Tuesday, October 31, 2017

fine poetry, kitties purring!... normal, Judy Katz-Levine, t. kilgore splake, pl. wick, Steve Ausherman, Dennis Saleh, Rajnish Mishra, Bijoy Kant Dubey, Olimpio Coelho de Araújo, Carl Mayfield, and! Teresinka Pereira! Angelee Deodhar!

assistant editor Frosty:
"Tama, these poems  
have me purrrring, 
purrrring even more!"

assistant ed. Tama:
"Me, too!  Mister Editor!
Can we honor these poets 
in a new post?"

Excellent idea, noble assistant editors- and we'll do it right now!

        poet normal   Saugerties, New York        

                 in lasting tribute
                 to the resiliency
                 of humankind,
                 will hold hands singing
                 on the long walk home

   poet Judy Katz-Levine   Norwood, Massachusetts

For a brother

Sun on the water as a car passes
those who like to toss a ball into the air and serve
we share a lucky tune

      poet t. kilgore splake
      Calumet, Michigan

                         soft needle pine bed

                       gentle trout stream lilies

                       soaring butterfly freedom

       reaching cliffs summit

         old friends waiting

       place beyond the clouds

                     poet pl. wick   Empire, Colorado

glassy tourmaline ocean
rolling in   advancing...                      Melrose Ave.-
                                                  as night falls
a tiger cowry shell -                          lost angels  bluesmen
what travels   to end up                      and hollow-eyed poets
here in my palm                                 come out to prowl

             poet Steve Ausherman   Albuquerque, New Mexico

          Abandoned railroad
            Wildflowers rise                  Santa Fe rain
          Between rotting ties.                        Adobe walls
                                                 Blushing darkly.

         poet Dennis Saleh   Seaside, California

                    Timing Out

                    Time is catching
                    up to the future

                    Or is the future
                    catching its breath

                    Hold a mirror and
                    a clock to each other

                    Hold each day as
                    a stalking horse

                    Stalking a hearse
                    before it turns again

          poet Rajnish Mishra   Varanasi, India

            My verse fresh born now,

            Fresh - dead until read.  No one,

            but just you read it!

 poet 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

        poet Olimpio Coelho de Araújo   Sao Vicente, Brasil
        WE ARE ALL ASTRONAUTS       translator Teresinka Pereira
        (Somos todos astronauts)                Toledo, Ohio

                  The gods know we are all astronauts.
                  They test our fragile limitations,
                  our shaky, insecure steps.
                  The gods know how arrogant we are.
                  The gods know.

poet Carl Mayfield   Rio Rancho, New Mexico

Blank Look #871      

                                                a face suspended
                                                above a customary skeleton
                                                smiles to itself
                                                as a moment
                                                passes through

assistant ed. Frosty, suggesting, "Mister Editor! We may have a blank look soon without some nourishing poetic treats..."

Worthy suggestion, Frosty, and! Another worthy post from you and Tama! 
let's all enjoy our favorite treats...!

Happy kitty purrs (and a big grin) to you from the mighty shoreline of Colorado's Bear Creek

                                       (and, last, a furry little blessing 
                                                 from Angelee Deodhar)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

darylayaz@me.com (and/or)              

PO Box 596
Longmont, CO

SASE appreciated

and if you live 
outside the United States,
email submissions may be easiest! 

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

favorite poets and their poems: Diane Webster, Cathy Porter, Nancy Shires, Teresinka Pereira, Candy Cooper-Towler, Patricia Carragon, Ann Christine Tabaka, Jean Aldriedge, Carl Mayfield, and! Toma Rosen...


assistant ed. Frosty:
"Tama, just look at all these awesome             
poems scattered across the desk
we've been catnapping on!" 
assistant ed. Tama (amidst happy purring):
"Frosty, let's honor as many as we can  
in another post!"

Frosty:  "Yes, Tama! And! Here we go". . .

     poet Diane Webster   Delta, Colorado

                                          BEE CAVE

A bee encapsulated
inside a snapdragon blossom
like soaring in bathtub water
as scent penetrates in steamy mist. . .
like squeezing through
a cave tunnel to the end
discovering never-before-seen
stalactites. . .

                    poet Cathy Porter   Omaha, Nebraska

fireplace shadows
late December evening
winter's open house                     on the patio
                                           two empty chairs blown over
                                           Saturday sleep in
                      For Sale
                      a sure sign
                      of gravity                    midnight darkness
                                                      summer moon
                                                      walks us home


my grandmother counted                    
every penny
while most of the family
lost theirs
in various acts
of dubious behavior

she never passed on
her mathematical skills
as if she knew
knowledge and wisdom
never exist
in the same equation

      poet Nancy Shires
Greenville, North Carolina

after traffic noise
were crickets singing
all that time?

     wind-tossed leaves
     geese sky-writing
     capital vees                          
                                              (above by Tama and Frosty)
             bumblebee moth
             the best
             of both worlds                  one of those days
                                                you wear the air
do not feed                                  like an old shirt
their noses poke through water
under the sign

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.

poet Candy Cooper-Towler
                        Longmont, Colorado

a little more sleep-
just the five minutes
between 7:30 and 8:30

             chalk art
             on the school sidewalks
             sparrows play hopscotch

     walking home
     weaving through the neighborhood
     searching for shade

poet Patricia Carragon
                        Brooklyn, New York

      pastoral silence
      inner cacophony
                            trees having
                            an icicle meltdown

                            mid-winter blues

vapor clouds
rise from my teapot             a praia dorme
Winter cold blues                          a maré, um corbertor
                                                       a lua assiste

                                the beach sleeps
                                         the tide, a blanket
                                                   the moon watches

            poet Ann Christine Tabaka   Hockessin, Delaware

harvest moon                                      
illuminates fields
with ghost stories

                       in a forest grove
                       flute-like tones echo brightly
                       sound of a wood thrush

          wind in trees
          leaves dance to
          a grand ballet

                          in my window
                          a moonless night
                          pulls down the shades

   morning sunlight
   through open window
   dust motes dance gaily

                                train whistle
                                swallows the quiet
                                like unspoken words

                 a rainbow
                 shatters into
                 vibrant fragments

      poet Jean Aldriedge   Bellows Falls, Vermont

                  I'll tell you about the
                  as it came in through the
                  crevices of the barn
                  At night the cows knew
                  the stars

                  poet Carl Mayfield   Rio Rancho, New Mexico

Blank Look #972

                            picking up a trimmed branch
                            I notice there is a thread
                                     trailing off into the sky
                            quickly becoming invisible

                                     when I feel the tug
                            a shudder arrives
                            without a sound
                            as though being called home
                            is nothing to fret about

        poet toma rosen
Mt Baldy Zen Center, California

old dog    stares                                      
long and questioningly
into the
   stove's beckoning flames

a quiet moof of melancholy

Frosty, Tama, you have created a long and lovely post here...
"Yes, Mister Editor," replies Tama..."I could contentedly lie beside Toma's old dog all evening moofing melancholy flames..."

"Yes!, and, perhaps with a nice treat or two?" suggests Frosty...

Treats for everyone, Frosty- and we'll all quietly rest and watch the beckoning flames. . .

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

                               and, your poetry can be mailed to
                               bear creek haiku
                               PO Box 596
                               Longmont, CO

                               (SASE's are appreciated)

Sunday, October 22, 2017

the cats' meows: Dorothy McLaughlin, Dennis Rhodes, Carl Mayfield, t. kilgore splake, Patricia Carragon, Jo Balistreri, Greg Gregory, and! pl.wick! (greetings, Maggie)

assistant ed. Tama, stating, 
"Frosty, we have our                            
most special poets'
poetry waiting on this
desktop!  We should 
honor them soon, 
as soon as we can!"

replies assistant ed. Frosty
(resting on said desktop) 
"Yes, Tama! And
we'll begin right now!"

               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

                  poet Dennis Rhodes   Naples, Florida

There once was a poet named Morris
who encountered a huge brontosaurus;
He thought it was time
for a suitable rhyme--
went running for his thesaurus!

                                            I've never given away
                                            anything of value
                                            that hasn't come back to me
                                            in one way or

     poet Carl Mayfield   Rio Rancho, New Mexico

deciding to go around
   the stink bug
         dismisses us

             her shade of lipstick--
               burnt salt bush or forever?

Empathy with the Fragment

                               a quiet life
                               lives in the trees
                               each leaf

     t. kilgore splake   Calumet, Michigan

          sun shining through clouds
                ghosts and angels
             looking down on earth

    poet Patricia Carragon   Brooklyn, New York

yellow moon
at the trunk of the tree
doggie's m.o.

      as the teakettle boils
               snowflakes slide down
                        the kitchen window

                                   vapor clouds
                                   rise from my teapot
                                   Winter cold blues

      poet Jo Balistreri   Genesee Depot, Wisconsin
              on the back porch
              wind rocks
              in the chair beside me

                                                 in the sky
                                                 of a puddle…
                                                 springtime petals

                 poet Greg Gregory   Antelope, California

                                     In Transit

                             in a Scottish hotel
                             under a portrait
                             of the Golden Buddha
                             my iphone
                             charging on the night stand

"And!', concludes Tama, "a last poem from dear friend pl. wick"-
from the Froster, "Greetings to beloved kitty Maggie!"

                     poet pl. wick   Empire, Colorado

                             in retrospect
                             don't think I'll catch the
                             freight out tonight

                             too may eateries
                             too many memories
                             at least
                               for a few days...

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

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

                             poems can be sent to:

                        bear creek haiku
                        PO Box 596  
                        Longmont, CO

                        (SASE's appreciated)