t. kilgore splake: photographer, philosopher, raconteur and poetic heart of Calumet, Michigan...

        a post by assistant editor Kitty Kali...

t. kilgore splake has over a hundred- yes, a hundred! collections of poetry/photos/et al. published by press's all over our known world- here are a few examples!

           three line poems

         windows of the soul

         correct word to enter

                          poet's ashes scattered

                         light wilderness breeze

                          sky taking him home

Dustin Pickering, Transcendent Zero Press publisher of t. kilgore splake's  Lost Dreams  'Waters flow to the sea but we imagine little of such majesty.  Dare an ill-reflected life reveal the hidden dream we are experiencing.

Is this also a lost dream?'


       
          books and workshops

           full of knowledge

         but best skills learned

            doing it yourself

 

            good writing day

          new poems scribbled

             now like wolf

          loping through forest

         piss-marked boundaries

             retiring to den

            smiling fury face

           blood on his teeth




brown pine needle carpet                   

poet returning to nature

  quiet moment alone


                         pink lady slipper

                          thin green stem

                       nature's human heart


     writer's first poem

muses curiously wondering

   what took you so long


                      late evening

                  dark shadow floating               

                    loon crossing lake



             waiting


         pawn shop window

        dusty martin guitar

         blue grass special

      instrument full of love

         for listener alive

         with caring heart


                                                               

                   "And now," states Kitty Kali, "let's begin to end our  
                          t. kilgore post with this poem from Wang Wei..."


                       My Retreat by the Zongnan Mountains

                    MIDWAY through life I set my heart on Truth
                    And have come to end my days by the Northern Hills
                    When the mood takes me I shall stroll out alone,
                    My pleasure shared by none.
                    I walk to where streams rise,
                    Sit watching as the clouds drift up the sky,
                    And meeting with an old man in the woods
                    Talk and laugh with him, forgetting to return.

    poet's circle
  land sky water
no creative limits



                poems like dandelion floss
                    quick puff of wind
                 spreading beauty all over



           hiking alone
  beyond clocks and calendars
    lost in wilderness beauty




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 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)

poets Kelley Jean White, Cathy Porter, Martha Christina, t. kilgore splake, Steve Ausherman, George Held, S.L. Peeran, Kitsuné, Teresinka Pereira, Dorothy McLaughlin, Bijoy Kumar Dubey, Dennis Rhodes, and, Rumi!

assistant editor Tama: "Mister Editor, stories, ok, but we kitties are here for poets and their poetry!"

assistant editor Frosty:  "And treats!"

true, noble assistants- excuse my tall tails, let's have poets and poetry!

Tama, "That's tales, not tails, Mister Editor..."

poet Kelley Jean White                      chiming wind

      Philadelphia, Pennsylvania           early plum blossoms

                                                iced with frost

  cicada                                               autumn's first cricket        

  thank you for reminding me                     where are you

  time passes                                         my friend?

poet Cathy Porter                                    two on my lap

      Omaha, Nebraska                               soft purrs

                                                        autumn catnap

      my latest submission

      came back in record time

      almost as if                              one yellow rose

      it missed me too much                 left on her doorstep

      to let go                                 friends first

poet Martha Christina                               IN TRANSITION

      Bristol, Rhode Island                 

                                                        Too early

                                                        for snow;

                    EARLY NOVEMBER                Fall air fills

                                                        with pollen

                    sun teases;                        and midges.

                    grass grows

                    a little longer.

poet t. kilgore splake

      Calumet, Michigan

                                                 wrinkled diary page

        november storm                          dry tear stain

       gray cloudy skies                       pieces of valentine

    color of fading tattoos  

  poet Steve Ausherman

        Albuquerque, New Mexico

  Leaky attic mildews

   The family letters.

  Heritage floating away.

                  Pine sap.

                  Ferns in deep shadow,

                  Nearby, a sleeping river.

  Chicken corn soup.

         Boiling

  Autumn's harvest moon.

                  I witness a falling star.

                        My dreams

                              dragons now.

   

    poet George Held

          New York, New York

       JULY                             A CLOUD

       sultry breeze                    A voice from a cloud

       ripples leaves                   Said firmly, not loud,

       and sways trees -

                                          "Follow mainly your soul's desire,

       a suggestion                    Only in love the body's fire;

       of eternities.

                                          Pray for those in need,
                                          Do not Evil heed.

                               Be loving unto others,
                               Treat them like your brothers.

                               Above all, be not proud."
                               Thus said the cloud.


poet S. L. Peeran
      Bengaluru, India

Fresh morning dew, winds
To exhilarate the mind                  Glorious sun rise
Destiny at door.                          Light to illume the earth
                                            Birds sing songs of love.
           Rainbows in the sky
           Lovers in deep embrace
           Merge to create love


poet Kitsuné  
      along the Tibetan salt route

through morning's mist               north-side
the Bagmati                            mountain drainage
murmurs its endless dirge           a challenging path up
                                          through dense tree growth.
and ring-neck doves lament        woven into the silence
as the pyre consumes                 reminders of 
your blanket                           time and mortality --
   of summer-flowers                 lichen covered
and you  gradually                   lodgepole pines
   attain the Milky Way...              scattered like jackstraws
                                          across the forest floor

                                           one's life  a continuum--
                                           today as it was yesterday
                                           as it will be tomorrow...

assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating, "Mister Editor, please, more poetry, but without the oinkified besnoutedness!"

ok, ok, Kitty...  here's poetry from Teresinka Pereira and Dorothy Mclaughlin!

         POETRY            poet Teresinka Pereira
                                     Ottawa Hills, Ohio 
         Poetry has life
         and future,
         is soul and skin,
                                        hope and nostalgia.
                                        I sigh every minute
                                        of the day
                                        looking at
                                        the immensity 
                                        of the sky
                                        that covers us
                                        and I make myself
                                        the master of the night.


poet Dorothy McLaughlin
      Somerset, New Jersey

              vocabulary                          day dreams 
              fits her life, herself                for my children
              into beautiful words               turned into prayers


and, last, poetry from Bijoy Kumar Dubey, and! from Dennis Rhodes...

poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey
      Chandrakona Town, West Bengal

                         The globe,
                         The dove as the messenger
                         Of shantih,
                         Shantih,
                         World peace.

                         Let there be,
                         There be peace,
                         Peace in the world,
                         Om shantih shantih shantih.


poet Dennis Rhodes
      Naples, Florida

 I am so blessed to
                 have love from all directions:
                                     North. South. East.  West.   You.


and, last, Rumi...

                     Love is the bridge between you
                     and everything.


   Frosty: "Treats! Treats for everyone helps build that bridge!" 

Come, noble assistant editors, and we'll serve everyone (including us) extra special treats!
Happy mews, and! We'll



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 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)

                             

poets Judith Partin-Nielsen, Chris (Cricket) Faiers, Teresinka Pereira, Changming Yuan, S. L. Peeran, Dennis Rhodes, Jo Balistreri, Ajśa Dźemila Zahirović, Bijoy Kumar Dubey!

                 

                                 

          like a poem written

             in a book of sand                                   

          the fragile beauty of

             our lives

       poet Judith Partin-Nielsen

             longmont, Colorado

                           much summer rain

                           the river's voices

                           louder this year

    the hermit's beard

    can't hide the smile

    for his new girlfriend

                       poet Chris Faiers/Cricket

                             Marmora, Ontario

m                       POETRY

                Poetry has life

                and future,

                is soul and skin,

                hope and nostalgia.

                I sigh every minute

                of the day

                looking at

                the immensity

                of the sky

                that covers us

                and I make myself

                the master of the night.

                poet Teresinka Pereira

                      Ottawa Hills, Ohio


      White Spirits   

   under a darkening sky

   I look up and ask high:

   Why not deliver a colorful snowfall?

   And a trillion butterflies dance nearby

   As if in a fairy tale

   poet Changming Yuan 

         Vancouver, Canada

                A lonely dog barks
         In the dark stillness of night
         No moon in the sky.

Fragrance of the rose

                      Songs of a nightingale
                                   To cheer the heart.

                                 ‘Manna’ and ‘Salva’

                           A divine gift from heaven
                         Virtue begets love.

                                poet S. L. Peeran   
                                Bengaluru, India

                                     

                           I am so blessed to

                           have love from all directions:
                           North. South. East.  West.  You.

                                     poet Dennis Rhodes

                                           Naples, Florida

     

           

        steeped

        in the last rays of sun

        a red-tailed hawk

  up late     the moon in our merlot

       poet Jo Balistreri
             Genesse Depot, Wisconsin

                 The Old Bridge

                 and the Neretva River-
                 the deserted well. . .

The undying beauty.                
A leaf on a tree breaks
Its dreamy silence.

                                     

                 Two birch trees in the sunshine

                 Stretch out their arms. . .
                 The artist and the poem.

                             poet Ajśa Dźemila Zahirović

                                   Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

                 

                 The globe,

                 The dove as the messenger

                 Of shantih,

                 shantih,

                 World peace.

                 Let there be,

                 There be peace,

                 Peace in the world,

                 Om shantih shantih shantih.

                   poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey

                         West Bengal, India

Assistant editor Frosty: "We did it

Tama! We created a new post!

Kitty Kali, we created a post!"

Kitty Kali:  "Treats for all!" And!

          see you in a moment

          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)