Wednesday, June 21, 2017

poetry: Lysa Collins! Karen O'Leary! Vivian Bolland Schroeder! Diane Webster! Judy Katz-Levine! Joanna M. Weston! Judith Partin-Nielsen! and, Patricia Carragon!


and the summer breeze
softly whispers
 - home                   

      Lysa Collins
      White Rock, British Columbia




                             whispers...
                             willows wafting
                             in the wind

                                   Karen O'Leary
                                   West Fargo, North Dakota



    Red Hat Mamas Day
    Sizzling red lace lingerie
    My wild side appeased

          Vivian Bolland Schroeder
              Humble, Texas



                                    
                                           HERON STILL

The blue heron stands as still
as the rock in the pond
while rain patters the surface
like hundreds of fish rippling
in applause when the heron
hunches into flight away.

      Diane Webster
         Delta, Colorado










                      Spring Text Flower

                      Night sweeps down a soulful eye
                      there came a teaching from the wind
                      my fingers tremble as grass

                            Judy Katz-Levine
                            Norwood, Massachusetts



connecting flight your hand in mine          

Joanna M. Weston
Shawinigan Lake, British Columbia



                           things unfold
                           as they do
                           and even in that
                           there is                     
                           a special beauty

                           Judith Partin-Nielsen
                                      Longmont, Colorado



from across the street
I watch you
turn out your nightlight
no ill intent
just longing

                          we hit our stride
                          when we wear
                          the others shoes

              Cathy Porter  Omaha, Nebraska



subway in motion
        wheels sing lullabies
                passengers fall asleep


         sunrise
         hearing the birds
         not the train

         Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York



Frosty: "Tama. we've chose all
women poets for this issue..."                              

Tama:  "Frosty, isn't it great!?!"

Frosty, replying, "You know, Tama, it does make me feel really good... mister editor,
what do you think?"



Noble assistant editors, we've all earned some 
extra special treats tonight!...
(a chorus of happy meows) 
(including mine)



see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen


                 darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com 
  

Monday, June 12, 2017

our friends, their fine poetry: James B. Peters, Toma Rosen, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, Peggy Dugan French, Joanna Weston, Ndongolera C. Mwangupili, Rex Sexton, and! Judith Partin-Nielsen


A stream                              old dog stares
runs through the valley,             long and questionly
Bits of comfort                       into the
Are found                                stove's beckoning flames
In kind words
                                         a quiet moof of melancholy
  James B. Peters
  Cottontown, Tennessee                                      Toma Rosen
                                                          Mt Baldy Zen Center, California

poets were selected by noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama:



  line in the sand-                         somewhere nearby
     whip snake                                  a rooster
easing under the gate                     gives it another try

                            Carl Mayfield
                                     Rio Rancho, New Mexico


Tama:  "mister editor, we                                
never include a picture
of you in our posts"
Frosty:  "how 'bout it?"
here you are, noble assistants...


         Judith, suggesting
         "that picture looks very familiar..."



mosquito lovefest
scratching my way
through summer

                        behind Brooklyn Bridge
                        walls of gray mist hide skyline
                        delusional rain

                                                  like cat's eyes
                                                  doors to inner peace
                                                  open and shut

Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York
                                              Tama:  "gotta love Brooklyn"




                       haiga by Tama, Frosty, Judith


spots of fur                                          
still cover spaces
where you used to sleep
now
only a memory exist

Peggy Dugan French
     Cardiff, California


Savannah, we're missing you...




connecting flight your hand in mine

Joanna Weston  Shawnigan lake, British Columbia, Canada



                                            




You

Like light
throwing its rays,
you shine.

Like wind,
you blow away
worries.

Like seed,
you blossom
new living.

Ndongolera C. Mwangupili
       Mzuzu, Malawi

                                              
                                              
                                              haiga by Judith Partin-Nielsen
                                                      Longmont, Colorado





art by Rex Sexton... 


of you, Rex.



                      Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

                      Blues, oh so blue
                      bluesman, Blues Brothers
                      Blessed Virgin blue -
                      blue wave, blue
                      dolphin riding - blue -
                      blue, Stevie Ray blue
                      guitar and blow that sax
                      jazz man bluesman,
                      blue, blue bluer than
                      that cold blue night
                      blue moon, blue Miles
                      blowing that blue Bitches
                      Brew, Kind of Blue, blue
                      rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet
                      blowing blue, blue
                      and so gone, gone and
                      blue blown blues away

                                               poet Judith Partin-Nielsen




see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen


                     darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

"poetry, just for fun"- Frosty and Tama

                        

          us, together-
          as if their
          work is done
          our dogs, asleep,
          side-by-side



further
                                     
unkempt words, joining
unfolding, becoming
wayward byways
of resilience, of
heightened awareness
pursued to
further
resplendent byways
   beckoning 
      from just beyond
         an everyday thought






  
                Waking

                Waking, your arms stretch beyond the pillows
                legs flex as toes point toward the foot of our bed 
                yawning, your breasts rise, thighs quiver... lying 
                quietly beside you, it’s as if I, too, am soaring 
                within your unflinching forgiveness and grace.






Within these hollow cities                                  

the pallor of shallow nights 
when sleep isn’t enough 
The loneliness of those 
born to sing, empty acolytes 
brave enough to hear a 
whispered presence and 
wear invisible robes of gold, 
who have had time for mistakes 
and move on to a grateful 
sense of sweetness, the 
sweet embrace of the genuine 
Because we are, after all, always 
somehow someone that is needed.




                    The ballad of our hearts

                    endowing and inhabiting
                    touching and melting
                    two who have met
                    taking the world in hand
                    forgetting nothing
                    forgiving everything
                    embellishing salt-sweetness
                    while turning love into ink.




                                this earth we live on
                                betoaded and cawified   
                                naked heart and toes




assistant editor Tama, insisting 'this post was extra-special fun..."
"yes!" says assistant editor Frosty, "what say you, mister editor?"
noble assistant editors, heartfelt thanks, and, it's time for treats!
(hoorays from everyone, including Judith)


see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen

          darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayz@me.com

(above poems/haiga have further homes, including Modern Haiku, SHEMOM, Verse Wrights, Wild Plum, and, Writers and Lovers Cafe)


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

from bear creek haiku #140: poets Cathy Porter, Toma Rosen, Lone Crow, Patricia Carragon, Ndongolera C. Mwangupili, Joanna M. Weston, and, Paula Yup!

Print issue #139 will soon be in the mail to everyone, and!  I'm already eager to start on issue #140. . . noble assistant editors Tama, Frosty, shall we present a few of issue 140's finest in this post?

Eager meows!  Frosty                                             
says, "And that little bribe 
of an extra treat made my 
saying yes even easier!"

"With or without treats,"
insists Tama, "let's do it! And I'll choose 
our first poet!". . .


from across the street
I watch you
turn out your nightlight                          we hit our stride
no ill intent                                        when we wear
just longing                                        the other's shoes


                    ^poet Cathy Porter  Omaha, Nebraska^




    
  from Toma Rosen's journals. . .

    Weed-cat waits   purring
    resting at my window sill--
    only entering when invited
    unless of course
    when supper's on the grill

    he boldly saunters
    into the kitchen light
    investigating--
    if this day's special
    meets his approval




^artist^ Paula Yup  Spokane, Washington



^artist^ Lone Crow. . .  we miss you            


mosquito lovefest
scratching my way             subway in motion
through summer                       wheels sing lullabies
                                                  passengers fall asleep


            ^poet Patricia Carragon  Brooklyn, New York^



                                          ^poets/artists Tama and Frosty^
                                                   
                            


                          You

                           Like light
                           throwing its rays,
                           you shine.

                           Like wind,
                           you blow away
                           worries.

                           Like seed,
                           you blossom
                           new living.

   ^poet Ndongolera C. Mwangupili    Mzuzu, Malawi^ 



            connecting flight your hand in mine

^poet Joanna M. Weston  Shawinigan Lake, British Columbia^




Frosty: "You know, Mister Editor, creating this post has been a lovely endeavor". . .  "quite poignant, too," states Tama. . .

Noble assistant editors, thank you for selecting these fine poets and their poetry. . . now, it's time for us to have our treats!


see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen

                    darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com