Saturday, October 1, 2016

mighty fine poets: Catfish McDaris, Carl Mayfield, Ada Aharoni, Cathy Porter, Lysa Collins, Ian Mullins, Nancy Shires, a thank you to Teresinka Pereira

assistant editor tama, insisting 'all the fine poems waiting in 
bear creek's home (that size 11 shoe box), let's honor as many 
as we can, and right now!"  
                              'treats included!' states assistant ed. frosty

yes, noble assistants, excellent suggestions. . .

and, here we go!   

                                               
                          New Orleans                                                
Dumpstaphunk smoking
gggirlz shake their mother nature
Trombone Shorty blows.

*Catfish McDaris           west allis, wisconsin



    Blank Look #811

                               dim grow
                               the eyes
                               of joy
                               yet nothing
                               is diminished

    *Carl Mayfield          rio rancho, new mexico



             Eve's Defense

             You didn't have to accept
             That shiny juicy apple
             Did you Adam dear?

             Please remove
             Musty fig leaves
             From your memory and ears
             And remember Adam dear,
             You were created
             From mere earth,
             Whereas I was sculpted
             From a much finer substance
             Finer than poetry
             Finer than gold.

             In the rush of your
             Heart's blood
             In the throbbing of your temples
             Remember Adam dear -
             I was created
             From pure human bone
             Your strong rib-bone
             Became me - Eve
             Mother of Life.

             Always remember
             Dearest Adam
             Free, independent Eve
             Is - You. 

                              *Ada Aharoni            haifa, israel

('I chose this one', states tama - and our thanks to *teresinka
pereira for sending us Mr. Aharoni's poetry!)


          Stamped

          we sit in the quiet
          sunset falls
          your head on my shoulder
          it doesn't get better                                                     

          we hit repeat
          count blessings and stars
          the honeymoon phase

          of permanency   

                  *Cathy Porter  omaha, nebraska
                                                                 



                       crossing the stream
                       with measured steps -
                       water striders
                       fall in behind

 *Lysa Collins    *white rock, british columbia



                       salty milk smell
                       baby's cheek
                       slaps into mine

              *Ian Mullins  liverpool, england


in bed at night
thinking haiku only
looks like sleep
                          
              *Nancy Shires  greenville, north carolina


'treats for everyone?', suggests frosty -  
yes, it's time for all of us to have our treats!  
frosty: 'plural, I like that'


see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen
                                      
                            darylayaz@gmail.com  


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Charles Bukowski 'a good poem can do almost anything'

"C. Bukowski ended his poems better than any other cat I've known" 
tama tells us. . .
"me ow", cries frosty   "other than frosty", tama replies
yes, noble assistant editors, and! a few of Charles Bukowski's concluding lines, and then, treats for all!
                                                            frosty's "meohhh!"   

'for the miracle of food and         
maybe  nobody  ever  angry             
again, this place and                  
all the other places                                      


for them
and
for me   
   for
      all
         of 
           us. 
                                                        tama, "goodness,
                                                        how appropriate
     Angels,                                           for these days 
we have grown apart'                                of ours"



          
'eat a good pear today
so tomorrow                           'or at least
you can                                 take time
remember it'                            to turn the sauerkraut.' 

                      frosty: "I chose these!"

"and I'll close this post with the following" says tama. . .


        'writing stalks
        death.
        it knows no                                                  
        quit.

        and writing 
        laughs
        at itself,
        at pain.

        it is the last
        expectation,
        the last
        explanation.

        that's 
        what it
        is.'


'a good poem can make a broken mind
fly,
a good poem can let you shake hands
with Mozart,
a good poem can let you shoot craps
with the devil
and win,
a good poem can do almost anything,
and most important
a good poem knows when to
stop.'




                  'as the wind breaks in from the sea
                  and time goes on 
                  flushing your bones with soft peace.'


                  
and it's treats, 'not for either you and I, but for all the rest'
"correction, maestro" states frosty- "for all of us!"

ok, tama, frosty, let's see to it everyone (including us) 
has a treat today. . .   and, my thanks to assistant ed. tama for
editing Buck's ofttimes 'colorful' subject matter/verbiage


see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                                              darylayaz@gmail.com

above excerpts are from two of our favorites, Bukowski's
'The Roominghouse Madrigals' and 'Betting On The Muse',
Black Sparrow Press.   
               Our best to your own good writing!
  

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Alan Catlin: Scenes from Hiroshige’s Emperor’s Road

              Scenes from Hiroshige’s Emperor’s Road

stated editorial assistant, and sage, the Froster: 'Tama, our friend Alan Catlin is a very gifted poet'  
and assistant ed. Tama replied, 'yes, of course he is! and let's do another post of his poetry"
        and thus, gentle readers, poetry from Alan. . .
        

        Merchants and travelers
        seek refuge in village                            

        alongside the floating
        river. The journey is long

        and the temptations are
        many along the way.

        Tradesmen and women
        display their wares;

        long are the nights
        spent in reverie and joy!
                                            

                               

              Gagaku Dream                                                                         

              Court musicians dressed
              in ceremonial robes wear

              Noh masks; hands move,
              strings quiver, taut drum

              skins are tapped; not one
              sound is heard.

              In the hearth, a fire is burning.


  


         Sudden rain squalls
         on mountain roads

         to the village;
         only the rich

         can afford fine
         woven silk jackets,

         everyone else
         wears straw!                                    

             

             
             


Along windy beach
fishermen haul

their nets from
the sea.  As night

falls the human
chain is unbroken;

the catch still far
from shore.



                                                         
                                   
    Miya

    Pilgrim disembark from 
    chartered sail boats

    near the Atsuka shrine
    where one of three scared

    treasure of Japan is stored.
    Here the sword, outside,

    someone has planted
    chrysanthemum

                                                               




          Terminus
                                                 
          Crossing the Great Sanjo
          Bridge, temples and geisha

          huts await.  In the distance
          high mountains surround


          the capital, Kyoto.







thank you, Frosty and Tama, thank you, Alan





see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen
                           darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com

Friday, September 16, 2016

poets: Chris Faiers, Christina Sng, George Held, Teresinka Pereira, Catfish McDaris, Dennis Rhodes, and Bradley Mcilwain!

assistant editor Tama, putting her paw down: "we've been so 
busy moving, we haven't recently honored any 0f 
the poets we care about!"                              

assistant ed. Frosty, 
stating, "I'm putting 
four paws down 
in agreement! 
(we've been a 
little short on treats, also)"



yes, noble assistants, you are so right, and! here we go. . .

                           Chris Faiers
                        Marmora, Ontario

secrets revealed
with every step
in the dry stream bed
                                              faded mandalas
                                              carved in the wood
                                              of the old bridge
                crows discuss
                drought withered fields
                and wild red apples





Christina Sng
  Singapore

summer break
the cat's hotel                               water ripples
nicer                                         our cat tries to pat
                                               the goldfish

                 first day of summer
                 a raven feather
                 at the door

             ('gotta love Christina's cat poems' says Tama)



                                                                       

George Held  
  New York

                                           Too Few Submissions

                       Recipe for a failed literary magazine
                       in one simple guideline:

                      "We do not consider first-person
                       poems or fiction.”









                       Teresinka Pereira
                         Toledo, Ohio 

                       EARTH DAY 

                       The earth
                       is an enormous home,
                       strong and renewable
                       where our dreams
                       and our utopia survive.
                       The Earth is as recycled
                       as we are, beings
                       who live on the surface,
                       underground,
                       or in its cosmic space.
                       Viva the Earth
                       for the infinite treasure
                       it gives us!
                       We must have a special love
                       for everybody's Earth
                       and for the everyday Earth!



     Catfish McDaris
     West Alice, Wisconsin


                                                  The Desert

     Cochise’s dry hot tears
     skeletons of buffalo
     windstorm ghosts dry death.








Dennis Rhodes
Naples, Florida
                        
                         A tortoise and a snail
                         had a race and no one
                         else noticed but me.

                         What to make of it?
                         Just that it's one of those things
                         alert poets see.

                         Would love to tell you who won--
                         had to go resume
                         my own race against time.




Bradley Mcilwain                        
Brooklin, Ontario

                                          muddy path -                             
                                          boots press on
  shallow stream                       always seeking
  a Heron dips her wings —
  vision taking flight












"we did it!" says Tama
"and this post just feels good," I reply. . .
Frosty, "yes! and now, everyone, it's time for treats!"


and, we will 
see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                          darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com