Saturday, February 18, 2017

poets of bear creek haiku #138: normal, james b peters, claudia messelodi, jim kacian, paula yup, carl mayfield, gene gryniewicz, cathy porter, karen o'leary, and! annie jenkin!

from assistant editor tama:
"bear creek haiku #138 is in the mail, now let's share some
of our awesome poets and their poems in a blog post!"
"Yes!", says assistant editor frosty, "and then, we'll honor 'em even more with our favorite treats!"  Excellent, noble assistants! Let's begin...

normal  saugerties, new york                          

the cricket wears his comedic face;
tonight, the forest falls to its' knees

james b peters
                cottontown, tennessee

On new years day,
A sense of hope
is found in the
Bluebird on the windowsill.

claudia messelodi
                              arco, italy

May the dusk cloak drop
quickly clench the sparks of this
consuming waiting.

jim kacian
                 winchester, new york

top down
the midwest

           game night
           in the college town
           the smell of fried food



          paula yup
          spokane, washington

          After Christmas
          Hokusai datebook on sale
          paid a utility bill
          at City Hall
          mailed thank you cards
          drank coffee
          headed to get medicine
          at the clinic
          a hassle free morning
          except for snow

carl mayfield  rio rancho, new mexico


                                    curb to curb
                                    the earth cringing
                                               beneath anger
                                    dressed in frenzy
                                    fiddle music on the radio
                                    easing up
                                    on the despair

gene gryniewicz  tinley park, illinois

                     the twitch of a butterfly's wing

cathy porter  omaha, nebraska

                in between pauses
                the cat purrs
                me first

    karen o'leary  west fargo, north dakota                  

                hope chest
                full of promises

                                          snow storm
                                          the bard stares
                                          at a white sheet

annie jenkin  devon, england

As two embers flew over the ocean
they met the man in the moon,
who doffed his cap and sent his news
into silvery waters below.
Picked up by passing dolphins
it spread through ocean highways;
that your dreams were seen
by moon-lit clouds who
carried your love to the stars.

tama: "since we can't get all our loverly poets in one post, should everyone have extra-special treats now?"

frosty and i: "hooray! our fine poets, and now, our treats!"
and, apologies, will try to include everyone in upcoming posts

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

creative magic: Anne Shutan, Angelee Deodhar, Karen O'Leary, t kilgore splake, D Snethen, Haris Ichwan, and, Rex Sexton...

noble assistant editors, please, your advice- we are way behind in our promised and desired blog posts! I ask you, where do we even begin?  Frosty- "with treats?"       

Tama- "treats later, Sir Frosty- let's open an Annie Shutan door and work with what's therein..."

Frosty, "yes, let's do it!"

(Our friend Annie Shutan makes 
doors, and they're magic doors- 
one is in Colorado's state capital, others are in homes and 
buildings all over our beloved 
state and beyond)
Frosty opens the middle door:
poems with pictures and artwork! 
(sometimes called haiga)
         eagerly waiting for us!

Let's enter, and begin this post
(to a mewed chorus of hoorays)...

two haiga, ably assisted by Angelee Deodhar's creative expertise: the first, a poem by Karen O'Leary...

and- my goodness!  this one, a poem of ayaz daryl nielsen's!...
"and Frosty!" says Frosty "and Tama!" says Tama   true, true... 

from Mr D Snethen:

t kilgore splake slips in a bit of his poetic magic, inspired by and at his very own magical 'poet tree'!

     sun shining through clouds
           ghosts and angels
        looking down on earth

          poet's driven habits
        ignoring everyone else
           those talking arts

       tripping highway miles
      sipping eight ball forties
      deep in upper peninsula
       closing in on paradise

noble assistants, we could go on much longer, yet, let's find a worthy 
way to conclude this post, and we'll open another of Annie's magic doors again soon...
"yes", says Tama, "and we'll close with the artwork of Rex Sexton, whom we dearly miss (this one's especially for you, Rochelle)"

                                 Heartbreak Hotel

Tama, "and we'll leave through yet another magic door, that of
Haris Ichwan's!"  
"and we'll all have a favorite treat!" says Frosty...
yes, noble assistants...

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

poets of bear creek haiku #138: Annie Jenkin, Jim Kacian, Carl Mayfield, Claudia Messelodi, James B Peters, t kilgore splake, and, Chole!

tama, our very happy assistant 
editor, stating- "more loverly
poetry from soon-to-be
bear creek haiku #138, and!                        

we have yet another 
best friend forever!"  
an equally excited assistant 
editor frosty, stating-

"she's from Italy, her 
name is Chole!" 
"a loverly name, and,' says tama,
"here she is:"

Chole lives with Claudia Messelodi,
of Arco, Italy, 
we're delighted we can share two 
of Claudia's fine poems...

    The wind ruffles the
    sparse auburn mane of autumn
    shedding tears of gold.

       Swirls of autumn leaves,
       the wind urge stirs up the hill-
       scrawls on a blank page.

from Jim Kacian, of Winchester, Virginia...

top down
the midwest 

                     game night 
                     in the college town
                     the smell of fried food

                                                      Sunday morning
                                                      a jazz riff
                                                      in the mockingbird's call 

as always, admiration for the poetry of t kilgore splake, grey-bearded writing wonder of Calumet, Michigan. . .

lost in creative madness
    ink burning page
  elusive muse beaten
                                                      older chinese poets
                                                      living in mountains
                                                        lost in pale mist

           Messengers, from Annie Jenkin, Devon, England...


                   As two embers flew over the ocean
                   they met the man in the moon,
                   who doffed his cap and sent his news
                   into silvery waters below.
                   Picked up by passing dolphins
                   it spread through ocean highways;
                   that your dreams were seen
                   by moon-lit clouds who
                   carried your love to the stars.

(a visit from a bear who lives
near us on bear creek)

and, from dear friend James B. Peters 
                                   Cottontown Tennessee

on new year's day,
A sense of hope
is found in the
Bluebird on the windowsill

New Year's morning breakfast,
Aromas fill the kitchen,
Cinnamon rolls in the oven,
The skillet frying bacon,
and the coffee slowly brewing.

Staying up till midnight
Is what she said she'd do,
But when the hour came
Sleep had kept the new year
Unknown until two hours after dawn.


last, a poet we're just plain fond of- Carl Mayfield, 
Rio Rancho, New Mexico...

                     somewhere nearby
                          a rooster
                       gives it another try



                                 In the evening when the trees
                                 are in recovery from sunlight
                                 the color and sound of new leaves
                                 passes between worlds, more worlds
                                 than we can bear in this life.
                                 Not needing a name to find their way,
                                 the trees energy at first light
                                 with a fluttering hello, simple one:
                                 you new in town?

and that's all for now!
"Chole, I'll talk to you soon!", states tama 
"Me, too!", says frosty

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Thursday, December 29, 2016

poets of bear creek haiku #137: Martha Christina, Bijoy Kumar Dubey, Chris Faiers, Ilma Fontes, Carl Mayfield, Bradley Mcilwain, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Teresinka Pereira, and! David Sermersheim!

"Welcome, friends!," 
from assistant editor tama 
"and here are some of the thirty-five poets on the pages of 
bear creek haiku #137!"                                                

"Can't help but love 'em all," 
asserts assistant editor 
frosty, "and! here we go..."

things unfold
as they do
and even in that
there is
a special beauty

judith partin-nielsen   longmont, colorado

               The Road
                 if the road is willing
                 and the way 
                 not to hard
                 we may meet again
                 at the end
                 of the beginning
                 and start again

                 david sermersheim  
                 westbrook, connecticut



           Poetry of man,
           Poetry of earth,
           Poetry of time,
           Share I with.

           Poetry of man,
           Poetry of life
           And poetry of the world
           Am I where?

           bijoy kumar dubey   
           west bengal, india

                      hawks soar
                      on the shortest day
                      of 2016

                                        chris faiers   marmora, ontario

muddy path
boots press on
always seeking

bradley mcilwain
brooklin, ontario

across the kitchen table
          our fingers
        losing the way

carl mayfield
rio rancho, new mexico


Into the fog,
five gulls
then, reappear,
like memories of you.        martha christina    bristol, rhode island


               Me?  Did I forget?   
                 I don't know any more what                  
                 I was looking for
                 But I know I did not find
                 a thing
                 I was not found
                 but I found myself
                 ah!  What did I say?
                 I don't know, I got lost
                 but it doesn't matter, soon
                 the wheel of life
                 will bring it back again.

                 ilma fontes  aracaju, brazil
                 teresinka pereira, translator
                 toledo, ohio

teresinka pereira, for all of us,

                              Happy 2017 are our 
                              wishes from my house
                              to your house!

assistant editors: "Everyone, Happy New Years, with extra special treats and unexpected blessings for all!"

see you in a 2017 moment

ayaz daryl nielsen



Thursday, December 8, 2016

Yasuomi Koganei: "Haiku Poems and Short-short Stories", and! the Meguro International Haiku Circle!

assistant editor Tama:                                                   

"we're filled with excitement!
We have Yasuomi's
print collection of
poetry and writings
(in Japanese and English) 
and! a haiku collection 
from Meguro International 
Haiku Circle's workshops, 
July 2009 thru Dec. 2013!"
"and, they sent us kitty treats!" yelps assistant editor Frosty. . .

in the May breeze
  staring at ants
    the jobless

  God's finger
scratches the earth

central station
in the twilight--
suspended dreams

from the heartland of haiku and all related forms, we're
delighted Yasuomi sent us these two poetry books. . .

assistant editor Tama: "we must join the
Meguro International Haiku Circle!
Poets from so many lovely places!"

assistant editor Frosty, asking "from Croatia children?"
yes, Frosty, haiku from Croatian children, including
Robert Mic (thirteen years old) -

forest in the mist
the bare tips of a tree
reach the sky

"and the poetry, prose, haiga, international poetry festivals and workshops, everything one's haiku heart desires, and, in English and Japanese!" states Tama

"how about a poem from Stockholm?" asks Frosty. . .
Here's one, of several, from Robert Scott!

                           with the snow
                           a letter from home

Frosty, "what about a French Canadian poet?"  Yes, this anthology
has them, including no other than André Duhaime, awarded the Canada-Japan Literary Award:
                rain and hunger
                if Bashō brought me a banana
                I wouldn't say no

Frosty, about to say: "how about"/umm, Frosty, how about we soon taste the treats Yasuomi sent us?

"hooray for Yasuomi!", yelp happy assistant editors Tama and Frosty

HAIKU  2oth Anniversary  Meguro International Haiku Circle
Published by Meguro International Haiku Circle
editors: Chief: Yasuomi Koganei, also, Juichi Masuda, Kenichi Ikemoto, Michiko Murai, Yasuhiko Shirota, Midori Tanaka. . .

(Tama:  "we have many highly-respected Tanaka families here in Longmont, Colorado, USA!  They were instrumental in creation of
our five-story Pagoda of Compassion!")


and!  Haiku Poems and Short-short Stories
by Yasuomi Koganei
ISBN978-4-903944-18-0   COO92
why don't we all email these lovely folk with our curiousnesses about and support of their loverly creativeness?            

now, it's treats for everyone!
with happy mews from assistant editors Tama and Frosty

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Thursday, November 17, 2016

The Poet's Dog by PATRICIA MacLACHLAN, poetically beauteous, filled with heart...

assistant editor's Tama and Frosty, elated by a tail they've discovered 'and we so want to share it with you', purrs Tama
'and that's tale, not tail,
mr. editor', 
mews frosty                           

sorry, noble assistants, 
just kidding! 
please, share your 
tale with us...

'this lovely story', 
says Tama, 'about Teddy,
by Patricia MacLachlan, 
speaks for itself, for kids,
for dogs, and for poets!'
'and kitties', adds Frosty 
'it's for and about all of us!' 

'But only poets
And children

'More, Teddy!"
Our hero, Teddy
the Irish wolfhound,
speaking to the poet
in all of us:

In a fierce winter storm
Nickel and Flora are brave
But afraid
A dog finds them
Speaks words
And brings them to shelter                    
The Poet's cabin
Has light and food
And love
But where is the Poet?
Teddy will tell the story
Of how words make poems
And connect those who hear
Each other'                        

surviving loss, recapturing love...
                                   our bookshelves need Teddy on them!

'And it will have a home among other lovely books we've reviewed for our young poets and our poetically young at heart', insists Tama

'Teddy's Sylvan will be waiting for Teddy on Rainbow Bridge, won't he, Tama' states Frosty

'yes, Frosty, that he will'
            Tama, purring. . .

The Legend of Rainbow Bridge
William N Britton
illustrated by
Dandi Palmer

'and we so love Anna Harper Freeman's
 'Love You More 
Than Anything', 
states Tama

Frosty: 'and we know her, too!'

illustrated by Jed Henry


by Eric Kimmel                      

illustrated by 
Trina Schart Hyman

'we're so fortunate to have our Hershel's', says Tama
'and our Teddy's!' adds Frosty

noble assistants, you have more than earned your treats. . . let's go have them!
A chorus of meows among our very fondest goodbye's 

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen