Peggy Dugan French and St. Teresa, Rebecca Lilly and Pine, Rock and Fog (from Lalitamba), Steve Ausherman, James B. Peters, Patricia Carragon, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Peggy and Pablo Neruda, Nancy L Dahl, Carl Mayfield's 'Biscuits and Gravy'!

 
 Noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama, mewing:

   "Poetry and poets (and kitties), Mister Editor!

   A new post of favorite poets and their poems!"

Yes, poetry!  As presented in our last post,  There is no escape from poetry... every moment shall be made into poetry... every moment is eternity.

                                                   -R. H. Blyth

from Peggy Dugan French (of print pub. SHEMOM fame), her latest blog post       (at Happy Friday poems)...

  

And! A most favorite/best of print publication, Lalitamba, from Chintamani books, New York, recently published a 96-page selection of Rebecca Lilly's poems titled Pine, Rock, and Fog...

                                            

    poet Rebecca Lilly...
                                    
    As if wind questioned
    it, one crow lifts at sundown,
    a blindman's eyebrow.

    Silence.  Then a train's 
    horn echoes through the distance
    dim with rising mist.

    Each question, a bird,
    the seer said.  To know the truth,
    follow the flight's curve.


assistant editor Kitty Kali:  "And! Our bear creek haiku #161 will feature these most mewtiful poets and their poems!"...


poet Steve Ausherman, Albuquerque, New Mexico...

      Reports
         of UFOs over the city.
      My inner child rejoices.

                                    Fireplace ash.
                                       Last night's dreams
                                    Carried away
                                      By falling snow.


    poet James B. Peters, Cottontown, Tennessee...

                 Here are a few thoughts.

The sky's aglow                     After the rain
The harvest moon rising           The silence 
Deer on the lawn                   In morning fog.


     In the shade                                   Hot and dry
     Of the old barn                               The neighbor's mower
     Three summer born calves                   Raises a dust cloud

poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
                                                         

              

      Valentine's Day     
      I'd rather kiss your cat    
      than you

      assistant editor Frosty: 'Lucky Kitty!"

Valentine's Day
cat leaves heart-shaped poop
inside your slippers

                          Valentine's Day
                          kitty kisses
                          smell like tuna

noble assistant editor Frosty:  "Our beloved Judith Partin-Nielsen!"...

     Longing 
     to enter
     that fortress of stone
     to be seen                                          what is the cost
     and known and needed                          of this lost land?
     for those things                                    more than blood,
     that are lacking.  To                               history or beauty
     climb its towers of beauty                         or anyone's broken
     and open its ornate doors                               heart
     that lead deeper and deeper
     into the paths of belonging.


      another haiga from our Peggy Dugan French's "Friday Poems!"

poet Nancy L. Dahl, Ypsilanti, Michigan...

              have an open mind                 love that was given
              regardless of what happens        memories are never lost
              have an open heart                 internal light shines


poet Carl Mayfield, Albuquerque, New Mexico, from little books press
artist, Wayne Hogan...

               'I Would Also Like to Mention Biscuits and Gravy'

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)

Patricia Carragon's 'MEOWKU'! Don Wentworth's 'With a Deepening Presence'!

noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing, "Mister Editor,

your assistants- Tama, Kitty Kali, and I- feel especially cozy

with two of the new poetry collections we've received,

          and, let's mew a blog post about 'em!"

  Yes, Frosty, and I feel the same way, so! You go, kitties!

from 'that Brooklyn Girl', poet and our dear friend Patricia Carragon, her poems and photographs:

      

             MEOWKU     (POETS WEAR PRADA)

from long time friend, someone we've long admired (Lilliput Review, and, Issa's Untidy Hut, and, his former poetry collections) Don Wentworth: 

      With a Deepening Presence   (SIX GALLERY PRESS)

noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing, "On Don's cover! My namesake, Kali, Goddess of Creation & Destruction!"

Kitty Kali... you've been appropriately named... 

Kitty Kali: "per Charles Bukowski, 'Cats tell you without effort all there is to know.'"

  Kitty, he also said, 'Cat is the beautiful devil...' 

And!  

       Noble assistant editor Tama, insisting, 

          "Poetry, mister Editor!  It's time 

       for some of Patricia's and Don's poems!"

Yes!  From 'that (one-and-only) Brooklyn girl', 

                                  Patricia Carragon...

topaz sunlight                                        sleeping kittens

the storefront cat          kitty rubs               on the bed 

makes eye contact         against your legs      fur ball quilt

                              free massage

noble assistant Tama, mewing "And here's the poem she wrote for me!..."

(for Tama)                                   

the goddess meows                         the maneki-neko

         Kishigawa's good fortune                  waves her calico paw

                 calico's blessing                             "meowzel nov"

our most heartfelt congratulations,

                        kitty Patricia Carragon!

Frosty, firmly mewing:

"Now! Poems from another hero of ours: Don Wentworth! 

                 (for Laurie, {a small sample of} these whorls of dust)

3 am 

first the house settling                           each mistake

then the heart                                    one step closer     

                                                       to the path

                                                             (after Buson)

                          We are the bees of the invisible

                                        -Rainer Maria Rilke  Trans. R F C Hull

       inside extraordinary ordinary
                                                        by the way   the way

     temple 
 without walls                 among the ruins
spring meadow                saplings and grasses
                                 the goddess abides

                                           "and kitties!" mews Kitty Kali...

There is no escape from poetry... every moment shall be made into poetry... every moment is eternity.
                                           -R. H. Blyth

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)

Our friends, poets, their poetry!... Rochelle Cohen, Rex Sexton, Chris Faiers, Don Wentworth, r. soos, Carl Mayfield, Teresinka Pereira, Harry Roman, John Parsons, a touch of Heartbreak Hotel...

                                       

noble assistant editor's Frosty, Tama, and Kitty Kali,     

mewing- "Poetry, Mister Editor!  Our dear poet friends, and, their poems!"...

   poet Rochelle Cohen, Marlton, New Jersey,

   from 'Stopover in Stavanger'...

   Now, thirty-eight years later, I stare at your

   final painting, white, faceless figures floating

   in a starlit, black universe.  Is this a message

   for me, a hidden map to know where you are?

   Time is fluid outside the earth reality.  I'll go

   back to that tarmac.  Stargazing in Stavanger,

   I will find you.

               poet/artist Rex Sexton, from "In Dream"...

               Our love will never fade

               So long my lady

               May sweet dreams enfold you

               We'll dance together

               On the stardust again.

  poet Sir Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario...  every day, walking beside,      

                                         swimming within the Crowe River...

 swim slide           trumpeters                   loon trill gone

 arching into         long necks stretching       replaced by trumpeter        

 icy river             out river curves             echoing

editor ayaz daryl...  "Noble assistants, Sir Chris Faiers and I are the same age!"

  noble assistant editor Kitty Kali... "Stop it!  You're scaring Sir Chris!"

ass't ed. Frosty, "from favorite friend, poet Don Wentworth, a new 95-page collection of poems!  'With a Deepening Presence', from Six Gallery Press!...

in the end, the beginning -       temple             intervention

    all names etched           without walls         for anger

         in moss                spring meadow

                                                           a falling

                                                           leaf

(for Laurie)

legendary poet/editor/publisher r. soos, Joshua Tree, California, from 

the 145 page poetry collection 'during the music', Cholla Needles Press...

    wait                                       voice     

    you will be found soon                you pick the flowers

    wounded and yet beautiful            from the garden of my heart

    rising like the moon                    proud of your singing

  wife                                                                      art

  my hand cannot write                              the canvas becomes

  when faced with your dark whispers         a life apart from artist

  only touch your skin                                  capable of breath

poet Carl Mayfield, Rancho, New Mexico, from his latest poetry collection, 'I Would Also Like to Mention Biscuits and Gravy', little books press, artist, Wayne Hogan...

Ike and Copper                                Dewey County, Oklahoma

Names meant nothing to the horses.         A south wind blows across
They know how long I would be seated.    the hillside cemetery.
When they looked at me there was          My father and I walk
no distance between us,                       from grave to grave,
no place to be someone else.                 telling stories to let those    
Names meant nothing to the horses.         absent know we haven't
                                                  forgotten them.  What
                                                  we remember is what
                                                  we have to keep the wind
                                                  out of our voices.

                          

                                                                                               

noble assistant editor Tama, mewing, "and, preview a poem from print bear creek haiku #161!"...

poet Teresinka Pereira,            

Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

IT IS TIME                          poet Harry Roman,

                                       East Orange,

The Globe                           New Jersey...

is a head in flames

although people                     yellow and white

still do not believe it.             aromatic delight:

                                       honeysuckle

The density

of the green forests 

and the celestial blue             ramshackle home         

of the sea                           flowering bushes

are all gone                        hoping for renewal

while waiting for people's

consciousness

to help liberate them

from greed,                        faded old flag

abuse, and demand               rusty pole   

for commodities.                  long time celebrant

Now it is time

to recognize air,                 

water and the Earth

are worth much more             

than money. 

            poet John Parsons, E. Sussex, UK...

 drum solo                        harvest feast

    his throbbing                     mouse in mouth

       jugular                            the barn cat trots in

and, a touch of Heartbreak Hotel...

                  

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)

poets! Dennis Rhodes, Kelley Jean White, t. kilgore splake, Cathy Porter, Jane Stuart, Rick Smith, James B. Peters, Ed Markowski, Corey D. Cook, Darrell Lindsey, Judith Partin-Nielsen! Patricia Carragon's MEOWKU!

      noble assistant editor Kitty Kali: "A new poetry post! And I'll just do it!"

        poetry from the noble poets of print bear creek haiku #160. . .

poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...

         Mr. Buff

          My friend David once had a cat.

          His name was Mr. Buff.  He was

          a portly feline welcome mat.

          He couldn't get enough

          affection.  He was charismatic,

          loved humans dearly.

          He was ecstatic

          when his belly was being rubbed:

          purred like a lawnmower.

          Gray as a rainy day,

          was never known to

          scare a mouse

          much less catch one!

          I would 

          sometimes feed Mr. Buff

          when David was away.  So

          cool and sophisticated that cat

          was--loved Fancy Feast and

          washed it down

          with Chardonnay.

    (with able assists from poet pl. wick, 

                      and! CASAS Aninal Shelter Pawprints Quarterly #52)

poet Kelley Jean White, 

         Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...            

                                                        poet t. kilgore splake,

I thought of death                                     Calumet, Michigan...

as a great cold stillness               

now I see her                                        others lost in dreams

as a strong but gentle wind                           

warm enough, cool enough, for song.             you just went ahead

          

                                                        started writing poetry

                          reading poem to himself    
                                      

                          silent unheard sounds

                          gentle music of soul

 poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

           The best advice

           Knows its place            Happy barks

           In the room               Senior dog

                                        Adopted

        poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...

Drumbeats 

in the forest                  Flowers in the snow...

before sunrise                tiny crocus

trees talk of another        dressed in bright sunlight

snowy day

   

                      Earth turns

                       shadows fall

                        a cloudlit sky

                         the waning moon

poet Rick Smith, 

Alta Loma, California...       She speaks no English

                                  just perfect Spanish and French.

                                  Somehow we manage.

     Desperate coyote,

     he jumps at a crescent moon,

                               he smells it from here. 

  poet James B. Peters,                            poet Ed Markowski,
Cottontown, Tennessee...                             Chicago, Illinois...           

    ALMOST-KU                                    Essence

    almost 5 a.m.                                        On                  
    the rooster crowing                                 the
    in the barnyard
                                                            inside
almost the end of the road                            and
the last house
before the river                                          outside
                                                            of
    almost home
    from the back seat                                  this
    are we there yet                                     full

in the morning                                          length
frost on the lawn                                       mirror
almost winter
                                                            every
    more than eighty years                              thing
    almost the end
    of a good life                                       about
                                                            me
    Just a minute                              
  As another haiku                                       is
       Matures                                             an

                                                             allusion
                                                             to                                  

                                                             an
                                                             illusion

poet Corey D. Cook, East Thetford, Vermont...

    nightly pilgrimage to the bar   neighbors' sprinklers go tsk tsk tsk

                                  in his lapel                    
                                  a heart-shaped leaf
                                  golden anniversary

     

    

                noble assistant the Froster:                                

                "Mister Editor, us kitties are mewing

                        and prancing, too!  We're going

                               to complete this new post!"

             poet Darrell Lindsey,

                   Nachodoches, Texas...

                                sumi-e mountains

                                a blackbird tries to fly

                                from the drying ink...

                         

                          "and!," mews assistant editor Frosty,                            

                             "a poem from our beloved 

                                 Judith Partin-Nielsen"...

                    

                             Longing                                            

                             to enter                                                 

                             that fortress of stone                                          

                             to be seen
                             and known and needed

                             for even those things                                    

                             that are lacking.  To

                             climb its towers of beauty

                             and open its ornate doors

                             that lead deeper and deeper
                             into the paths of belonging.

                                                                                                              

noble assistant editors, here is the cover of our bestest friend

              Patricia Carragon's newest collection of mewtiful poems!

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)