Tuesday, April 7, 2020

poets of print bear creek haiku #162: r soos, Rochelle S Cohen, Robert Beveridge, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Linda Amos, t kilgore splake, Teresinka Pereira, Nancy L Dahl, R Gerry Fabian!

                                          

            Noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing,               "Poetry, Mister Editor!  Poetry! As good as soft belly rubs with            treats during these, our oh, so difficult times"!

      Yes, so true, noble assistant! And, here are some of the poets and their poetry from bear creek haiku #162...                            

              poet r soos, Joshua Tree, California...

                       wait

                          you will be found soon

                          wounded and yet beautiful
                          rising like the moon



                
poet Rochelle S Cohen,         poet Robert Beveridge, Akron, Ohio...                     Marlton, New Jersey...              
                                          leaf falls 
A Dutch Haiku                     from the top of the tree
                                     his brothers catch him
Girl with Pearl Earring
Masterpiece by the artists                  May is here:  brazen
Vermeer and Oyster                        duck stands in the middle of
                                               the road.  None shall pass.



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

          The Earth Keeps Sabbath

            The earth keeps Sabbath
            with its endings and coming of light
            those slips and plumes of cloud rain-
            moons and sun
            the coming and falling away of breath
            frozen ground crocuses awaiting bloom
            the rattling of winds, bone,
            dried grasses and reeds
            the murmur of prayers melding
            into rock
            ashes of our ancestors making holy
            the very air we breathe


           poet Linda Amos, York, Pennsylvania...

                  "I've Come of Age..."

                      I am finding

                      Now as I am

                   Approaching age 70

                   That I much prefer

                       Anticipating

                    What lay between                    

                The covers of a new book

                      Than what lay

                    Beneath the covers                                    
     
                     With a new lover!




                 poet t kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

        loud thunder explosions              poem becoming song

      after long tongues of light           endless musical melody

         poet waiting rainbow             flowing through rivers of time



poet Teresinka Pereira, Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

        POETRY IS A RAINBOW OF FEELINGS
                       
        Poetry can moisturize our
        throat and renew the promise
        made with the first kiss.

        A beautiful aquarelle
        of a rainbow on the horizon
        without poetry, neither
        the lover's eyes get to see
        the color of the dawn,
        nor the trees away with the breeze.

        The rainbow of poetry brings
        the condition by which
        all of the world gets more life,
        including dew drops,
        the smile of the morning
        and the bluish night.



poet Nancy L DahlYpsilanti, Michigan...

      rosary beads
      each one                 a cross of pearls
      another thought         each one a prayer
                                 for world peace


poet R Gerry Fabian, Doylestown, Pennsylvania...

         Two thickets, a place

          The moody sidewalks; enter

                                       Alone, within woods

                       


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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)






Tuesday, March 31, 2020

poetry: Dennis Rhodes, t. kilgore splake, Cathy Porter, Haikuniverse, Patricia Carragon, James Peters, Toma Rosen, Ed Markowski, John Grey, Teresinka Pereira, and, Judith Partin-Nielsen...

                              
"Mister Editor!", mew Frosty and Tama,       "There's so much going on
in the world, we all need more poetry!           And more treats!"

Yes, noble assistant editors! We'll do a       post of our own beloved poets...


poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...      
       11th Commandment:
       Guard with your life               "and of kitties!" yowls Tama... 
       the innocence of children.


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

  blank page waiting

after morning espresso

  poet's brain dancing


                           wilderness haiku

                         berry stained words

                        on dry autumn leaves


        light wilderness breeze

         poet moving in music

           only he can hear


                    poet's sudden inspiration

                     after keying new poems

                        revise revise revise


poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

Roses in the snow
Defy the calendar    
Rebels with a cause  
                           My cat watches the squirrel
                           Climb the tree
                           He turns a shade      
                           Of jealousy                noble assistant Frosty:
                                                        "I'm jealous, too!"

The paw on my shoulder
Free therapy                           Behind the dryer
                                         The other sock
                                         Peeking


                                       
          noble assistant editor Kitty Kali,
    "Mister Editor, you snuck one of yours in!           Let's have poems from our                                            'that Brooklyn girl!', Patricia Carragon!"...

in a warm bed
the tuxedo cat curls up
into a ball

                   spring knows green
                           the buds on trees
                                    the blades of grass



  poet James Peters,                       poet toma rosen,
  Cottontown, Tennessee...                  "...long strange trip..." Hwy 70

  TONIGHT                                    seventy-three miles to go
                                                 Salina Kansas crossroads--
  Outside                                       land of sunflowers and
  In a sky so clear                           open fields
  The moon just near                        for as far
                                                 as the eye can see--                        
  Inside
  On the computer screen                    odd noise  begins rattling
  New poetry is seen                          under the pickup hood
                                                 with some clanking and
  Street-side                                   definite clunkin'
  Daffodils are yellow                       for good measure.
  In spring air mellow                       old-dog Rufferto
                                                 looking concerned...
  Dock-side              
  The sails are down                         guess we just
  The captains gone to town                turn up the radio'n
                                                   go for it...


   poet Ed Markowski,
              Auburn Hills, Michigan...

    hunting stories
        the old tom yawns
             and walks away


              spring fever
                 a new notch
                   on the tomcat's ear


   poet John Grey,
         Johnstown, Rhode Island...

       eyes like broken glass
       tear shards
       sharp to the touch

                                 deflated balloon
                                 high in a tree
                                 all that puffing lost in the breeze



       poet Teresinka Pereira,
              Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

       POETRY
     
        Very little is poetry.
        To some people 
        is nothing.
        But if it is the only thing
        in which we can believe,
        we can share,
        we can live,
        we can ask,
        please, caress me
        with its sound
        of passion
        because intelligence
                                                          will never
                                                          amount to so much!







poet Judith Partin-Nielsen,
         Longmont, Colorado...
                                                               
    The Hope Of It

     Where is the beauty, the Hope
     in the horror of it, you ask.
     Underneath a hard, bitter
     casement of seed is there
     an invisible bloom, a bud
     not yet conceived —  
     a fragrance only in
     the mind’s eye.
     Are we the Hope of it? 








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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)








Thursday, March 5, 2020

poets Roger D. Singer, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Steve Ausherman, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, Sarah Mahina Cavello, Jane Stuart, and, Shawnigan Lake's Joanna M. Weston!

                 poet Roger D. Singer,                      
                       Old Lime, Connecticut... 

                    HALF SMILE                 
                    Rodeo days
                    slip into
                    his dreams

                    he owns a

                    crooked walk

                    from a youth
                    of injuries

                    unshaven

                    a tipped hat
                    frayed collar
                    faithful jeans
                    boots full of
                    stories

                    wrinkles honor him
                    of places forgotten
                    and doors
                    left open

                    dogs watch him
                    without growling
                    as he moves on.


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

                     Ash Wednesday

                        Ash Wednesday
                        a charnel ground
                            meditation
                        Will I as the Phoenix
                        rise up from my own ashes




Noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama, mewing,  "Our beloved Judith! Poet Roger D. Singer!
  
        Yes! And poets from 
     bear creek haiku #161!"...


          poet Steve Ausherman,
                Albuquerque, New Mexico...

                River ice cracking                 Reports
                   in winter's darkness.              of UFOs over the city.
                Unseen forces prowl.              My inner child rejoices.



 
     poet Mary Jo Balistreri,                poet Patricia Carragon,
        Waukesha, Wisconsin...                        Brooklyn, New York...

   Maybe

   the fabric of life                                snowflakes
   unravels                                          conceptual art
   because the weave                               on my sleeves
   seeks a new design

   Maybe                                                the Persian cat
                                                          matches the weather
   wordless is the red light                           camouflage in white
   of tangled thoughts
   tiny knots
   in the knit and purl of life                    feline agenda
                                                       Make America
   Maybe                                             Purr again                                                                              
   a blank page
   the white solitude needed                        
   to clear one's mind
   and imagine a new stitch



       poet Sara Mahina Calvello,
          San Francisco, California...

    winter storm watch
    blue sky now---checking cancellations
    for the morning


                 Kazahana,
                 your name is a poem
                 windflowers.


     Strawberry muffins with strong coffee
     Quiet moments
     in changing light


Deep spring:
just a few frosts away
from summer.


            poet Jane Stuart,
               Greenup, Kentucky...

We're getting old-
the moon trembles          December-
my heart quivers             night's spell
your love stays               is broken-
by my side                    in the forest
                                owls in chorus
                                under a new moon




     
assistant editor Kitty Kali, mewing, "And our
poet from soon-to-be bear creek haiku #162!"...

 poet Joanna M. Weston,
    Shawnigan Lake, B. C., Canada...

      cedar roots
      twisting deep            bride and groom
      my DNA                   smiling
                                  sunflowers

             my sons
             wedding photos
                                            -    roses in bud





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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)








          

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

t. kilgore splake, Nancy L. Dahl, Mary Jo Balistreri, Denver Stull, Cathy Porter, Shinsho, Pogo, Kitsune, Steve Ausherman, and, Jane Stuart!

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

           wilderness haiku                    light wilderness breeze

          berry stained words                  poet moving in music

         on dry autumn leaves                   only he can hear


      poet's reflection                                blank page waiting

reality in flowing currents                        after morning expresso

    dark moonless night                             poet's brain dancing




                       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 Mary Jo Balistreri,            
                                    Waukesha, Wisconsin...

                        Maybe

                          the fabric of life
                          unravels
                          because the weave
                          seeks a new design

         Maybe

         wordless is the red light
         of tangled thoughts
         tiny knots
         in the knit and purl of life

                              Maybe

                              a blank page
                              the white solitude needed
                              to clear one's mind
                              and imagine a new stitch



Denver Stull... poet, editor, dear friend,
       from print bear creek haiku #1 (33 years ago)...

          cry of the hawk....      planting spring bulbs...
          chicken feathers        the old dog              
          in the meadow          finds his lost bone


            poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...

The heart
Traced in dust on the dash           Roses in the snow
Barely visible                           Defy the calendar
In the moonlight                       Rebels with a cause





           "Does one really have to fret about enlightenment?
                           No matter what road I travel, I'm going home."
                                                                         Shinsho


                   poet Pogo                           poet Kitsune
          Hwy 16, outside of Lawson...            Hwy 1 road trip, CA...

          coated with dust and rain-silt         power -- best kept
          a faded red lawnmower                 in the hands of
          lies forgotten                             mindless brutes
          mid-course through the                  who are the
          small summer-patch of                  most easily controlled
             dry   weed choked grass...               after  Ché Guevara...?





       poet Steve Ausherman,                     poet Jane Stuart,
        Albuquerque, Hew Mexico...                     Greenup, Kentucky...            

        Reports                                        We're getting old-
           of UFO's over the city.                    the moon trembles
        My inner child rejoices.                     my heart quivers
                                                        your love stays
                                                        by my side




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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)