that is almost unreal, I ache the ocean without conceal.

I can feel the breeze, I smell olive and lemon trees. Then I almost taste the salt Swimming and surfing enthralled.

I remember Sicily and Syracuse. The Hellenic Republic and Acropolis views. Where I rode donkeys and dove of steep cliffs, Before I surrendered, and please forgive, To mare del sol California’s sun kissed beaches and a sandy evening stroll.

Today I live in Alpine Paradise. In an ancient land of deep sacrifice. Then I remember the distant past, Skiing deep in the Austrian Alps unsurpassed, Racing in powder snow and dreaming it would everlast,

Don’t misunderstand while I check my rearview, I am honored to live in the land of the Nimiipuu, A place of time-honored virtue. Living with Mother Nature, Majestic, generous and often harsh, I find comfort in my intent. While driving down the road content.

Yet

I can still feel the breeze, I smell olive and lemon trees. I swear I taste the salt I see an endless blue enthralled.

My aching heart in an endless sea, Geez, I so miss the ocean’s glee.

#poetry #poetry stories #At the beach

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littlebearpoetry · 1 month

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My Lady Hawk

I sit in my room writing When suddenly, out of the blue, I hear something and I knew.

She doesn’t screech, she talks. She is a Lady Hawk. The sound is so familiar. I put down the work to consider…

I step outside and there she is, Looking straight at me to reminisce.

She knows who I am, I know who she is. My Creator has sent her before To tell me what’s amiss.

Accipitridae is what they call her. To me, she’s my light, my spirit guide.

I run back in and grab my camera Hoping she would hang around And wait for me once again on her mount.

I walk right up to where she’s at. Way above me there she sits, Allowing me to take some pics.

Two girls are now talking While the shutter goes down Until rudely interrupted By two mates flying high in the sky.

They are her own kind. They are screeching; they are fighting. They want the same gal.

What a sight. What a wonder. And then they come closer.

Right above us they suddenly split. One to the north, the other goes south. We watch as they disappear, The girl is still with me, My Lady Hawk.

I tell her thank you and through her a kiss. Until next time. I love this bliss.

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littlebearpoetry · 1 month

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A change of season loud and clear

Thunder rolling down the mountains. Gentle rain is coming from the south. I look out the window and scout.

Mount Joseph gets loud. The Chief has spoken. Mother Nature has woken.

The clouds are bursting. The sound is surging. Polite little drops turn into an ocean.

Another big boom from the heavens above, Shouts out the waláwa is ready thereof, The next season is coming from above.

The ground is vibrating. The air is exhilarating. I am reinvigorating.

And just like everything appeared in a flash, It vanished, it’s quiet, and peace has returned. The heavens reopen, the blue has returned.

Life is good, Love your life, Creation is alive.

#poetry #Nature Poetry

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littlebearpoetry · 1 month

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We are one

Here I am in the land of the unbridled spirit. Where the grass is blue, horses race you, And Fort Knox down the road is a view.

I am with child – Living nine months with my miracle inside and out. I can feel her move, I feel her sprout. My dream has come true. Then, overnight she’s due.

Leaving behind an empty space An empty nest and void, yet Filled with beautiful memories and overjoyed. I look forward to raising my little mini me.

She’s a lot like me, but then in an instant She travels to a new world unbeknown but persistent . She is unique, she is her own grandmaster. She teaches me lessons I never imagined. And then in a flash she grows up way too fast.

We have arrived in teeny hell, oh boy, do I remember my rebel. Causing trials and tribulations known to my Mom very well. Carrying a message I could yet not spell. Mom stayed strong knowing she’d become my best friend. The ally I needed to take on this temporary hell.

They say history is repeated and KARMA stays undefeated.

She’s a rebel while being kind. She’s a free spirit of her own mind. Her soul a gift from my Creator in heaven is transcending and never ending.

I know one day she will be my best friend. Like my mom who never condemned. But time has yet another intent. The years go by and we lift and descend.

When life’s abyss seems vast and deep, We see a light, a hope to keep. I fly on two wings into the northern night. Where rolling hills meet a gentle site.

We hold each other with sweet repeat. We see one another with fresh receipts. We both know this is no surprise. We landed, we rise, we earned the prize.

Don’t ever forget, YOU are my best friend. A mother’s love, a daughter’s heart, An eternal bond, a perfect restart. The ring of eternity no one can outsmart.

I’m back home in the land of the ancient Where distance has no engagement. Love equals vibrations. A melody wild a free, Overcoming distance with our eternal existence.

We are one…

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littlebearpoetry · 1 month

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And then I think of you

It hasn’t been easy. It hasn’t been bright. A somber hue has painted life’s art.

And then I think of you.

Challenges have clouded the sky. Casting shadows on hope’s reply. Clouding my bluebird’s wings with solum blight.

Though skies are gray, dawn will arise. And then a flicker of light finds its way. Because I think of you.

That flicker of light, a distant cry, Ignites my soul to soar and fly. Because I think of you.

Life will get better, our spirits will mend, Like the bloom from a flower, God’s grace will unfold.

A blessing, precious and bold. A gentle, sweet power, a story untold. And I think of you.

#poetry #Love Poetry #Love Poem

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