Long Grizzly Poems
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Harsh are the winters
in North America and one
must drink hot coffee
or chocolate to revive
himself, not to let his bones
freeze and possibly crack.
By a window frosted with snow,
one sees mountains and vallies,
even an occasional hungry deer,
or a groaling scary grizzly bear
looking in the open trash can.
My inconsolable glance is fixed
on that white blanket when
a snow flower winks at me,
it's sadness is lack of sunlight
as we both lament meadows
that stretch under splendid skies.
Dreaming sets no limits whatsoever,
it's a boundery as infinity as space,
venture into it, excitement awaits you;
when winter refuses to leave,dream!
Perhaps tonight going to sleep,
I'll dream of the whitest sails flapping
departing for the Mediterranean Sea;
o starless night, breathing in mysterious
silence, make me dream of Sorrento
as soon as reality vanishes and dreams
begin with the voice of the young sailors
cheering...hoping to find their sweetheart!
Written on 8/11/2017
He had lain all night the grizzly bear was gone
The wolves had come out to see the kill done.
The alpha male sniffed at the man, just left by the bear
The smell from the man aroused a memory lying there.
Many years before the wolf had fallen over the edge of a cliff
His fall was broken by branches, and he was nearly frozen stiff.
He remembered the scent of a male, but human kind
As he so carefully lifted him and his wounds he did bind.
He was not sure why this human male
Would help out the wolf that was so ill and so frail.
The alpha male as his wounds healed quite slow,
Swore that the scent of this man he would always know.
As the man tried to train him in ways of men.
The wolf made a promise if they met again.
He would repay the kindness, and the good feeling,
From the man, one with nature, who now needed healing.
The grizzly had gone they had chased him away.
This man would now live, but he promised the wolf way.
‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name
‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame
As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my ancestors call
The questions dissolve, as The Great Mystery beckons,
the campfire eternal, the chanting enthralls
“‘Wana Hin Gle,”’ my Mother calls proudly,
your horse is now waiting, your shield fixed with bone
“Off into the prairie you must ride in the twilight,
the People will dance until their son returns home
“’Wana Hin Gle,’ you must now happen quickly,
the buffalo ravaged, starvation cries loud
“Your eyes to look upon the great Wakan Tanka,
whose absence has shamed us, who once were so proud
“As the great Tasunka Witko who traveled before you,
you must call for your horse to come out of the lake
“Great Mother River and Great Mountain Father,
to your will they entrust what The People forsake
“Your spirit must suffer, the babies still cry,
the cold through the tent flaps, all future in blight
“The hawk comes to guide you, as you pass through the darkness,
the drums of your fathers beat into the night
“You will ride to the top of the ‘Pass Of The Bears,’
ask the Grizzly, our brother, where the demon still hides
“Where it lives, you must kill it, for this time and always,
before it steals our last dream, keeping spirits alive
“The White Horse will take you from the lake to the mountain,
and the stallion will sprout wings with its hooves fiery hot
“You will trample this demon and burn him before you,
the smoke will then signal of what he is not
“‘Wana Hin Gle,’” my son; the time is for going,
your journey awaits, past-futures on hold
“The Medicine Woman is locked deep inside you,
your People die waiting—the young and the old”
(Pine Ridge South Dakota: February, 2011)
From My Novel: “Searching For Crazy Horse”
I don’t think I’ll ever bleed
a thing so silly as poetry
For life is far too short for me
to dabble in tomfoolery
Why, first I must prepare to make a living
about that I have no misgivings
And raise a family with my wife
to leave a legacy behind in life
Yet maybe, just perhaps, If I weren’t so busy
I’d write about the time I fought a grizzly
Even on subjects heretofore taboo... and
Possibly, like A.E. Milne, one on Winnie-the-Pooh
Hmm. It seems that I’ve been mistaken all along
I think I shall bleed poetry ~ every night and all day long
When we planned our road trip we set up with Budget
that a Toyota Corolla would be waiting for us in Seattle
but after standing in line for 2 hours…I was a little rattled
When Budget ran out of cars and sent me to Avis…at their counter I was told…
“We don’t have your Toyota Corolla…but we can give you a new Kia Soul.”
Our Kia had 6 miles on it when we began our trip…
and as with any relationship we tried to take it slow…
while we navigated the Seattle freeways at night…we told her all the places she would go.
And she was such a good sport…wherever we went she gave it her best .
driving all around Seattle, Olympic national park and through the rains in the Northwest.
She took us all the way to the sun in glacier…she made this trip with ease
She drove right by a grizzly bear on our way to Lake Louise.
Through the dusty plains of Canada she waited patiently as we packed, unpacked and packed
and did not flinch in Montana when a pebble caused her windshield to crack.
We thought about substituting her because of that cracked windshield
but Deborah made the case
that in the 2000 miles we’d already driven….we’d grown accustomed to her face.
Besides, we figured at this point we had nothing to lose and everything to gain….
So on she drove us with her cracked windshield to Canada
then into Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.
In Maine, like us, she rested for a few days…
and I could fulfill a promise I’m sure she had come to doubt
that I would take the time to clean her…all of her…inside and out.
We got her when she was just a baby
I’m glad we decided to keep her in spite of her little crack…
and when we returned her to Budget in Bangor
she had more 6800 miles on her back.
It’s funny that Corolla we thought we were going to drive…
on this trip never played a part
But we were happy with our substitute…the Kia Soul with heart.
In 48 days she grew a little older, she’s not as aligned as she once was
and she’s developed a few scars everyone can see…
Perhaps that’s why we love her so much…
because she’s a lot like Deborah and me.
When summer fires can burn
a hundred miles of trees
and winter cold can lock
you into a deep freeze
What with all them rattlers
wolves and big grizzly bear
You might think it dang’rous
to ever come out here
If you're looking for air
to breathe that's crisp and clean
See clear to the bottom
of a cold running stream
Want to find where God spreads
his brush ‘cross every view
and painted a sky so
big he ran out of blue
If you're needing some room
to spread, this is the place
You’ll ride fifty miles and
not see another face
A cowboy can still ride
his hoss down the main street
and give a big howdy
to anyone he meets
People are willing to
give what help they can lend
So let me welcome you
to 'The Treasure State' friend
Cause here in Montana
you won’t meet a stranger
So there ain't no need to
worry about danger
I, eye, with my little spy, the colors of the abacus.
The woolen pattern and bobbling often for a poncho, a season
They were giggling throughout my first semester
Got a little bit dim in the next season
And downward spiral she knows, for a round trip to fresno, frisco and the nearby reason.
What is storytelling to you? From the coping strategy discussion room, the counselor asked me.
I tried to answer vehemently even though the dream or I, or the dreamer in strumming
Were uncomfortable in diction, and appendix and often miriam, so
-Beyond one way CBT and dual controller DBT, this is a brainstorming beyond, and even so-
-How so? Did you see me fishy? In irrationality?
-No. In a rented apartment tenant situation, who else is there, other than your childhood plumber?
But you learned so many terms to fill in between often lost in the deepest try to find the proper diphthong!
And when the water supply was shut off, you knew what you did there!
And yet, he is not your motherly queue, still, he cleaned it for you!
One part of you is still succinct, telling he gets paid for the job and often so!
But somewhere you knew he knew his stuff, and it is about you too!
So, hold courage to the reason, not to the treason, often it is purgatory and involuntary and so
And take courage that you are too! For every kind of other end grizzly bear reason
The charmin’ bear and the bare necessity and the simple bare necessity
The toastmaster and the three quarter sleeves and the stuck up situation
One of them must be a see through
As there after whittling down with process of elimination, (POE)
This is the queue and the rest to be phonetic too!
Jun 11,2024
A wolf when
raised by dogs
forever
is a wolf
A banker once
he’s crossed the line
can never
steal enough
Aristocrats
their titles
banned
in practice stay elite
A dilettante
who’s been exposed
is then declared
effete
An arrow
with its feathers gone
when fired
lethal still
A grizzly bear
that’s been declawed
his teeth
remain to kill
A judge
without a jury
still hands
a sentence down
A clown
without a circus
can yet
erase a frown
A cop
without a badge
will chase you
till you’re caught
A Nun
without her habit
plain clothed
— in virtue walks
(Thank You Gertrude: December, 2025)
I am a Grizzly Bear flag, with one star in the sky
I'm a flag of the golden west
I wave under skies, at the edge of a sea
Over lands of the Pacific crest
Where the mountains are tall, and the beaches are bright
Where the valley's grow grain, stained with blood, sweat and pain
Where such beauty unmatched, in a high mountain range
and the Redwoods grow tall, far from Hollywood's fame
California's Republic, had a lone star at hand
Until a bear became known as the new source of pride
I'm known far and wide, where the valley and tide
has seen the pioneer come and a spirit so grand
Representing a state, of the great Golden Gate
And the state of the mind of the men who would fight
To keep visions alive, shining regal and bright!
I am snowcapped mountains that rise on the day
I am the right to live, the right voice to pray
I will not buckle beneath the strain of the fight
I will keep honor strong, and my spirit in flight
I am youthful ambition, in the restless spring breeze
I am hope of a future, beneath the winter's eaves
The colors I claim are proud to remain
Green, red, brown, against white,.. and my name
of the state that I claim is a home that I love
I'm proud to bear witness to all the above
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For The Contest Sponsored by Judy Konos
7/16/15 By Carrie Richards
I lift my sword to the world and carved out a piece of my soul; it did not hurt but it left a lot of blood stain on my shirt. It’s the color you see that is running down my knee, it is true to thee.
I open the circle tonight and welcome the universe with great delight, but there is one thing that I want you to know our hearts are with you wherever you go; you are part of this virtuous circle and you are part of us, and when the circle is complete everyone will still be in the circle, for it is your home and there is nowhere for you to roam.
Each one of you in this circle is an example of what life should be, it’s like the anonymity of the body that functions in totality; the right hand supports the left hand, and the left hand supports the right hand; it’s like a bag floating on the sea it cannot function without thee, and when you step out of the circle, your trouble double for there is no one to help you. Your journey gets longer and your sorrows mount to the top.
Come and sit beside me for I have a story to tell thee; it all started with one heart, and it burst like a lightning bolt out of the dark, there is a shadow walking with thee, and it is there to protect thee. Trust your heart and make no mistake when it gets dark.
Listen to the rhythm of your soul and blend it with the other side of the world. Without that connection you will be marching blindly on a rhythm to heaven. The connection is in the knee bone, and the grizzly bear knows where it is found.
It is at the center of the sea, but you have to cross over the line to connect with me. Make an imaginary square on the field starting with the letter L, down and across up and across and you will see them when you enter the sphere.
The virtuous circle is moving around, the virtuous circle is coming to town, its pure and kind and knows the secret of your mind; ask the questions and you will get the answers, meet me on the tarmac tomorrow at three and I will have an interview with thee.
The virtuous circle is not for everybody; you must past the test of life and know to survive.