poetry: Lysa Collins! Karen O'Leary! Vivian Bolland Schroeder! Diane Webster! Judy Katz-Levine! Joanna M. Weston! Judith Partin-Nielsen! and, Patricia Carragon!

and the summer breeze

softly whispers

 - home                   

      Lysa Collins

      White Rock, British Columbia

                             whispers...

                             willows wafting

                             in the wind

                                   Karen O'Leary

                                   West Fargo, North Dakota

    Red Hat Mamas Day

    Sizzling red lace lingerie

    My wild side appeased

          Vivian Bolland Schroeder

              Humble, Texas

                                    

                                           HERON STILL

The blue heron stands as still

as the rock in the pond

while rain patters the surface

like hundreds of fish rippling

in applause when the heron

hunches into flight away.

      Diane Webster

         Delta, Colorado

                      Spring Text Flower

                      Night sweeps down a soulful eye

                      there came a teaching from the wind

                      my fingers tremble as grass

                            Judy Katz-Levine

                            Norwood, Massachusetts

connecting flight your hand in mine          

Joanna M. Weston

Shawinigan Lake, British Columbia

                           things unfold

                           as they do

                           and even in that

                           there is                     

                           a special beauty

                           Judith Partin-Nielsen

                                      Longmont, Colorado

from across the street

I watch you

turn out your nightlight

no ill intent

just longing

                          we hit our stride

                          when we wear

                          the others shoes

              Cathy Porter  Omaha, Nebraska

subway in motion

        wheels sing lullabies

                passengers fall asleep

         sunrise

         hearing the birds

         not the train

         Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York

Frosty: "Tama, we've chose all

women poets for this issue..."                              

Tama:  "Frosty, isn't it great!?!"

Frosty, replying, "You know, Tama, it does make me feel really good... mister editor,

what do you think?"

Noble assistant editors, we've all earned some 

extra special treats tonight!...

(a chorus of happy meows) 

(including mine)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

  

our friends, their fine poetry: James B. Peters, Toma Rosen, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, Peggy Dugan French, Joanna Weston, Ndongolera C. Mwangupili, Rex Sexton, and! Judith Partin-Nielsen

A stream                              old dog stares
runs through the valley,             long and questionly
Bits of comfort                       into the
Are found                                stove's beckoning flames
In kind words
                                         a quiet moof of melancholy
  James B. Peters
  Cottontown, Tennessee                                      Toma Rosen
                                                          Mt Baldy Zen Center, California

poets were selected by noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama:

  line in the sand-                         somewhere nearby
     whip snake                                  a rooster
easing under the gate                     gives it another try

                            Carl Mayfield
                                     Rio Rancho, New Mexico


Tama:  "mister editor, we                                

never include a picture
of you in our posts"
Frosty:  "how 'bout it?"
here you are, noble assistants...


         Judith, suggesting
         "that picture looks very familiar..."



mosquito lovefest
scratching my way
through summer

                        behind Brooklyn Bridge
                        walls of gray mist hide skyline
                        delusional rain

                                                  like cat's eyes
                                                  doors to inner peace
                                                  open and shut

Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York
                                              Tama:  "gotta love Brooklyn"

                       haiga by Tama, Frosty, Judith


spots of fur                                          

still cover spaces
where you used to sleep
now
only a memory exist

Peggy Dugan French
     Cardiff, California


Savannah, we're missing you...




connecting flight your hand in mine

Joanna Weston  Shawnigan lake, British Columbia, Canada

                                            

You

Like light

throwing its rays,

you shine.

Like wind,

you blow away

worries.

Like seed,

you blossom

new living.

Ndongolera C. Mwangupili

       Mzuzu, Malawi

                                              

                                              

                                              haiga by Judith Partin-Nielsen
                                                      Longmont, Colorado

art by Rex Sexton... 

of you, Rex.

                      Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

                      Blues, oh so blue

                      bluesman, Blues Brothers

                      Blessed Virgin blue -

                      blue wave, blue

                      dolphin riding - blue -

                      blue, Stevie Ray blue

                      guitar and blow that sax

                      jazz man bluesman,

                      blue, blue bluer than

                      that cold blue night

                      blue moon, blue Miles

                      blowing that blue Bitches

                      Brew, Kind of Blue, blue

                      rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet

                      blowing blue, blue

                      and so gone, gone and

                      blue blown blues away

                                               poet Judith Partin-Nielsen




see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen


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

"poetry, just for fun"- Frosty and Tama

                        

          us, together-

          as if their

          work is done

          our dogs, asleep,

          side-by-side

further

                                     

unkempt words, joining

unfolding, becoming

wayward byways

of resilience, of

heightened awareness

pursued to
further

resplendent byways

   beckoning 

      from just beyond

         an everyday thought

  

                Waking

                Waking, your arms stretch beyond the pillows

                legs flex as toes point toward the foot of our bed 

                yawning, your breasts rise, thighs quiver... lying 

                quietly beside you, it’s as if I, too, am soaring 

                within your unflinching forgiveness and grace.

Within these hollow cities                                  

the pallor of shallow nights 

when sleep isn’t enough 

The loneliness of those 

born to sing, empty acolytes 

brave enough to hear a 

whispered presence and 

wear invisible robes of gold, 

who have had time for mistakes 

and move on to a grateful 

sense of sweetness, the 

sweet embrace of the genuine 

Because we are, after all, always 

somehow someone that is needed.

                    The ballad of our hearts

                    endowing and inhabiting

                    touching and melting

                    two who have met

                    taking the world in hand

                    forgetting nothing

                    forgiving everything

                    embellishing salt-sweetness

                    while turning love into ink.

                                this earth we live on

                                betoaded and cawified   

                                naked heart and toes

assistant editor Tama, insisting 'this post was extra-special fun..."

"yes!" says assistant editor Frosty, "what say you, mister editor?"

noble assistant editors, heartfelt thanks, and, it's time for treats!

(hoorays from everyone, including Judith)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

(above poems/haiga have further homes, including Modern Haiku, SHEMOM, Verse Wrights, Wild Plum, and, Writers and Lovers Cafe)

from bear creek haiku #140: poets Cathy Porter, Toma Rosen, Lone Crow, Patricia Carragon, Ndongolera C. Mwangupili, Joanna M. Weston, and, Paula Yup!

Print issue #139 will soon be in the mail to everyone, and!  I'm already eager to start on issue #140. . . noble assistant editors Tama, Frosty, shall we present a few of issue 140's finest in this post?

Eager meows!  Frosty                                             

says, "And that little bribe 

of an extra treat made my 

saying yes even easier!"

"With or without treats,"

insists Tama, "let's do it! And I'll choose 

our first poet!". . .

from across the street

I watch you

turn out your nightlight                          we hit our stride

no ill intent                                        when we wear

just longing                                        the other's shoes

                    ^poet Cathy Porter  Omaha, Nebraska^

    

  from Toma Rosen's journals. . .

    Weed-cat waits   purring

    resting at my window sill--

    only entering when invited

    unless of course

    when supper's on the grill

    he boldly saunters

    into the kitchen light

    investigating--

    if this day's special

    meets his approval

^artist^ Paula Yup  Spokane, Washington

^artist^ Lone Crow. . .  we miss you            

mosquito lovefest

scratching my way             subway in motion

through summer                       wheels sing lullabies

                                                  passengers fall asleep

            ^poet Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York^

                                          ^poets/artists Tama and Frosty^

                                                   

                            

                          You

                           Like light

                           throwing its rays,

                           you shine.

                           Like wind,

                           you blow away

                           worries.

                           Like seed,

                           you blossom

                           new living.

   ^poet Ndongolera C. Mwangupili    Mzuzu, Malawi^ 

            connecting flight your hand in mine

^poet Joanna M. Weston  Shawinigan Lake, British Columbia^

Frosty: "You know, Mister Editor, creating this post has been a lovely endeavor". . .  "quite poignant, too," states Tama. . .

Noble assistant editors, thank you for selecting these fine poets and their poetry. . . now, it's time for us to have our treats!

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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