Haiga! Poem by
ayaz daryl nielsen, artist,
Angelee Deodhar...
assistant editor
Tama, mewing,
"You are loved
and remembered
by all,
and remembered
by all,
Angelee"...
poets Teresinka Pereira, Ottawa Hills, Ohio,
and Ajśa Zahirović, Bosnia and Herzegovina, in Sarajevo...
poet Teresinka Pereira... poet Ajśa Zahirović...
PASSION You, in a far-away country!
Stop by.
Time The sky has many hues.
can't ever bend me down.
I have a panoramic tongue, Ti u dalekoj zemlji!
hungry eyes Navrati,
and invisible feet: nebo je visêbojno.
I am in love!
PAIXÁO A good word uttered -
Nem o tempo It is life
pode impedir-me! In the eternal vessels.
Tempo uma língua panorâmica,
olhos famintos Lijepo rečena riječ
e pés invisíveis: život
estou apaixonada! u vječnim posudama.
'Desert Flower', by Rex Sexton (for Rochelle)...
assistant editor Frosty, firmly stating,
"We won't ever forget you, Rex..."
(snuck in by bear)
a poem by ayaz daryl nielsen...
'Desert Flower', by Rex Sexton (for Rochelle)...
assistant editor Frosty, firmly stating,
"We won't ever forget you, Rex..."
(snuck in by bear)
a poem by ayaz daryl nielsen...
The Heart Dance
Open your heart
inside may be a sigh,
a stone, a river,
a golden throne
or a sliver of ice
Come, open your heart!
Open your heart
inside may be a stumble,
a dance, grandmother’s lost
eyelash, or even
empty yearning
Come, open your heart!
Open your heart
inside, a drinking song,
an immortal’s kiss, or even
ink dark loneliness
Come, open your heart!
Come with your open heart
we’ll whirl and zumba
the dance of a found
eyelash, of an immortal’s
kiss, of an ice sliver
melting, melting, melting
Come, heart of
all hearts
Come, beloved,
and dance.
annoying neighbor cat, insisting, "if a bear can sneak
into this poetry post, so can a picture of me!"
noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating:
"Mister Editor, this is what you get for being sneaky..."
ok, noble assistants, no more sneakiness
(without prior approval)
noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing,
"poetry from a most favorite human
poet, and shaman, of Eel Pie Island Dharma fame (a hippie memoir/haibun)
Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario!"...
After cold night
scraping burnt commune rice pot
on the lawn for birds
Making camp
in a vacant lot
with outcast cats
(Frosty: Blessings and belly rubs, Sir Faiers!)
Balding father Talked all night Through thin walls
hippie son ashes at dawn radio blaring
in an ancient pub girls asleep "It's All Right Now"
annoying neighbor cat, insisting, "if a bear can sneak
into this poetry post, so can a picture of me!"
noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating:
"Mister Editor, this is what you get for being sneaky..."
ok, noble assistants, no more sneakiness
(without prior approval)
noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing,
"poetry from a most favorite human
poet, and shaman, of Eel Pie Island Dharma fame (a hippie memoir/haibun)
Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario!"...
After cold night
scraping burnt commune rice pot
on the lawn for birds
Making camp
in a vacant lot
with outcast cats
(Frosty: Blessings and belly rubs, Sir Faiers!)
Balding father Talked all night Through thin walls
hippie son ashes at dawn radio blaring
in an ancient pub girls asleep "It's All Right Now"
from our beloved Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado,
poem that appeared in Yellow Mama (ed., precious Cindy Rosmus)
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
...noble assistant editor Kitty Kali:
"Mister Editor, you sneaked again..."
poet Juanita Torrence-Thompson,
Bayside, New York...
Fallen leaves
Hug emerald grass
Like a babe grasping a bottle
Soft winds transform
Scarlet and golds
Into dancing spirals of joy
Whispering and swishing
To syncopated beats
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)
