from print bear creek haiku (#142)...beloved poets Ann Christine Tabaka, Jo Balistreri, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Bijoy Kant Dubey, Paula Yup, and! Dennis Rhodes!

assistant editor Frosty:  

"Tama, the joy of 

creating our last post 

with poets we so admire, 

let's do another one!"

assistant editor Tama:  

"Yes, Frosty... and let's 

do it right now!"

Selected and formatted by Frosty and Tama: 

                                        poets of bear creek haiku #142!...

                Ann Christine Tabaka   Hockessin, Delaware

in my window                        

a moonless night

pulls down the shades

                   flock of blackbirds

                   heading south

                   long winding highway

                                    white hydrangea

                                    waving pompoms for

                                    the croquet game


      Jo Balistreri   Genesee Depot, Wisconsin

                     Happiness

                     is Bach

                     at bedtime

                     where sheep

                     may safely graze

                     violin strings

                     erase loneliness

                     feed

                     tenderness and warmth

                     to the sleepy

                     u

    Judith Partin-Nielsen   Longmont, Colorado

            Blessed squirrels doing

            their spiritual practice

            Chewing off pieces

            of the prayer flag

            to build their nest

                                                 

                                         what is the cost 

                                         of this lost land?

                                         more than blood,

                                         history or beauty

                                         or anyone’s broken 

                                                 heart

 by Frosty 

 and Tama 

 (haiga)

                                                     

                  

                          

                              Bijoy Kant Dubey   West Bengal, India

                                       the poetry of nothingness,

                      a strange vacuum

                      feeling within,

                      space and horizons,

                      laced with an existential search,

                      telling of my angst, loss and bewilderment

                      want I to write,

                      say, say,

                      how to do that,

                      say, say you,

                      who am I, 

                      what I am for

               

              art and poem 

     Paula Yup   Spokane, Washington

     MY FRIEND BELLE

     obit a while ago

     Rustin writes my

     in a letter accepting

     "World Peace" for an anthology

     he is editing

     due out next year

     don't cry

     unlike Rustin

     crying buckets

     searching for something

     I can hold

     but I can't

             

  

                       Dennis Rhodes   Naples, Florida

    winter boatyard

   Mummified boats sit

   in winter irrelevance.

   Summer is shrink-wrapped.

                                         Two little white goats

                                         in a vast field of cool grass.

                                         Hearts content. Mine too.

                    

Noble assistant editors! Tama! Frosty! My heart is content, too-

                you've created a noble post yet again!  

What do you say to belly rubs and some extra-special treats?

     (happy meows and purrrrrrs from all, including Judith and I)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

bear creek haiku #142! pl wick, Fred Donovan, Jo Balistreri, Dorothy McLaughlin, Teresinka Pereira, and, Cindy Evans!

Poets and poetry of print issue #142, chosen by assistant editors Tama and Frosty!...                                     

Frosty:  "Tama, issue #141 
isn't in the mail yet- are we 

just too eager about 

beginning the next issue?"

Tama:  "Frosty, fine poetry 
shouldn't have to wait on 
the diverse nuances of 
mister editor- onward, 
Frosty! Ever onward with the 
blessings of poets and their poetry!". . .

                     poet pl wick  Empire, Colorado...

building a meadow wall
each stone fitting                         atop
as it is supposed                          an old wall prominence
                                             stacked   lichen covered
there is no perfectness                        grass tufts grown in-
         
yet                                          the pygmy owl
there is harmony                          surveys
   in its functionality                       his meadow domain

    poet Fred Donovan   South Chatham, Massachusetts

warm breeze—

pink blossoms cling

to her brown hair

                        windswept beach—

                        snow fills in frozen 

                        footprints

    lunar eclipse—

    my shadow dissolves

    into the red earth

                             the lull

                             before the next wave—

                             gull cry

     poet Jo Balistreri   Genesee Depot, Wisconsin

on the back porch

wind rocks

in the chair beside me

                          without a job lone leaf drifting

     poet Dorothy Mclaughlin   Somerset, New Jersey

guest room closet

coat hangers

long empty

                      cloudy night

                      remembering where

                      the moon belongs

                                                  light

                                                  and shadows

                                                  today's softness

               (above by assistant editors Tama and Frosty)

                     poet Teresinka Pereira   Toledo. Ohio

                                    HOMELESS

Defeat of man

that abused by humanity

almost lost

the human condition

beheaded by his fate

homeless

bearing witness

of lack of true life

I look at him with

silent tears

subdued by impotency

humiliated for not

knowing what to do.

Cindy Evans   Duluth, Georgia 

Ferris Wheel

I've heard love is this mountain top
and there's all this magic and mirth,
but I feel love is a ferris wheel
grounded here on earth.

Sometimes it takes you up -
you soar to a sweet, serene sky--
sometimes it drops you down -
you feel the fall from on high.

Sometimes it gently rocks you...
you float so delicately...
the sun is warm on your face...
sunshine is all you see.

Sometimes there's a sinking sensation -
you know you're riding low;
sometimes you have to sit and wait
until it begins to go --

yet, with all these rises and rests,
with all the undeniable descents,
I still say the ride's worth the while
and time that's beautifully spent.

Thank you, pl, Fred, Jo, Dorothy, Teresinka, Cindy!

Well done, assistant editors!  We'll soon have two issues of bear creek haiku in the mail, numbers 141 and 142!  And now, extra treats for all!  
Happy meows, and, a sincere 'soon, again, friend', from us...      

see you in a moment  

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

Father Greg Boyle, and! Angelee Deodhar...

assistant editor Tama:  "And here are two of our most favorite folk ever, Father Greg Boyle, S. J., founder of HOMEBOY INDUSTRIES, and!

Angelee Deodhar!"  

assistant editor Frosty:  "And our most favorite ever baby owl and baby kitty!"

   

Father Greg Boyle:

"I want to live like 

the truth is true 

and go where love

hasn't been found."

Tama:  "And thank you, Angelee, for sending owl and kitty to us!" 

My goodness, lovely, noble assistant editors!

 Now, how about treats for Father Greg Boyle, Angelee, owl, kitty, all our homeboys, and! us!?!  assistant editor Frosty: "And all our homegirls!"

              Happy hoorays, meows, and even a hoot or three!

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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