Tuesday, September 18, 2018

poetry and poets... Pablo Neruda and t. kilgore splake, Steve Ausherman, Simone Wheeler, pl. wick, James B. Peters, Candi Cooper-Towler, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Rumi, and Hafiz, and Rex Sexton!!

Pablo Neruda...

"There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.  And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance..."


assistant editor Tama:  "Kitties purring, Frosty! You've chosen Pablo's Nobel Prize acceptance speech to begin our post..."

assistant editor Frosty: "We'll give extra treats to friend t. kilgore for sending it!"

"You know," replies Tama, "I'm
thinking t. kilgore splake has lots of kitty blood mewing through his poetry and perceptions from illustrious past lives..."

Frosty: "Poems from t. kilgore!":

t. kilgore splake
Calumet, Michigan

    brown pine cone needles

    poet returning to nature
      
      quiet moment alone


               pink lady slipper                 fledgling shadow

                thin green stem                    edge of nest

             nature's human heart            stretching soft feathers



                       books and workshops

                        full of knowledge

                      but best skills learned

                        doing it  yourself


Frosty: "Poems from Steve Ausherman!"

poet Steve Ausherman
      Albuquerque, New Mexico

    Bunny nibbling
    On new grass.              73 years.
    Morning dew.               Me bent low.
                                  Mountains remain
                                            The same.


             Corn wrapped in foil.
             Red coals crackle.
             Wind bucks the summer pines.




Tama:  "The poetry of Simone Wheeler, and pl. wick, and, James B. Peters! 

poet Simone Wheeler
      Idaho Springs, Colorado

eagerly  you pull me                                poet pl. wick
to your scented breath.                                   Empire, Colorado
down                          
upon cool cushioning                               fresh falling lace
  meadow grass                                      snow textures
down...
                                                        pure possibility
caring not    what                                     over gray reality
the modest moon will see



                   poet James Peters
                       Cottontown, Tennessee
     
                   THE ASPHALT MOCKINGBIRD

                   On the parking lot's
                   Acres of asphalt,
                   White striped
                   For driver's deference,
                   Randomly selected,
                   A mockingbird flits
                   From one shopping cart bay
                   To all the others,
                   Declaring this lot
                   His personal space.
                   Shoppers unaware
                   They are intruding.


          The young see               Couples
          Things bigger                Weave their lives
          Than they are                Together
          Ice cream cones             Its strength
          For example.                  In the maintenance.




and, here's Kitty Kali!: "Poems from local poet and friend Candi Cooper-Towler!" 

             poet Candi Cooper-Towler              
                   Longmont, Colorado

             first sign of fall
             horses coat's get soft
             as winter fur starts to grow


   at last a sunny weekend
   park full                                
   of left-behind baseballs                       on top of the mountain
                                                     the moon looks so big





Noble assistant editors, you bring joy to our posts, our homes... 
we have four more poets, our dear Judith, Rumi, Hafiz, and, Rex Sexton!

          poet Judith Partin-Nielsen         things unfold
                Longmont, Colorado              as they do     
                                                      and even in that
                                                      there is 
                                                      a special beauty



The individual who opened my own poetic instincts, and I sought a creative heart-name from Sufi teacher, and dear friend, Zubeida Krueger...  

                                     Rumi

Listen to presences inside poems,    
Let them take you where they will.        There are love dogs  
                                                no one knows the names of.
Follow these private hints,                  
And never leave the premises.              Give your life
                                                to be one of them.

                                                    

Frosty:  "And Hafiz!  Hafiz loves kitties!..."


            HAFIZ

      JUST AS I SUSPECTED

In a vision I heard this whispered:

Study those who sing the most, but are free
of criticism or praise.

Following this advice, things turned out
just as I suspected:

I started spending more time with kitties.


               THE ANOINTMENT

Dear ones, let's anoint this earth with dance.


and!               Rex Sexton

             There is a place and time
             where your hour is ready.
            It is your moment of truth,
        your enlightenment, your epiphany.


                    OUR LOVE

            A whisper in a shadow.
            A slow dance in the moon's
            glow.  Our silhouettes on a 
            white wall, like a cinematic
            shot captured in our love's 
            flow.



see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen, Frosty, Tama, Kitty Kali!




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 darylayz@gmail.com (and/or)

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




Wednesday, September 12, 2018

poets Julie Spencer, Steve Ausherman, Peggy Dugan French's Happy Friday post with Robert Louis Stevenson, t. kilgore splake with Tom Clark, Stephanie Hiteshew, Karen O'Leary, BARAKAT Gallery, Martha Christina, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Jane Stuart, Roberta Beach Jacobson!


  poet Julie Spencer
Chowchilla, California

I glance at my own
Reflection, noting I am
Now a bold woman.


 poet Steve Ausherman
Albuquerque, New Mexico

     73 years.
     Me bent low.
     Mountains remain
              The same.

       Bunny nibbling
       On new grass.
       Morning dew.




from Peggy Dugan French, editor of SHEMON, and her blog,
Happy Friday!   http://peggyduganfrench.com/happy-friday-4/


          t. kilgore splake, Calumet Michigan, with this excerpt from
                              a poem by Tom Clark...

                        They should remember other poems.

                        At this moment the noisy city

                        has fallen quiet, and the edge

                        of the forest is abuzz with voices,

                        the voices of poems beneath the old trees

                        talking quietly about the poems that were

                        once here but are not here any longer,

                        remembering each other.














poet Stephanie Hiteshew           poet Karen O'Leary
      Columbia, Maryland                  West Fargo, North Dakota

Nights of Fire                          worn, wooden steps
                                             exactly ten steps
During a quiet night                        to grandma's embrace
she stares into the fire,
memories burning                                         the silence 
red and gold.                                            of a red horizon
                                                              love ignites



                    
    poet Martha Christina
          Bristol, Rhode Island

    THREE DAYS IN APRIL

    spring ephemerals
    washed away;
    crows strut
    through falling rain
    as if water were
    their element.


                   poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
                         Longmont, Colorado

                   Tibet is a Country
                   young monk's red
                   and saffron robes
                   dissolving into flame
                   the intersection of
                   faith, courage and despair


poet Jane Stuart
      Greenup, Kentucky

starlight chatters on the garden wall


                poet Roberta Beach Jacobson
                      Indianola, Iowa

                       tabby dressed in stripes of feline fluff



assistant editor Frosty:  "Maybe we shouldn't let Mister Editor
create posts without us, we need
much more about kitties..."

and, assistant editor Tama:  
"The next post will be all ours,
Frosty, and we'll do it when
Kitty Kali isn't cat-napping...!"




see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen, Frosty, Tama, sleepy Kitty Kali!




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 darylayz@gmail.com (and/or)

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



Sunday, September 2, 2018

poets Stephanie Hiteshew, Marcel Proust, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Steve Ausherman, Patti Smith, pl. wick, S. L. Peeran, Hafiz, Julie A. Dickson, Candi Cooper-Towler, Maya Angelou...

Insists assistant editor Tama, "We'll create our post and
see how folks react to it..."

"And kitties!," from
assistant editor Frosty:
"How kitties react to it!"


poet Stephanie Hiteshew
  Columbia, Maryland

Becoming

   Not just every
   cool evening
   do crisp edges
   hang in the balance
   still left to be.




       Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy, they are the
                        charming gardeners that make our souls blossom.
                                         Marcel Proust


                   
                      poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
                      Longmont, Colorado                                          
                   
                      So There                                              

                      Disgruntled cat
                      offended by
                      scolding
                      ambushes me later.


                poet Steve Ausherman
                Albuquerque, New Mexico

                           Bunny nibbling
                           On new grass
                           Morning dew.


     "Where does it all lead?  What will become of us?...    It all leads to each other.  We become ourselves."
                          Patti Smith






poet pl. wick
Empire, Colorado

Friday Arts District--
blocks of sidewalk festivities
pita breads - cane flutes
pottery - bbq - wind chimes
churros - drums - tacos
dream catchers - dulce
handbags & hats -  haaats...

enticing aroma
ooohhh-my
Mexican-Greek-sushi fusion
from a vendor cart  beneath
a simmering August sun...

that annoying little voice
chiming - you're
   not really...


                       poem/haiga S. L. Peeran   Bangalore, India




       Hafiz
Just As I Suspected

In a vision I heard this clearly whispered:

Study those who sing the most, but are free 
of criticism or praise.

Following that advice, things turned out
just as I suspected:

I started spending more time with birds.
(and kitties.)                                                      
             
(I added that, whispers                              
            assistant editor Kitty Kali)


poet Julie A. Dickson
 Exeter, New Hampshire

           Grove of deep green pines
           Set against a clearing,
           Tree frog serenade.


poet Candi Cooper-Towler
     longmont, Colorado

   walking home
   weaving through the neighborhood
   searching for shade

           first sign of fall
           horse's coats get soft
           as winter fur starts to grow




                             Maya Angelou

                                 Lift up your eyes  
                                 Upon this day breaking for you.
                                 Give birth again
                                 to the dream.




see you in a moment
                                                 

ayaz daryl nielsen  
(and Frosty!   and Tama!
and Kitty Kali!) 





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 darylayz@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)





Thursday, July 19, 2018

assistant editors Tama and Frosty: their issue (#146) ably aided by Kitty Kali and other feisty neighborhood feline friends (including Charles Bukowski)...




   between Joshua trees
   and Bristlecone pine                           neighbor at our window
   all of us kitties
   as one 



                             to fit a need
                             between yes and no
                             the just-right meow



              ‘time to be quiet‘ 
              said to myself 
              as zazen begins
              a nearby kitty's
              whispery purring



                              Eddie Lee’s 
                              graveside service
                              six pall-bearers
                              an x-wife
                              and the kitty’s 
                              broken heart


assistant poetry editor Kitty Kali


                    support group
           favorite shirt
           comfortable shoes
           her hand in mine
           kitty in lap                                                 

            


        grandfather’s homestead
             the old barn cat
               remembers us


      


                                dance and purr

                                grandparents are dancing                    
                                cousins are dancing
                                horses are prancing
                                dogs are barking
                                kids are laughing
                                kitties are purring
                                you and I finish 
                                some necessary
                                bickering, and!
                                we’re purring, too!










assistant editor Frosty, asking,
"Tama, how do you think we 
should end our post?"

Assistant editor Tama's reply,
"Let's just ask a kitty neighbor!"





"It's been hot lately, many wild fires
and such, and it's hot outside right now...
hmmm... let's turn to
one of our most favorite poets-
Charles Bukowski!
And ask him about
all this heat and
how we should
end this post!"


"Well," Mr. Bukowski replies,
"It's 1:58am and I am sleepy...
and, I think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
night."



So!  A warm and wet good night from us...

Tama, Frosty, Kitty Kali, all our feisty feline neighbors, and, Charles Bukowski...




                        



your poetry can be mailed to:

                bear creek haiku
                PO Box 596
                Longmont, CO
                80502   
                USA    
                (SASE's are appreciated)


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




see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen