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


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