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 cat on 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
                    

Sunday, July 8, 2018

kitty and owl- Angelee Deodhar (we miss you so, Angelee) and Chris Faiers, Stephanie Hiteshew, Kelly Sauvage Angel, Jane Stuart, r. soos, and! ayaz daryl nielsen...


    poets Angelee Deodhar
   and Chris (Cricket) Faiers
        Marmora, Ontario  
       
       bad jokes and haiku
       flood Brahma

       love and light,
       cricket

   
    poet Stephanie Hiteshew
      Columbia, Maryland

       Nights of Fire

       During a quiet night
       she stares into the fire,
       memories burning
       red and gold.



   
    poet Kelly Sauvage Angel
        Madison, Wisconsin

        old river town
        the damselfly dons
        her finest wings

        rabbit's rustle
        the sky brightening
        before sunrise

   

     poet Jane Stuart
        Greenup, Kentucky

        in the shadows
        lantern light
        night's quiet darkness


         

     poet r. soos
        Joshua Tree, California
                                           
        song 
          
               escapes from my heart
         with a spirit of its own
         notes of wild tears
               
           

     poet ayaz daryl nielsen
        Longmont, Colorado

          biome   home











see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen





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)



Best to all our creative endeavors!



Sunday, July 1, 2018

Poets Bijoy Kumar Dubey (with Carl Sandburg), and! 'heroines who journey for their souls sake'- Bobbie Louise Hawkins (we're missing you), Judith Partin-Nielsen (with Courtney Love), Teresinka Pereira , Mirabai, Stephanie Hiteshew, Julie A Dickson, and! for Angelee Deodhar. Dedicated to all the many heroines that could and should have been included...


                           poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey
                                  West Bengal, India

                             Carl Sandburg,
                             Your Swedish ancestry,
                             Rearing,
                             Growing with experiences
                             That life taught you,
                             In harsher conditions of life,
                             Working in various capacities,
                             We talk about,                        
                             Talk about,
                             Carl Sandburg,
                             Your life and poetry,              
                             Your free-verse style,
                             We do remember                                            
                             Your books,                                                 
                             Your Chicago poems                        
                             Your biography of Abraham Lincoln,
                             Your anthology
                             American Songbag!

                                                        
assistant editor Tama, stating, "Thank you, Bijoy!  Carl Sandburg, a most favorite poetic kitty friend of ours!"
Assistant editor Frosty:  "Just consider this poem by Mr. Sandburg..."

           Fog

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet                                      
    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.


and, foremost, our goodbyes to
   Bobbie Louise Hawkins...
"Just look how much she loved
her kitties," states Frosty...
an extraordinary and internationally known poet, the local girl who we all learned to love... you'll always be with us, Bobbie Louise...


"Where are the heroes who are women

 Who journey for their souls sake"

              Bobbie Louise Hawkins, heroine


Tama, insisting, "Mister Editor, we know
some women poets, heroes who create for and from the sake of their souls..."

Frosty, "And here are some of them,
              beginning with beloved Judith!"



      poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
            Longmont, Colorado


            Poetry Everywhere
                                              for Courtney Love                           
                                           
            "I wrote poetry everywhere 
            on the walls, on his shirt
            I wrote poetry everywhere"                             
                I couldn't stop                                        
              at night on the sheets in our bed
            in my sleep in my dreams
            I wrote poetry everywhere
            on my face the war paint
            (stirring up all kinds of trouble)
            I wrote poetry on the table cloth
            in Jax's Fish House
            a haiku surrounded by wine
            glasses, white napkins, red brick
            walls, green fish - tiny dots of
            blue light hanging from the 
            ceiling - Nick Forrester eating sushi
            at the next table
            I wrote poetry everywhere
            I wrote poetry in books
            that didn't belong to me, past due,
            checked in, checked out,                                        
            on posters at the coffee 
            house, poetry notes on golden 
            peeling bathroom mirrors
            surprise tanka on the
            toilet seat
            I wrote poetry everywhere
            I wrote poetry on the stairs
            seven steps to the landing
            turn left.  Six more to your room.
            Listening to the blues, Muddy Waters
            wailing, sitting on the floor
            eating dates, drinking white wine.
            I wrote poetry everywhere.
            You made a pass, I didn't notice
            better to keep writing poetry
            everywhere
            Flat on my face, flat on my
            ass, flat on my back
            just keep writing 
            poetry everywhere



                           poet Teresinka Pereira
                                  Ottawa Hills, Ohio


                           INFIDELITY

                           Maybe the eagle, -without its role
                           of symbol- may fly with a winning life,
                           going through windows and doors
                           from town to town until it reaches
                           the sea, and gets free.

                           But here we are trapped in the
                           desperation of a useless thought,
                           and cannot conquer time, this
                           transparent enemy, hidden in itself,
                           devouring our strength.

                           How to write about this flow
                           of infidelity, without crying,
                           without feeling the hands empty,
                           counting the days that
                           go fast running before us all?


poet Marabai
1848-

I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders, and now you want
me to climb on the jackass?  Try to be serious.

Mira says:  You who lift the mountains, I have some light, I want to
   mingle it with yours.



       poet Stephanie Hiteshew
             Columbia, Maryland

          Becoming

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


                                poet Julie A. Dickson                 
                                    Exeter, New Hampshire

                            Chest

                                Illuminated shadows,
                                branches outlined,
                                in a small pool of last night;
                                hand empty of past,
                                grasped tightly
                                to dusk's ebony touch.

                                How much memory
                                can be locked
                                or released
                                into the sleep of before,
                                think of them once more
                                and turn the key,
                                closed tightly
                                in the chest of yesterday.

          




"Oh, my!," from Tama, "We now 
hear that Angelee Deodhar, dear friend of so many writers and poets, from Chandigarh, India, just passed away..."

Frosty: "This kitty picture she sent us says so much about her...

Mister Editor! This has become our teariest post ever..."




Yes, noble assistant editors, and- 
we do need to close our post... 
how should we do this?
  
Tama: "Heroines who journey for their souls sake through poetry, we'll return to them time and time again..."

States Frosty, "We'll honor their heroic words as often as can be..." 




see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen





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)



Best to all our creative endeavors!