poetry from bear creek haiku, issue #133

  lost love memories                                        

      remembering

toothbrush in bathroom

ash tray cigarette smell

vanilla candle burning 

     day after day

         forever

t. kigore splake

               calumet  michigan

sunbeam - 

kitten stretching

just one paw

scoops up

the warmth of sun

lysa collins

         white rock  british columbia

   

The Daily Morning

After eggs
and toast

here is day

already fraying

at the lapels

Ah well press on

There is more

to life than living

carl mayfield    rio rancho  new mexico                                     dennis saleh

                                                            seaside  california

                                                                                 

3 am

first the house settling

then the heart

                                        misreading a line by Rilke

                                        sparrow goes back

                                        to the branch

                        don wentworth      pittsburgh pennsylvania

                                                         

   

                                               

this has been fun - we've all earned treats and belly rubs!

"yay!" (from tama, frosty, judith, jo balistreri + peggy dugan french)

                               "treats and belly rubs for all of us!"

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                                        darylayaz@me.com

                                                        (and/or)

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the poetry of bear creek haiku, issue #133

poets and their poetry. . .                   bear creek haiku #133. . .

                                     

tropical summer

my bamboo

grows another foot

christina sng  

singapore

fish in the stream

appear larger than they are

so this too shall pass

robert wooten

durham  north carolina

at the piano

old hands 

still know the tune

candi cooper-towler

longmont  colorado

sitting zazen…

doves fly

into my meditation

jo balistreri

genesee depot  wisconsin

an old hymn

sung with gusto

comfort food

joanna m. weston

shawnigan lake  british columbia

                                                                          

                                                  years of confusion

                                                leading to this sparrow

                                                 watching me closely

                                                                      

                                                                                            

two big things

he says, holding up

three fingers 

wood pigeon

peeking at my window

what do you think?

                          for joy mccall

                       

                       

         don wentworth

         pittsburgh  pennsylvania                                                           

                                                          

The carnations are flowering again.

Into human hearts

They are breathing contentment.

 dr. ajša zahirović

 sarajevo   bosnia and herzegovina

from tama and frosty:                                

"we love 'em all, and!                                    

how about one from our 

good friend, james peters?

and then treats!"

yes, fine idea, ass't. ed.s!

A teenager 

Hits the road

First car

Free.                               james peters

                                                   cottontown tennessee

treats and back rubs for everyone! and

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                                            darylayaz@me.com

                                                              (and/or)

                                                              darylayaz@gmail.com

                 

Ken McConnellogue, Patti Smith, poetry and Easter's martyrs. . . "It all leads to each other. We become ourselves."

A century ago, about 1,200 Irish women and men - poets and dreamers - initiated a poorly organized, short-lived rebellion against brutal British rule.  Patrick Pearse, one of the leaders, shortly before execution, wrote to his mother, "Our deeds of last week are the most splendid in Ireland's history.  People will say hard things about us now, but we shall be remembered by posterity and blessed by unborn generations."  Seemingly a dismal failure, yet, stirred by the brutality of the executions, Ireland's "slumbering nationalist movement awakened" - in 1949, Ireland achieved full nationhood.
Ken McConnellogue, poet and journalist, amidst his Denver Post article: "the doomed, foolhardy, splendid effort galvanized the Irish then and continues to this day.  It was not a bad week's work for poets and dreamers who became martyrs to their nation's cause, remembered by posterity and blessed by unborn generations."
Ken McConnellogue (kieranmc13@gmail.com)

Patti Smith, in her latest,
    'M Train' (winner of the National Book Award),
states

"Where does it all lead?  
What will become of us?. . .

                                   It all leads to each other.
                                   We become ourselves."     

Easter's magnificent martyrs, leading us back to each other.

Beloved wife Judith, with ancestors from County Derry, directed me to Ken's article, even as  

ass't. ed.'s Frosty and Tama 

 

insisted we create this post -

"we have feline ancestors

in County Derry, too!"



(from 'A New Zealand Prayer Book')

Eternal Spirit, Earth-maker, Pain-bearer, Life-giver,
Source of all that is and that shall be,
Father and Mother of us all, Loving God, in whom is heaven:
   The hallowing of your name echo through the universe!
   The way of your justice be followed by the peoples of the world!
   Your heavenly will be done by all created beings!
   Your commonwealth of peace and freedom
   sustain our hope and come on earth.
With the bread we need today, feed us.
In the hurts we absorb from one another, forgive us.
In times of temptation and test, strengthen us.
From trials too great to endure, spare us.
From the grip of all that is evil, free us.
For you reign in the glory of the power that is love,
now and for ever.  Amen.


Ok, Tama, Frosty, it's time for treats! 

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                                            darylayaz@me.com

                                            (and/or)

                                            darylayz@gmail.com  

poetry - bear creek haiku #132

select poems/nonesuch from the upcoming 132nd print issue of bear creek haiku - one requirement: enjoy. . .

                                        lone crow  

fort collins  colorado

April 30th —                           Kelley Jean White

I photograph                            laconia   new hampshire 

the last bit of snow.

                            

         
Morning Routine  

Miss morning java

Love my bittersweet coffee

What can take its place?

Joy Leftow - violet 

in the end, the beginning ⎯

      all names etched

            in moss

Don Wentworth

pittsburg  pennsylvania

                                                       long journey - 

                                       she crochets the miles into

                                       a grandchild's shawl

    

                                       John McDonald

                                                       scotland

            an old hymn

            sung with gusto

            comfort food

                Joanna M. Weston 

                shawnigan lake 

                british columbia

                     from a favorite poet. . .

                     carpet of snow -

                     granddad

                     already at the barn

                          Lysa Collins

                            white rock  british columbia

well, they're all favorite poets 

                               Carl Mayfield

                               rio rancho 

                               new mexico

              the owl’s hoot

                traveling

               straight up

     

 Tama and Frosty, insisting                   

 'and their all 

 special poets, too!'

yes, loyal assistant 

editors, well meowed -

and, it's time for treats!

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

                                         darylayaz@me.com

                                         (and/or)

                                         darylayaz@gmail.com