Thursday, December 27, 2012

bear creek haiku - poems from the tail end - George Held, Bobbi Dykema Katsanis, Carl Mayfield, Dorothy McLaughlin, Denver Stull, Eva Alexander, Don Wentworth, Kelley Jean White, Noel Sloboda and Robert D O’Rourke


bear creek haiku - poems from the tail end -

George Held, Bobbi Dykema Katsanis, Carl Mayfield, Dorothy McLaughlin, Denver Stull, Eva Alexander, Don Wentworth, Kelley Jean White, Noel Sloboda and Robert D O’Rourke  

When I begin a new issue of bear creek haiku (111 so far), I first seek two poems, one for the cover and one for the last page (or, tail end) of that issue - and, these two poems become the, umm - inspiration?  guardians?  register?  psychoanalysts?  (Judith Partin-Nielsen, my wife, is a psychoanalyst/poet) or, maybe the medical staff, including nurses?  (among other ‘stuffs’, most of which are printable/repeatable, am a nurse)  yes! the poems on front and back end are all of these plus much more for the poems between them!  Three earlier posts presented poems from the cover, and it’s about time you and I revel in what’s on the back side of bear creek haiku!
  • we begin at the end! -


evening peace vigil    Dorothy McLaughlin
  candle flames flicker
    touched by our prayers



the vicars of St. Petersburg    Bobbi Dykema Katsanis

                                                      I met three cats in Petersburg:
                                             the literary, postal and religious.
                                             I danced with one cat in the snow,
                                             At dusk, outside the Fountain House,
                                             Where Akhmatova’s ghost is kept alive.
                                             Another got his noggin scratched.  He sat
                                             Upon the wood post office counter,
                                             Quite content.  A third,
                                             The sole parishioner (or priest?)
                                             Of Saints Peter and Paul Cathedral,
                                             Blessed me briefly, and moved on.



(wow - I am realizing the two above are among my most favorite poems bear creek haiku has had the honor of publishing)



Return to Sender    Don Wentworth

  This is the postcard
  you sent to remind yourself
  that you have 
  forgotten.

  Wake up.

  It’s sooner
  than you
  think.
   


Petroleum Blues    George Held

We got Oil in the marshes
We got Oil in the tide pools

We got Oil in the crawdads
We got Oil on the beaches

We got Oil in our future
A-throttlin’ Mother Nature

We got them ol’ Petroleum --
I said -- them ol’ Petroleum Blues



Monday morning--    Denver Stull
listening for the rooster
eaten yesterday



Moon #2    Carl Mayfield

That big white moon
So surprised

At the way things
have turned out


Blank Look #573    Carl again

                                    a ghost song
                              trips over the mountain
                              at sunrise

                              the invisible starts to get dressed
                              first in a yellow sock
                              then in the key of G


memory of you    Noel Sloboda
strutting in heels
across decades

            
               

spring frogs...    Eva Alexander

and your song too

has a note of sadness



hours on the road    Kelly Jean White  MD
laughter,  lights in the kitchen
smell of fresh baked bread



and, Robert D O’Rourke! - you need to know about Robert (Bob) because if hearts needed more warmth or my desire to continue with bear creek haiku more testosterone, he is the ‘most main dude’ (and, ok, yes!!  I need to share with you other ‘main dudes and dudettes’ in future posts!)  Bob (his age somewhere around 90) three years ago mailed bch his first attempts at poetry and pencil drawings, many of which have been/will be on the cover and the tail end of bch  (his drawing of the contented bear sitting beside bear creek and of a bear’s paw print have been in many recent issues).  He stated that the first bch acceptance of his poetic endeavors was not only a first attempt, both at writing poetry and at having his creations published, but was also incentive for ‘sticking with it’:  he now teaches ‘haiku as a meditative practice’ in Fort Collins, Colorado, especially at the Senior Center - Bob states, ‘I also am a daily meditator attempting to be awake, living moment-to-moment, compassionate along my journey’ - and he has, for 40 years, been a wood carver of Santos:  ‘noun ( pl. santos ) in Mexico and Spanish-speaking areas of the southwestern US, a religious symbol, esp. a wooden representation of a saint’ - (thank you, computer dictionary) (and the Longmont Public Library for, among many things, your free wifi) (and Perky’s coffee shop on Main and the Mister Bean coffee shop on Hover for allowing my swilling of unprecedented amounts of fine caffeinated brews and for extensive use - abuse? naw - of free wifi) 

  • Bob often uses the pseudonym Lone Crow with his published poetry, but he doesn’t use a computer, so I will let this little secret out, but don’t you tell him! -


bear creek haiku    Lone Crow
   departing
        th
           e
              ma
                   i
                    n
                        s
                          t
                           r
                            e
                              a
                                m




well, it’s impossible to convey the quality of Bob’s (I mean, Lone Crow’s) poetry without 
his pencil sketches, but I don’t know how to do that (yet) on a computer, so, anyway, here’s two more from Lone Crow -



breathing deeply
   i fill my soul
      with Autumn



sometimes 
   the muses
      are silent
          then
a flower blooms



ACROSS THE STONE WALL

Dwarfed by success
the ant drags
the cricket


  • ok, it was three more -


wherever/whoever you be, you be well!  mixed with some joy!  and create, create!
(somebody stop me) -

thanks, Frosty - (cat needs a belly rub) -


see you in a moment -

ayaz daryl nielsen



evening peace vigil    Dorothy McLaughlin
  candle flames flicker
    touched by our prayers





               

     




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