Ms Angelee Deodhar, doctor of poetic peace and communication between cultures

this image, from Ms Angelee Deodhar of Chandigarh, India, contains an obvious beauty and (for me, humbling) blessing - below the image itself, a latest international poetic endeavor of this remarkable woman of poetic peace and communication between cultures. . .  

 image credit http://hungeree.com/culture/the-silhouette-of-buddha-in-lumbini-nepal/

Haiku Sansaar

Haiku Sansaar is a new online bilingual English/ Hindi journal, presenting haiku and its related genres.  We present the work of both international and Indian poets who are well-known among their own language groups but unknown outside it.

The journal’s chief goal is to foster understanding and communication among haiku poets and readers who speak different languages so that we can learn from each other.  It is our hope that Haiku Sansaar will help to promote friendship in a truly international way.  The work will appear in both languages.

Editors : Dr. Jagdish Vyom (Hindi)
Dr. Angelee Deodhar (English) 
http://haikusansar.blogspot.jp/2013

Dr Angelee Deodhar's email address -

angeleedeodhar@gmail.com 

an admirable international endeavor, worthy of our kindest words and our best thoughts and attention -

and, in closing, the cover from Ms Deodhar's last international poetic endeavor -

a translation of Japanese haiku into Hindi through the window of English, this, and Ms Deodhar's prior translations/endeavors, "speak of her love of Japanese literature and her actions as a bridge between Japan and India", as "gifts for poets writing in Hindi".  

Thank you, Dr Deodhar (and Dr Jagdish Vyom).

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen                            darylayaz@me.com

Miriam Sagan's beautiful failures

Miriam Sagan has 60 of her haiku (a celebration of this remarkable poet's 60th birthday) in a limited edition book (100 copies) titled       
                     ALL MY BEAUTIFUL FAILURES

                                     

  cover illustration by Katsushika Hokusai  1760-1849 

among these 'failures' (which have many fine homes including bear creek haiku and have earned many fine awards) are. . .

bend in the road
you're not home
I suddenly feel it

                                           talking to crows
                                           as if expecting 
                                           news of you


                 the nun scatters 
                 her cut hair
                 for the nesting birds


                                                you tell me these ducks
                                                don't always mate for life
                                                are you flirting with me? 


footprints in snow
crescent moon, all my
beautiful failures

my birthday blessing from Miriam Sagan was receiving copy #35 - and! have been inspired to gather my 'beautiful failures' into a limited birthday edition, but, was not able to move beyond the age of three (alright, ok, it was two). . .

may we all have the extreme good fortune of failing as beautifully as has Ms Sagan
          Miriam's Well    (http://miriamswell.wordpress.com)


see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen                                      darylayaz@me.com
                                                   
poetry (11 lines or less) for consideration by bear creek haiku is mailed (perhaps with an SASE) to:
bear creek haiku
po box 3787
boulder co
80307 

Bukowski's first and last words

Rediscovering Bukowski every other month.  Near-sleep last night, reading first and last words from his poems realized they're still better than most I've written sometimes I appreciated the abbreviated poem as much as the poem in its entirety. . .

                           they need what they need
                           out here near San Pedro we have
                           you and
                           wonder.

                      one thirty-six am
                      I laugh sometimes when I think about
                      say
                      he's not alone tonight
                      and neither am
                      I.

repeat
it's an
old poem:

for their sake
and for ours.


                     4 cops

                     dogs walk the walls
                     as the submarine sinks quickly to
                     bottom.
                     I'll never return to this coffee shop
                     again.


KFAC                                                           

                                         
here I sit

again for

one more

night
along with me.



              beaujolais jadol

              the dogs of Belgium feel bad
              the lost and forsaken
              lives of so
              many.


a plate glass window

dogs and angels are not
very different
working good
all up and 
down
inside the
darkness
here.


and,

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen                                     darylayaz@me.com


above semi-desecrations extracted from Charles Bukowski's 
Love Is A Dog From Hell   
(and)   
the night torn with mad footsteps  






          
                  

'on the way home' and a 64 year marriage

on the way home. . . at Austin-Bergstrom Int'l Airport after father-in-law's funeral, the most moving moment (for me) was Judith choosing to carry one item to the plane: the American flag (for his military service) given to her at Elray's graveside. . . am re-reminded of one (of so many) sacred moments as a hospice nurse, standing beside a lovely lady as her husband moved on after 64 years of their married life together, she turned to me, and said - 

the day we were back in Colorado, an elder of mine, (and of many), a dear friend who had insisted I take his new plaid sport coat to our Texas funeral, unexpectedly, quickly moved on. . . his wife stated as we stood bedside his hospital bed 'he wanted you to keep his coat'. . .


see you in a moment

                                     ayaz daryl nielsen             darylayaz@me.com