2021 poets!... Peggy Dugan French, Cathy Porter, Nancy L Dahl, Lisa Reynolds, Art Elser, t. kilgore splake, Anthony Ward, Chris Faiers, Mary Jo Balistreri, and Judith Partin-Nielsen!...

                            

 Noble Assistant Editor Frosty, mewing!... Insistently!!!...

"Poetry, Mister Editor!  We all need our brand new 2021 poetry, today, tomorrow!  And all the poetic pathways to 2022!"

Yes, Frosty!  And we'll begin with poet and editor (SHEMOM) Peggy Dugan French wishing everyone happiness!                                 

                    "And TREATS!", purrs Sir Frosty...     

            poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

              Happy barks                 The cardinal            

                         Senior dog                   In the snow

                           Adopted                   Chirps comfort

            poet Nancy L Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

YOUR THREE LINERS POET'S           KINDNESS TO ALL THE PEOPLE

 BRING HAPPINESS AND KINDNESS     ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD

  TO THE WORLD IN 2021                WILL BRING PEACE OF EARTH

             poet Lisa Reynolds, Ajax, Ontario... 

         take me to that place

         where our days begin and end

         with simple pleasures

                             we’re miles apart

                             but I undress like you're here

                             about to touch me

             poet Art Elser, Denver, Colorado...

          the day's winter clouds    

          look like some rumpled bedding  

          left by the old year

                          across the dark rug

                          where the full moon has walked

                          footprints of gold

         poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

   snowflakes from heaven

        covering earth                   tiny raindrop

      carpet of diamonds              wet green leaf

                                          lightness of being

                      early morning silence

                      campfire creating poet

                          life born in heat

        poet Anthony Ward, Durham, England...

          The crunch of icy puddles

          Under my weight

          Reminds me I'm not a ghost

                       Light wading through the trees

                       Shadows grow taller along the path

                       First leading then following

             poet Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario...

        Through thin walls

        radio blaring                   Walking to mediation

       "It's All Right Now"             through fresh snow

        poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

                         the solstice

                         candling the dark

                         this new beginning

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

                          things unfold

                          as they do

                          and even in that

                          there is

                          a special beauty

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)...

poets!... Kelley Jean White, Claudia Keelan, John Parsons, Wayne F Burke, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Jane Stuart, Ed Markowski, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, and r soos!...

Noble assistant Kitty Kali, meeewwwwwingggg, "Poetry!  Poetry, Mister Editor!  Kitties, people, the dog next door, the bear who lives beside bear creek, even hamsters, need their poetry!"

Yes, thank you, Kitty, so!  Let's begin with poet Kelley Jean White!...

  poet Kelley Jean White, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...

   left the city                             spun cocoon

   left the town, even the village        who waits

   glad now of a dirt road               inside?

    Kelley's poems from Spun Cocoon, Origami Poems Project

             poet Claudia Keelan, Las Vegas, Nevada...

                      Towards

     

                       It was love

                       and then it was poetry

                       but it was poetry

                       that believed in love.

                       It was doubt and then

                       well, it was faith

                       but it was poetry

                       we worried the beads of.

                       It was life and then

                       - or before then?

                       in the actual face of,

                       in the deep pilings of

                       fallen in the bagged old city of -

                       and then it was life -

                       savaged in the mouthings,

                       scraped in the garbage tin

                       of, eaten in the holy, oh holy day of -

                       it was life, but it was poetry

                       we closed her lids with.

     poet John Parsons, East Sussex, United Kingdom...

       clear evening skies             old badger's path

       a new moon gently holds      dog tooth violets

       our shadow's presence          line it with blooms

          poet Wayne F Burke, Barre, Vermont...

  drooping heads of sunflowers    pigeons flying off the

  bowing                               lawn, a round of applause

  to the inevitable                    I did nothing to deserve

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

   Each Day

    each day a poem

    breeze ruffling my hair

    a glimpse of mountains

    behind floating cloud silhouettes

    afternoon sun through the window

    falling cross the empty pages

         waiting on my desk

                  Wedding Dress

          wedding dress still hanging

            in the back of the closet

             all these glorious years

 poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...

                 Twisted lips

                 kissing

                 upside down

       poet Ed Markowski, Auburn Hills, Illinois...

  harvest moon                house of mirrors              

     still, the scarecrow          the shady character

        sleeps on its feet            my shadow comes home to

    poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

       blazing firewood          frosted window panes

        we drink cider            spangles of dreamscapes

          with a bite               like antique lace

     poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

           sleeping kittens          tails of tomcats

           on the bed                territorial showdown

           furball quilt               Brooklyn howl

               poet r soos, Joshua Tree, Califoria...

    poets                            peace

    sleep in the morning            silencing the mind

    with precise humility            passing as focused wisdom

    haunting their old dreams      when life moves too fast

 

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)...

Poets!... Cathy Porter, Khalil Gibran, Don A Ryan, Rochelle S. Cohen, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Mary Jo Balistreri, Peggy Dugan French and Leonard Nimoy, John McDonald, and 'that Brooklyn girl' Patrica Carragon!...

   

Assistant editors Frosty         and Tama, mewing!!!...

"Poetry, Mister Editor! Kitties, people, all our friends worldwide and beyond need their poetry! Poets and poems, Mister Editor!"

  Yes, noble assistants!  So true, and! Let's begin write now!...

             poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

          under the leaves           the yellow rose

          laughter                     of friendship

          childhood echoes          first base for lovers

   Happy barks       The cardinal         On my lap

   Senior dog        In the snow          7 pounds of comfort

   Adopted           chirps comfort       purring

             poet Don A Ryan, Chicago, Illinois...

        QUEEN BEE

        Has hundreds of Sugar          Wink at a star

        Daddies bringing home the     & it will wink back.

        Honey each day.

     poet Rochelle S. Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey...

           Or, did fate already write her story as she

         guilelessly glides toward a destiny in waiting?

         When our own autumn arrives, we contemplate

     our life's game of hopscotch.  Where the pebble landed, 

     how well we hopped through the course.  Crisp autumn 

     winds swirl the lingering leaves over the pastel court.

                      There's no turning back.

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

                Sugar Wolf

                  "Sugar Wolf loves u"

                     homeless poet leaves

                     his calling card --

                     back side of the postal box                                                                    

poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...

STILLBORN

Afterwards, I never saw you again.

An unmarked box.  An unmarked common grave.

Forgive us.  We had no money.

They gave us your birth certificate.

We inscribed your name, Daniel Joseph.

You were clothed in love.

I remember your high cheekbones, shock

of black hair.  It was your father's.

He's gone now, too.

           I SAY YES  

            Shimmering but cold, late afternoon rides

            across day.  Pushed by wind, the Gulf moves

            fast but without ripples.  And though the wind

            negates the sun's warmth, it cannot erase

            the diamond-dazzle or sheen of light

            swallowing sailboats in its maw.

            Gerard Manley Hopkins comes in on a wave--

            on a wave his concept of inscape, living into

            the thing, living into this blinding brightness,

            entombed in its womb--saltwater sea,

            amniotic fluid, floating cloud.         

            I cannot explain what's happening or the rise 

            of joy.  But I can say Yes, Yes to everything.

   Peggy Dugan French and Leonard Nimoy...

          poet John McDonald, Edinburgh, Scotland...

  deep i the wuids           deep in the woods

  a bob of daffins           a bunch of daffodils           

  ringit roon wi caunles    surrounded by candles

         a harplin chiel                a limping man

         amang the craws             among the crows

         ...aw sweein in hermony     ...all swaying in harmony

Noble assistant editor Frosty: "Kitty poems from our own dear 'that Brooklyn girl', Patricia Carragon!"...

  eyes of the cat witch               by the window          

  hypnotize her devotees             a snowflake meltdown 

  cuteness wins more treats         amuses the cat

                         Brooklyn felines

                              cattitude

                     comes with the territory

         And, last! From Kitty Kali, Frosty, Tama, Judith, and ayaz daryl, from each and all here at Bear Creek...

                      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)