Thursday, September 21, 2017

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


                     is Bach
                     at bedtime
                     where sheep
                     may safely graze
                     violin strings
                     erase loneliness
                     tenderness and warmth
                     to the sleepy

    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 

 by Frosty 
 and Tama 




                              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


     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


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

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 

    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

                                                  and shadows
                                                  today's softness

               (above by assistant editors Tama and Frosty)

                     poet Teresinka Pereira   Toledo. Ohio


Defeat of man
that abused by humanity
almost lost
the human condition
beheaded by his fate
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 (and/or)   

Friday, September 1, 2017

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