Wednesday, August 23, 2017

the best of poetry: Jo Balistreri! p l wick! Judith Partin-Nielsen! Diane Webster! Judy Katz-Levine! Patricia Carragon! t kilgore splake! Dorothy McLaughlin! and, Ann Christine Tabaka!!

assistant editor Tama: "Frosty
and I have chosen what are among our most favorite poets!"

assistant editor Frosty: "And,
they have the best kitties, and
the very bestest treats!"

Thank you, noble assistant editors, 
and! Here are their poems!...


                building a meadow wall
                each stone fitting
                as it is supposed

                there is no perfect fit

                there is harmony
                   in its functionality

                an old wall prominence
                stacked   lichen covered
                field stones with
                   grass tufts grown in—

                the pygmy owl
                   his meadow domain

                p l wick   Empire, Colorado

she fingers the braille
of a tree
its lichened trunk

Jo Balistreri   Genesee Depot, Wisconsin  (welcome back, Jo!)

                  My Mother By The Ocean Still

                  and you whose touch I remember
                  there were candles in your sable/brown eyes
                  as you paint now by ocean piers

                  Judy Katz-Levine   Norwood, Massachusetts

  by Frosty, Tama and ayaz daryl:

                       singles ad
                       Westword Magazine

                       professional musician
                       seeks woman to
                       spend all my money
                       wreck my truck
                       and break my heart

                       dude, you’ve found her

                       Judith Partin-Nielsen   Longmont, Colorado

red checkered shirt
yesterday’s flag
for flat tire

Ann Christine Tabaka   Hockessin, Delaware

                           cloudy night
                           empty window where
                           the moon belongs

                           Dorothy McLaughlin   Somerset, New Jersey


               Raindrop’s goose bump 
               across the apple’s skin
               as wind teeter-totters
               like a mischievous boy
               on the tree’s branches.
               Leaves grapple each other
               on slippery grasp attempts
               while roots remain relaxed.

               Diane Webster   Delta, Colorado

heartbreaking agony
soft teardrops falling
smooth tiny pearls

t kilgore splake   Calmet, Michigan

                   hot spot demolition
                   birds reroute
                   in confusion

                   Patricia Carragon   Brooklyn, New York

Frosty:  "We'll give the birdies homes in the trees beside Bear Creek!"

Tama:  "And the birdie's songs will make p l splake prance!"

Well done, noble assistants!  We have earned our treats!
            (happy meows from all three of us, and Judith, too!)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Saturday, August 19, 2017

Teresinka Pereira! (and!) Seyd Liaquath Peeran!

From poet, translator, and our international
activist for justice, Teresinka Pereira:                                     

   July 23, 1914 - Sept. 23, 2003

   Life, not death, is mysterious.
Death is a re-encounter with peace.
Life is only an image in movement,
   A dream of what we want to be.

  You, poet, know how to overcome
 the holy seduction of infinite time,
of hope flowing through the universe.
 You conquered the peace and silence
 of the morning dew on a dust of star.

     Your poetry stays in the eternal dream
of the recently opened millennium of illusions.
Master of the lyrical word, of the clear thought.
             you can go with the truth
              and the purity of death.
 Your maturity is as firm as a treasure of gold.
    Thankfully we accept your immortality
       in the poetry present in your heart.

Teresinka Pereira, President of the    

(Tama: "In 2015, the IWA prize for 'Best of the Year, Magazine Poetry' was awarded to... bear creek haiku!")

Teresinka's translations of poets and poems have been (Tama: "and will continue to be") from and into many different languages and cultures worldwide (Tama: "Including some of our poems!")...

                      International Writers & Artists
                         Teresinka Pereira, Pres.
                              PO Box 352048
                         Toledo, OH  43635-2048

                                    (from Tama, Frosty and Ayaz Daryl)

assistant editor Tama: "Teresinka! and! Seyd Liaqath Peeran! Two internationally honored poets, and, fortunately, our friends..."

assistant editor Frosty:  "We should've had posts about Teresinka and S. L. Peeran years ago..."

Noble assistant editors, thank you, and I am responsible for our oversight! let's continue to address it within this post...

Seyd Liaqath Peeran:

by S. L. Peeran:

          Every flower speaks of a grand design,
                 That goes beyond the worldly.
          Every leaf reveals symmetry
                Reflecting the glory of nature.
          Every tree reflects the passing time,
                Nature – ever on search for a greater grandeur.



                     (created by Tama, Frosty, and Ayaz Daryl)

assistant editor Tama:  "We'll ask our readers to seek out these two poets on their own, there is so much more about them than we can even begin to present in this post..."
Frosty: "And, it is our very good fortune to know them..."

thank you, noble assistant editors- now. how about special treats while we read a few poems from Mr. Peeran's 'Scattered Gems (Selected Poems)'!
                   (chorus of happy meows from all)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

poetry from our friends: Dorothy McLaughlin, Michael Dylan Welch, Ann Christine Tabaka, Cathy Porter, Carl Mayfield, Joanna Weston, Stephanie Hiteshew, t. kilgore splake, and! Dennis Saleh!

assistant editor Tama: "poetry from dear friends..." 

assistant editor Frosty,
"Tama, we have so many 
poets as friends!"

"True, Frosty," replies Tama, 
"Poetry has been 
and continues to be 
blessing for us..."

Tama and Frosty, insisting:
"Hurry, Mister Editor! We need to share the sanctity of poetry within our posts!  This post!"

Yes, noble assistants! And, here we go!...

poet Dorothy McLaughlin   Somerset, New Jersey:

cloudy night                                      
empty window where
the moon belongs

       who noticed
       the newborn's
       first shadow?

                light and shadow
                for the day

   poet Michael Dylan Welch
   Sammamish, Washington:

vacant nude beach-
my skipping stone disappears
into the fog
           organ arpeggios-
           dust trembling                         rain in the sandbox-
           in the slanted cathedral light        a common sparrow
                                                     shakes its tail

poet Ann Christine Tabaka   Hockessin, Delaware:            

tattered seams                                                  
the soft comfort of
old worn blue jeans

                   at day break
                   soft whiskers tickle my noses
                   kitty kisses

    "Everyone needs their noses kitty kissed!"- Frosty

poet Cathy Porter   Omaha, Nebraska:

kitchen windows open
Tehano music
dances inside
                                       midnight darkness
                                       summer moon
                                       walks us home
      cheek to cheek
      behind the ride
      county fair

                        on the patio
                        two empty chairs blown over
                        Saturday sleep in

               poet Carl Mayfield   Rio Rancho, New Mexico:

     line in the sand-
         whip snake
     easing under the gate                     in my chest
                                                      that drum
                                                    risking everything

       poet Joanna Weston   Shawinigan lake, British Columbia:

                    connecting flight your hand in mine

poet Stephanie Hiteshew
                  Columbia, Maryland:


    one blue moon
    ing the wind.


               stale maple leaf
               fresh on the river.

poet t. kilgore splake
calmet, michigan:

   sun shining through clouds
   ghosts and angels
   looking down on earth

poet  Dennis Saleh
Seaside, California:


I care
not, what

I cry
"Give me

Noble assistant editors, shall we end our poetry post?

"So many lovely poets and poetry- we'll close for today, but we'll be back tomorrow!," states Tama

Maybe not tomorrow, Tama, but we'll be back soon!
Frosty, do you think it's time for extra special treats?

"Mister Editor, it's always time for poetry, poets, and!
                                                         extra special treats!"

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Saturday, August 5, 2017

Dennis Saleh, t. kilgore splake, Lysa Collins, Diane Webster, Ndongolera Mwangupili, p. l. wick, Patricia Carragon, Bijay Kant Dubey, and! Peggy Dugan French!

assistant editor Frosty:  
'Tama, we haven't honored
the finest of our poets 
for over a month because
of our moving across town!"                               

"So true, Frosty," replies 
assistant editor Tama... 
"Mister Editor, today
we will create 
a new post!"

Noble assistants, we're settled
in our new home, and, yes, 
let's be busy with the poets 
we know and so appreciate!  And we will create a new post 
every week...
"Loverly!" mew Tama and Frosty

from bear creek haiku print issue #140 (to be mailed soon)
                                                  "Hopefully," states Frosty...

Dennis Saleh  Seaside, California:

                            An Encounter

                            A fellow to his shadow,
                            "What took you so long?"
                            I've been waiting all...
                            Give me a moment,
                            would you."
                            Shadow replies,
                            "That's fine.
                            Another time.
                            There's always
                            plenty of that."

Frosty, "from one of our best"
t. kilgore splake  Calumet, Michigan:
   early morning breeze                     neighborhood houses
  small branches swaying                      all windows dark
     like restless heart                        little theaters quiet

           wow!  Lysa Collins   White Rock, British Columbia:

                                and the summer breeze
                                softly whispers                                  
                                 -  home


Diane Webster   Delta, Colorado:

                                                     FALLS EXHAUSTED

During the windstorm
grasses tickle
the stone with no mercy
until it rolls down
the hill into the road
and lies exhausted.

"Mister Editor, when we have completed this post, let's go find
a breeze through grasses that will tickle us!"

             You betcha, Frosty... now, back to our poets!

Ndongolera C Mwangupili   Mzuzu, Malawi:


              Like light
              throwing its rays,
              you shine.                                 

              Like wind,
              you blow away

              Like seed,
              you blossom
              new living.

p l wick   Empire, Colorado:

            walking through
            sycamore leaf-carpet
            often  I hesitate to listen
            for your rustling paw-stride.
            and though
            now there is only silence -

            you are always at my side

Patricia Carragon   Brooklyn, New York:

CATKU  (three extra cheers for Ms Carragon!
                from Tama and Frosty)

by the window
        a snowflake meltdown
        amuses the cat

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

                               (for Alison Ross)

                               progressive claws
                               send political machines
                               to the shredder

               Bijay Kant Dubey   West Bengal   India:

                            Man and Woman

                            Two characters
                            Man and woman,
                            How to paint them
                            Whispering in the dark
                            Behind the curtain of the scene?

and, from our dear friend Peggy Dugan French   Cardiff, California:

    each turn                             spots of fur 
    intoxicating                           still cover spaces
jasmine blooming                        where you used to sleep
                                             only a memory exists

Frosty, Tama and I "we miss her too, Peggy..."

well, noble assistants, we have completed this post, the first
of many more!  Shall we go seek the wind-blown grass that tickles, and then have some treats?
                  (many happy mews from all of us)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen