Saturday, January 9, 2021

2021 poets!... Peggy Dugan French, Cathy Porter, Nancy L Dahl, Lisa Reynolds, Art Elser, t. kilgore splake, Anthony Ward, Chris Faiers, Mary Jo Balistreri, and Judith Partin-Nielsen!...

                            

 Noble Assistant Editor Frosty, mewing!... Insistently!!!...
"Poetry, Mister Editor!  We all need our brand new 2021 poetry, today, tomorrow!  And all the poetic pathways to 2022!"
Yes, Frosty!  And we'll begin with poet and editor (SHEMOM) Peggy Dugan French wishing everyone happiness!                                 
                    "And TREATS!", purrs Sir Frosty...     


            poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

              Happy barks                 The cardinal            

                         Senior dog                   In the snow

                           Adopted                   Chirps comfort


            poet Nancy L Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

YOUR THREE LINERS POET'S           KINDNESS TO ALL THE PEOPLE

 BRING HAPPINESS AND KINDNESS     ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD

  TO THE WORLD IN 2021                WILL BRING PEACE OF EARTH



             poet Lisa Reynolds, Ajax, Ontario... 

         take me to that place

         where our days begin and end

         with simple pleasures


                             we’re miles apart

                             but I undress like you're here

                             about to touch me


             poet Art Elser, Denver, Colorado...


          the day's winter clouds    

          look like some rumpled bedding  

          left by the old year


                          across the dark rug

                          where the full moon has walked

                          footprints of gold



         poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

   snowflakes from heaven


        covering earth                   tiny raindrop


      carpet of diamonds              wet green leaf


                                          lightness of being


                      early morning silence


                      campfire creating poet


                          life born in heat


        poet Anthony Ward, Durham, England...


          The crunch of icy puddles

          Under my weight

          Reminds me I'm not a ghost


                       Light wading through the trees

                       Shadows grow taller along the path

                       First leading then following


             poet Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario...

        Through thin walls

        radio blaring                   Walking to mediation

       "It's All Right Now"             through fresh snow


        poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...


                         the solstice

                         candling the dark

                         this new beginning


  poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, longmont, Colorado...


                          things unfold

                          as they do

                          and even in that

                          there is

                          a special beauty







and, you can mail your poetry to:
                bear creek haiku
                PO Box 596
                Longmont, CO
                80502   
                USA   
                (SASE's are appreciated)


From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 
                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)...












Sunday, December 27, 2020

poets!... Kelley Jean White, Claudia Keelan, John Parsons, Wayne F Burke, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Jane Stuart, Ed Markowski, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, and r soos!...


Noble assistant Kitty Kali, meeewwwwwingggg, "Poetry!  Poetry, Mister Editor!  Kitties, people, the dog next door, the bear who lives beside bear creek, even hamsters, need their poetry!"

Yes, thank you, Kitty, so!  Let's begin with poet Kelley Jean White!...


  poet Kelley Jean White, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...


   left the city                             spun cocoon

   left the town, even the village        who waits

   glad now of a dirt road               inside?


    Kelley's poems from Spun Cocoon, Origami Poems Project



             poet Claudia Keelan, Las Vegas, Nevada...

                      Towards

     

                       It was love

                       and then it was poetry

                       but it was poetry

                       that believed in love.

                       It was doubt and then

                       well, it was faith

                       but it was poetry

                       we worried the beads of.

                       It was life and then

                       - or before then?

                       in the actual face of,

                       in the deep pilings of

                       fallen in the bagged old city of -

                       and then it was life -

                       savaged in the mouthings,

                       scraped in the garbage tin

                       of, eaten in the holy, oh holy day of -

                       it was life, but it was poetry

                       we closed her lids with.




     poet John Parsons, East Sussex, United Kingdom...

       clear evening skies             old badger's path

       a new moon gently holds      dog tooth violets

       our shadow's presence          line it with blooms


          poet Wayne F Burke, Barre, Vermont...


  drooping heads of sunflowers    pigeons flying off the

  bowing                               lawn, a round of applause

  to the inevitable                    I did nothing to deserve




poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
Longmont, Colorado...

   Each Day


    each day a poem

    breeze ruffling my hair

    a glimpse of mountains

    behind floating cloud silhouettes

    afternoon sun through the window

    falling cross the empty pages

         waiting on my desk



                  Wedding Dress


          wedding dress still hanging

            in the back of the closet

             all these glorious years



 poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...


                 Twisted lips

                 kissing

                 upside down



       poet Ed Markowski, Auburn Hills, Illinois...


  harvest moon                house of mirrors              

     still, the scarecrow          the shady character

        sleeps on its feet            my shadow comes home to



    poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...


       blazing firewood          frosted window panes

        we drink cider            spangles of dreamscapes

          with a bite               like antique lace


     poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...


           sleeping kittens          tails of tomcats

           on the bed                territorial showdown

           furball quilt               Brooklyn howl


               poet r soos, Joshua Tree, Califoria...


    poets                            peace


    sleep in the morning            silencing the mind

    with precise humility            passing as focused wisdom

    haunting their old dreams      when life moves too fast

 






and, you can mail your poetry to:
                bear creek haiku
                PO Box 596
                Longmont, CO
                80502   
                USA   
                (SASE's are appreciated)


From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 
                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)...








Sunday, December 20, 2020

Poets!... Cathy Porter, Khalil Gibran, Don A Ryan, Rochelle S. Cohen, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Mary Jo Balistreri, Peggy Dugan French and Leonard Nimoy, John McDonald, and 'that Brooklyn girl' Patrica Carragon!...

   

Assistant editors Frosty         and Tama, mewing!!!...

"Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties, people, all our friends worldwide and beyond need their 
poetry! Poets and poems, Mister Editor!"

  Yes, noble assistants!  So true, and! Let's begin write now!...


             poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...


          under the leaves           the yellow rose

          laughter                     of friendship

          childhood echoes          first base for lovers


   Happy barks       The cardinal         On my lap

   Senior dog        In the snow          7 pounds of comfort

   Adopted           chirps comfort       purring



             poet Don A Ryan, Chicago, Illinois...

        QUEEN BEE
        Has hundreds of Sugar          Wink at a star
        Daddies bringing home the     & it will wink back.
        Honey each day.

     poet Rochelle S. Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey...

           Or, did fate already write her story as she
         guilelessly glides toward a destiny in waiting?
         When our own autumn arrives, we contemplate
     our life's game of hopscotch.  Where the pebble landed, 
     how well we hopped through the course.  Crisp autumn 
     winds swirl the lingering leaves over the pastel court.
                      There's no turning back.

  poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...

                Sugar Wolf
                  "Sugar Wolf loves u"
                     homeless poet leaves
                     his calling card --
                     back side of the postal box                                                                    

poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

STILLBORN
Afterwards, I never saw you again.
An unmarked box.  An unmarked common grave.
Forgive us.  We had no money.

They gave us your birth certificate.
We inscribed your name, Daniel Joseph.
You were clothed in love.

I remember your high cheekbones, shock
of black hair.  It was your father's.
He's gone now, too.

           I SAY YES  
            Shimmering but cold, late afternoon rides
            across day.  Pushed by wind, the Gulf moves
            fast but without ripples.  And though the wind
            negates the sun's warmth, it cannot erase
            the diamond-dazzle or sheen of light
            swallowing sailboats in its maw.
            Gerard Manley Hopkins comes in on a wave--
            on a wave his concept of inscape, living into
            the thing, living into this blinding brightness,
            entombed in its womb--saltwater sea,
            amniotic fluid, floating cloud.         
            I cannot explain what's happening or the rise 
            of joy.  But I can say Yes, Yes to everything.

   Peggy Dugan French and Leonard Nimoy...


          poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...

  deep i the wuids           deep in the woods
  a bob of daffins           a bunch of daffodils           
  ringit roon wi caunles    surrounded by candles

         a harplin chiel                a limping man
         amang the craws             among the crows
         ...aw sweein in hermony     ...all swaying in harmony


Noble assistant editor Frosty: "Kitty poems from our own dear 'that Brooklyn girl', Patricia Carragon!"...

  eyes of the cat witch               by the window          
  hypnotize her devotees             a snowflake meltdown 
  cuteness wins more treats         amuses the cat

                         Brooklyn felines
                              cattitude
                     comes with the territory


         And, last! From Kitty Kali, Frosty, Tama, Judith, and ayaz daryl, from each and all here at Bear Creek...


   
                   see you in a moment...


and, you can mail your poetry to:
                bear creek haiku
                PO Box 596
                Longmont, CO
                80502   
                USA   
                (SASE's are appreciated)


From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com and/or 
                  darylayaz@me.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, that's ok, too (again, include postal address)