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Little Bear Aug 2016
i sleep with the lights on
not because i am afraid of the dark
but because
what lingers in the dark
is afraid of the light
Little Bear Aug 2016
In a world made of
heavens
and hells  
he is the earth
Solid and life giving
Yet creating such
chaos
Even the stars
could not fathom.
Little Bear Aug 2016
and she placed her forehead
on the closed door
shutting her eyes
she wept
her palm flat against the wood
feeling the last place he had touched
wishing he could feel her fingers spread
through his back
into his ribs
taking her with him
and the room fell silent

in the back of her mind
she heard a dark smile
slowly opening her tired eyes
knowing now
what stood behind her

the sword he had given her
lay at her feet
too heavy to wield
weighing more
than her courage
but she very slowly
picked it up
scraping a line on the floor
and she heard him whisper
be brave little bear

turning, slowly, knowing,
with the weapon
heavy in her hands
held out before her
shaking with it's weight
her eyes traveled
from her feet
on the floor
to the 'smile'
of the grinning dragon

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1733751/dragons-prey-part-2/
and right then, she knew just how very small she was
  Aug 2016 Little Bear
Lora Lee
I know
you must go
but before
you do—
please understand
that this knowing
and feeling of
                       y o u
even before we met
was never limited
                     to this place
it is a continuum
    on the spectrum
        of time and space
that power
of seeing into the soul's eye
recognition of spirit
talking straight into "I"
gentle wisdom, soft words
with burning truth
hard lessons learned
from the echoes of youth
reaching out, into skies
  voices in the night
ready to battle enemies
for each other's spirit-fight
       and no matter
           where you go
into the dark , into stars
I am here. You are there.
A couple million miles,
but not really so far
I will always
         listen to it..
that quiet vibe
beneath the surface
and I know that sometimes
changing place
is also changing purpose
So, yeah, while I will miss seeing
the letters of your name
that is not the real essence
that is not the aim
A slight switch for you
                          in direction,
but on the same road we stay
let's face it:
Our hearts
are bound up
with each other
anyway
For my friend P.
Little Bear Aug 2016
oh travelling man
taking love
where you can
to the needy
the greedy
the wanting man

the lovers
the lost
the open hearted
the broken
the kind
the dearly departed

pouring your stories
of a life
long traveled
long given
long loved
a world
unraveled

spending your love
on the lonely
the hurt
the ungrateful
your blood
to wear
on their shirt

oh travelling man
a wanderer
of peace
for the true
want your light
but the dead
want it least

as the soft
grow on you
in the gift
of your wake
the earth
sees your steps
every one
that you take


with words
uttered softly
showing the sun
how to shine
you teach the sky
to be blue
as you travel
through time

teaching the wind
what it is
to be kind
your magic appears
if we look
we will find

weighed
with the world
as you carry our woe
teaching us love
where ever
you go
For Paul x
Little Bear Aug 2016
i wish i could bundle up
all of my happy
and all of my wishes

every single
tiny little
smile i ever had

tie it up with hugs
wrap it up in kisses
and send it to you

to make you feel
not sad
i don't think it's meant to rhyme.. but it did.. just a little bit :o)
Little Bear Aug 2016
i wield a sword
fit for a warrior
to pry marrow from bone
bone from marrow

to discern truth
from lie
lie from truth

a breastplate
of pure gold
reflecting light

light enough to fight
enough light
to fight
for love

a fire to set ablaze
is held within my hand

to vanquish and defend
to burn back
reclaim
to cleanse

to bring home
those who are lost
so afraid
and so alone

my feet
shod in words of hope
to give
when darkness falls

as even the very wise
cannot see what lies
in wait
in these dark and tired days

my eyes
given the gift of sight
beyond the realms
of possibility

and a heart of pity
enough to feel
to win
to heal
broken and desolate
souls

but the greatest gift
was the shield of immortality
lovingly crafted
bowed
bestowed

and as age becomes age
and time falls into time

my path is set
in oath

his hoard becomes mine
to quest
alongside

wearing my shining
dragon scales
okay.. i'm not sure where i'm going with this.. might delete it altogether. Needs work i think.. and i need coffee.
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