from noble assistant Kitty Kali, "I'll help you, Mister Editor! We'll complete a post of poetry from our own dear poets!"
Well mewed, Ms. Kitty! We'll present more of our favorite poems from print bear creek haiku #158!
Kitty Kali, "Never mind all this verbiage, Mister Editor, now we'll have poetry! And then treats!". . .
from Calumet, Michigan's favorite poet, t. kilgore splake...
seeking inner beauty
long wilderness hike light forest breeze
quiet early morning wild wilderness whisper
carrying poet's heart
lake superior whitecaps
racing black clouds late summer leaves
nature's wild symphony eager to dance
waiting autumn breeze
t. kilgore averages about three published poetry collections a month (!), and! we received this one today (from Transcendent Zero Press, publisher Dustin Pickering, also a friend of ours!). . .
from assistant editor Tama, "dear friend poet James B. Peters, of Cottontown, Tennessee, just sent us his multi-paged epic poem, with gracious acknowledgement of publisher Ray Foreman's Clark Street"... (here is the beginning). . .
Around the camp fires
On dark nights,
Old folk tales are told
Of Mayans on the Mississippi
And their travels bold.
A tale of how
The god of night
Exiled them from the sea.
How a storm split them apart,
Each group thought the others lost,
Some went east
upon one river,
Most went north upon another.
They too were split in half
When the big river divided east,
Toward the god of dawn. . .
haiku from James, in #158,
Just an august day
The dogwood leaves turning
Berries turning red
Just an afternoon
Writing several poems
In October's sun
Just a large spider
Spinning a late evening web
Between the two pines
poet Joanna Weston,
Shawnigan lake, British Columbia. . . poet toma rosen,
Mt. Baldy Zen Center,
ripe berries hang California. . .
over the bridge -
your laughter meadow mice
cold wind comfortable keeping house
his doctor's in the woodshop
appointment today
they seem not to mind
shavings dust and clutter
from the cover of upcoming bear creek haiku #159,
poet Martha Christina, Bristol, Rhode Island. . .
(assistant editor Frosty, "Kitties love this poem!"
OCTOBER ARRIVES
Well mewed, Ms. Kitty! We'll present more of our favorite poems from print bear creek haiku #158!
Kitty Kali, "Never mind all this verbiage, Mister Editor, now we'll have poetry! And then treats!". . .
from Calumet, Michigan's favorite poet, t. kilgore splake...
seeking inner beauty
long wilderness hike light forest breeze
quiet early morning wild wilderness whisper
carrying poet's heart
lake superior whitecaps
racing black clouds late summer leaves
nature's wild symphony eager to dance
waiting autumn breeze
t. kilgore averages about three published poetry collections a month (!), and! we received this one today (from Transcendent Zero Press, publisher Dustin Pickering, also a friend of ours!). . .
from assistant editor Tama, "dear friend poet James B. Peters, of Cottontown, Tennessee, just sent us his multi-paged epic poem, with gracious acknowledgement of publisher Ray Foreman's Clark Street"... (here is the beginning). . .
Around the camp fires
On dark nights,
Old folk tales are told
Of Mayans on the Mississippi
And their travels bold.
A tale of how
The god of night
Exiled them from the sea.
How a storm split them apart,
Each group thought the others lost,
Some went east
upon one river,
Most went north upon another.
They too were split in half
When the big river divided east,
Toward the god of dawn. . .
haiku from James, in #158,
Just an august day
The dogwood leaves turning
Berries turning red
Just an afternoon
Writing several poems
In October's sun
Just a large spider
Spinning a late evening web
Between the two pines
poet Joanna Weston,
Shawnigan lake, British Columbia. . . poet toma rosen,
Mt. Baldy Zen Center,
ripe berries hang California. . .
over the bridge -
your laughter meadow mice
cold wind comfortable keeping house
his doctor's in the woodshop
appointment today
they seem not to mind
shavings dust and clutter
from the cover of upcoming bear creek haiku #159,
poet Martha Christina, Bristol, Rhode Island. . .
OCTOBER ARRIVES
Overnight
the weather
turned cool enough
for hot soup and tea.
My cat, named
for this month,
settles on my lap,
and I’m grateful
for the comfort
of her added warmth.
the touch of Frank Lloyd Wright...
poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
Funny how kindness
often comes right back to you
like a boomerang.
Vegetarian
My large tomato heart
pumps copious pints of blood
to my head of lettuce--
my cauliflower brain
soaks blood up like a sponge
which probably explains
my beet-red eyes.
poet Sarah Mahina Calvello, San Francisco, California...
see you in a moment...
and, you can mail your poetry to:
poet Sarah Mahina Calvello, San Francisco, California...
Two white butterflies
Spin lazily round my green tea cup
Today’s going to be good
Tired of waiting
Holding onto echoes of passion
The leaves have already started to fall
poet Kemar Cummings,
Cleveland, Australia...
my newborn
exploring my beard
pre-dawn waves
soft prayers
by the dried creek
the flash of koi
and! Chris Helvey's ONE MORE ROUND THE PUBLISHED STORIES
'the evolving artistic journey of one
of America's most unique writers...'
assistant editor Tama, "Don't let the cover full you, Chris Helvey is
one of our best, a winner!"
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)
