Friday, March 20, 2015

Ndongolera C Mwangupili, Peggy Dugan French, Nola Obee, Kitunsé, Ali Znaidi

poems from bear creek haiku #125. . .  

because of the broad variety and beauty of poetry received,  have considered changing the name to bear creek poetry. . .  but!  bear creek haiku and I and all the poets published/to be published therein have been/will be 'dream teamers' for almost thirty (+) years, so!. . . not gonna do it -   dilemma resolved.  
                                                 Here we go:

ndongolera c mwangupili (mzuzu, malawi)

Birth, like bathing,
is always new;
being born, like breathing,
is constantly fresh.
We bath at our birth
and we begin to breathe.

Birth, bathing and beathing
are analogous yet diverse
and each day, which makes a year, is
our birth, our bathing and our breathing.

Mr. Mwangupili is Senior Inspector of Schools, NED (Northern Education Division) of Malawi - i have read his worthy poems in other stateside publications, including online at 'Whispers in the Wind - poetry - ed. Karen O"Leary' (send her your poetry): a genuine pleasure to see poets from Malawi recognized worldwide (and this gentleman is, of course, not the only Malawian poet deserving international accolades)  

Subway Tales

the 1 train
2 minutes away
crammed to perfection

Subway Tales, by 
Peggy Dugan French,
a good friend always
accepting poetry for her
print publication Shemom  by email ( 
     - or by postal -
2486 Montgomery Ave 
Cardiff, California  
USA  92007
                          yellow and brown leaves arrayed
                          on the creek's gray granite rocks
                          mark the turn of life's current
                          to cold dormancy

                          water divides around them
                          ready for the carapace
                          cells congealed and motion slowed
                          seasoned for absence

             poet Nola Obee  Armstrong, British Columbia, Canada

  The male cardinal
  In the maple
  Sings of spring 
  Wit-to, wit-to,
  Wit, wit, wit wit.
                     poet James Peters
                     (a favorite dude)
                           Cottontown, Tennessee


  old voyeur moon
  sees all my indiscretions
                     poet  Kitsuné (perhaps Mexico) 

and, will again present Ali Znaidi's poem from the cover of #125
*our prayers for the fine nation of Tunisia, and, we just know that      Tunisia and it's fine peoples will thrive. . . thrive. . . thrive*

a crow
on the windowsill
a pond of ink
                                              poet Ali Znaidi

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen           

and assistant editor the Froster 
sends his blessings


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