Wednesday, October 9, 2019

t. kilgore splake and Transcendent Zero Press, James B. Peters' epic poem, Joanna Weston, Toma Rosen, Martha Christina, Frank Lloyd Wright, Dennis Rhodes, Sarah Mahina Calvello, and Chris Helvey's ONE MORE ROUND!!



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


            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...

  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 

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





Saturday, October 5, 2019

poets Peggy Dugan French, Rumi, Karen O'Leary, James B. Peters, r. soos, Martha Christina, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Toma Rosen, and, Dennis Rhodes!

                                 

     "Mister Editor, we need to honor 
our beloved poets and their poems!" mews 
assistant editor Tama...
                  
     "And!," from assistant editor Frosty, "more poetry posts means treats for everyone everywhere!"

True, noble assistants!   And we'll begin with poets from 
print bear creek haiku #158, mailed this past weekend...

from Peggy Dugan French, Cardiff, California...

clink of glass         empty stage               Entwined 
old memories         young dancer             Outside              
swirling                imaging the future       The night sings its song
      






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Kitty Kali, insisting, "You and your's be well, Peggy!!                                                                         

      poet Karen O'Leary,
      West Fargo, North Dakota...

     Poem #4:C

      Connected

      gnarled

      fingers

      stretch out to

      pudgy soft hands —

      the years melt away with a touch of love.



from a dear friend of ours for over forty years,
         poet James B. Peters, Cottontown, Tennessee...

                                FIVE JUST HAIKU

       Just an august day
       The dogwood leaves are turning   Just a large spider
       Berries turning red                   Spinning a late evening web
                                                Between the two pines
       Just a cool morning
       Deer leaps over the car hood        Just two butterflies
       Mud on the windshield               On today's zinnia blossoms
                                                 The north breeze warming

                                Just an afternoon
                                Writing several poems
                                In October's sun


from Kitty Kali (especially for kitties)...




    
    poet r. soos,
                    Joshua Tree, California...

    simple

    let the poem tear
    serenity from silence
    unravel its dream

                                         poetry

                         not always in words
                 sometimes deep in feelings
                     seen in thought pictures

    poem

    how the words look now
    laid out on this open page
    flowing from my thoughts

    how the thoughts look now
    laid out on this open page
    flowing from my pen

    how the pen looks now
    laid out on this open page
    flowing from my dreams

    how the dreams look now
    laid out on this open page
    flowing from my words

    


                          poet Martha Christina,
                                          Bristol, Rhode Island...

                               WITHOUT INCIDENT

                               A spider disappears behind
                               a single wisteria leaf.  One
                               thin stem above it an ant
                               crawls upside down.  Which
                               is predator, which, prey?
                               The spider reappears.
                               The ant rights itself,

                               and moves on.


Noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, in our most recent                 bear creek haiku, #158, 
I didn't give Martha Christina credit 
for her poem WITHOUT INCIDENT-                  
           my apologies to Martha, and to you,             
                nobly efficient assistant editors...


   
Kitty Kali...  'poem from our Judith needed!' 


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

                                Rock Whisperings

                                fitting my palm against
                                the face of the rock
                                listening deeply to feel
                                it's pulse, listening to
                                the rhythm of breaths,
                                whispers, wisps of winds,
                                scents, of meadow and pine
                                listening to the voices of
                                sandstone and granite speaking
                                "All my ancestors are here
                                and I will remain with them"

Kitty Kali, 'and, poems from dear friends 
Toma Rosen                            
                                               and Dennis Rhodes!'
poet Toma Rosen,                         
Mt. Baldy Zen Center, California...        poet Dennis Rhodes,
                                                              Naples, Florida...
meadow mice 
comfortable keeping house                Tiny as a snail,
   in the woodshed                          the baby frog leaps so high--
                                                trying for the moon.
they seem  not to mind
   shavings  dust and clutter               Lets hope he survives
                                                to be a big happy toad
                                                sitting in the sun.


from Frosty, 'and an addendum, Mister Editor! This last item! 
(Before Treats!) We kitties have a present for you,
especially for your morning coffee time!'...

                                  


Noble assistants!  I shall have a cup of my favorite blend right now (well, as soon as I can stop laughing), while you have your special treats!






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 

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




Friday, August 30, 2019

MEOWKU Photos & Photographs (from our beloved Brooklyn girl) PATRICIA CARRAGON






Noble assistant editor Frosty: "Mister Editor!  Our very bestest friend, 'that Brooklyn girl' Patricia Carragon, has a new collection of poetry and kitty photos, MEOWKU, soon to be released by Hoboken's POETS WEAR PRADA!"

from assistant editor Tama: "Over thirty pages of kitty photos/poetry, including this one!..."


    (for Tama)                                              
    this goddess knows
             Kishigawa's good fortune
                    calico's blessings

"and! how true these two are..."

                        feline etiquette
                        humans must cater to cats
                        never vice versa


      the maneki-neko
               waves her calico paw
                       "meowzeltov"


and, there's this, noble assistant editor, kitties are dear to so many of us, and! they are too human in some of their actions- Ms. Patricia's poetry delves into all aspects of kitty existence, even some aspects it's hard for us to own...

          seeing cat
          her calm
          before the storm                      outside the bedroom door
                                                   early morning meows
                                                   give her food or else




state assistant editors Frosty and Tama:
"Enough from you, Mister Editor- Patricia,
here's one of your fine kitty photos from MEOWKU!                              

  


                                      the singing bowl
                                      cannot compete
                                      with the purring cat





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 

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