Tuesday, November 28, 2017

'kestrel, hovering' So, too, poetry: normal, Alan Yount, t. kilgore splake, Carl Mayfield, Patricia Carragon, Jo Balistreri, Teresinka Pereira, and! Judith Partin-Nielsen. . .


Insist assistant editors 
Tama and Frosty:

"And we have all these 
fine poems hovering 
around our desk!  
Mister Editor, let's
honor as many of 
them as we can!"

Excellent suggestion,
noble assistant editors-
we'll begin right now!


poet normal
Saugerties, New York

in lasting tribute
to the residency
of humankind,
children
somewhere
still hold hands singing
on the long walk home                   
                 poet Alan Yount
                 Columbia, Missouri                                                

                 BUDDHA STATUE ON A WINDOW SHELF

                 got buddha statue 

                 from a friend.  curtains barely

                 breathe, across his head.



poet t. kilgore splake
Calumet, Michigan

searching wilderness shadows

 like monk circling cloister

   quietly seeking wisdom


                                    poet ashes scattered

                                    remote stream waters

                                    feeding rainbow souls



poet Carl Mayfield
Rio Rancho, New Mexico

Empathy with the Fragment

                                      a quiet life
                                      lives in the apple trees
                                      each leaf
                                      testifying



poet Jo Balistreri                        poet Patrician Carragon
Genesee Depot, Wisconsin              Brooklyn, New York 

on the back porch                       vapor clouds
wind rocks                               rise from my teapot
in the chair beside me                  Winter cold blues

         sitting Shiva                              pastoral silence
         in silence                                 inner cacophony
         the falling rain                          speaks





                               poet Teresinka Pereira
                               Toledo, Ohio

                               TREE

                               The tree has freedom
                               without looking
                               at the world.
                               But the sky can see it
                               in the storm,
                               and the wind
                               may disturb its peace.
                               I look at its shade,
                               at the green leaf,
                               at the sculpture
                               of its branches,
                               and I think,
                               there is the perfection
                               in existence!

                                                                       

                       poet Judith Partin-Nielsen
                       Longmont, Colorado

Blessed squirrels doing
their spiritual practice
Chewing off pieces
of the prayer flag
to build their nest

                                 wanting to go home
                                 longing toward that place
                                 now only remembered

                                 still, I see the horizon



Der Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider)

Blues, oh so blue
bluesman, Blues Brothers
Blessed Virgin - blue -
blue wave, blue
dolphin riding - blue -
blue, Stevie Ray blue
guitar and blow that sax
jazz man bluesman,
blue, blue bluer than
that cold blue night
blue moon, blue Miles
blowing that blue Bitches
Brew, Kind of Blue, blue
rain, Blue Note - blue trumpet
blowing blue, blue
and so gone, gone and
blue blown blues away.


Noble Assistant Editors, you've created a very worthy post!


and all these poets are  
among our 'most favorite'. . .
ready for some 
extra special treats?

   (obviously, we are)




see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen


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


Friday, November 24, 2017

Favorite Poets (and frequent contributors) We So Appreciate (just can't help but purr)... Angelee Deodhar, pl wick, Patricia Carragon, and, Dennis Rhodes!


               from Angelee Deodhar, Chandigarh, India




    from toma rosen and pl. wick:

        geeks,
      grifters &
      candied apples


       no 
       Sunday lots here...


walking on the edge
adventuring on the
wrong side of the tracks--

no matter how garish
the glittering  raucous
outlaw midway  how loud
how seemingly unsafe
the Tilt-o-Whirl  Hammer
or clank-rattling
pneumatic-hiss Octopus
how tinny the carousel
calliope clang or
chipped the dream-world
hurtling wooden steeds

candied midway apples
re flavor memories. . .


Canyon Wren Press, PO Box 249, Empire, CO  80438-0249   USA
Canyon.Wren@Q.com




from Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York

         The 4-Dimensional Man

         The 4-dimensional man
         contains 4 ideas,
         4 times his squared root.

         The 4-dimensional cat
         contains more ideas,
         but she's not telling.


                               Dead Flower

                                  I may be fluent in maturity,
                                  but I'm still a child
                                  who walks awkwardly in high heels.
                                  In adult clothes,
                                  I speak adult words,
                                  pretend to be grown up.
                                  Yet I'm still a child,
                                  who holds a dead flower
                                  and hides behind adult clothes 
                                  and words,
                                  feeling that at any moment,
                                  someone might expose
                                  the shame of a fairytale princess
                                  who forgot how to cry.


assistant editor Frosty, asking, "Aren't all cats 
4-dimensional?"
"Probably so," 
responds assistant editor Tama, "yet, I feel sadness
for the fairytale princess..."
"Tama, there are twenty-eight other poems in Patricia's book,
and I know we'll feel better after reading all of them (again)..."
"Yes! You have me purring again, Frosty!"

Innocence, by Patricia Carragon, from www.finishinglinepress.com
pcarragon@gmail.com, Brownstone Poets Poetry Series


And! Our longtime friend, poet Dennis Rhodes, from Naples, Florida...


           
    In passing

Our backpacks touched on the subway:
a gentle nudge, tender and sweet.
Our backpacks miss one another--

it's a shame WE didn't meet.




             My best advice is
             just get out of your own way--
             now, what's the question?




The world, so fragile
so terribly decadent.
How I love it so.

Story of my life.
I just think in poetry
and suffer in verse.

A note to poets:
we're all in this together--
be gentle, be kind.



Noble assistant editors, you've created a gentle,
kind and tender post!
Do you think it's time for extra-special treats!?!
              Happy mews, big grin


see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen

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

bear creek haiku
po box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
USA
self-addressed stamped envelopes appreciated with your poetry




Thursday, November 23, 2017

Poetry Collections We're Thankful For: 'high desert cameos', by carl mayfield, art by wayne hogan; 'JACOBEKU RETIRING LINES', from James B. Peters; 'The Scent of Roses', by Michael Dylan Welch; and! 'Eel Pie Island Dharma', by Chris Faiers!

assistant editor Tama:  'presenting poetry in this post that 
                             has us purring!" 
assistant editor Frosty "while eating our Thanksgiving treats!"

              yes, noble assistant editors! and, here we go!...



from Carl Mayfield (and Wayne Hogan)
 ('a tasty sampling', says Frosty)


solitary hiker---
   in conversation
   between shoes and sand


                snowy fog
                    walking home
                  through home


        a line in the sand:
              whipsnake
            easing under the gate


   her wide smile
        crossing the street
       as we speak

       to order above book, contact Carl Mayfield
                                          POB 44472 
                                          Rio Rancho, N M   
                                          87174



                                                
      from JACOBEKU   RETIRING LINES     JOURNAL 2   VOL.2

      In a landscaped yard
      Seven robin nests
      In the oaks and maples
      A pair of mockingbirds
      In the backdoor honeysuckle. 
                                                  Canadian geese
                                                  Glide to a landing
                                                  On the pasture pond.
                                                  The softness
                                                  Of her touch.
                    Raking leaves
                    with the wind
                    Is easier


Tama:  'One of the many self-published poetry collections from Jim and his family, and they're all lovely- hundreds, even thousands of poems from an erudite Tennessee gentleman'
write to Jim, if you would, ask about obtaining copy(s), and/or, 
just write, 'thank you, Jim'...
         
                                       James B. Peters
                                       1001 Somerville Dr.
                                       Cottontown, TN
                                       37048





first rose --
my toddler's breath
parts the petals


              quiet garden--
              the rose's blue shadow
              under moonlight


falling rose petals
the tattoo
on the pallbearer's hand


               for now the roses bloom,
               but tomorrow
               when their fragrance has gone,
               will you still remember me
               and my poem?


Michael Dylan Welch... send him an email, and/or an SASE for this lovely little collection of poetry, The Scent of Roses...

Michael Dylan Welch                                WelchM@aol.com
22230 NE 28th Place
Sammamish, WA   98074-6408


Frosty:  'the dude abides'...
as does his beloved book, 
        Eel Pie Island Dharma  A hippie memoir/haibun
                                        by 
                                        Chris 'Cricket' Faiers



'This memoir of a sixties survivor has become a haiku/haibun classic and an oft-quoted reference for the heady ferment which was the tail end of the 1960's.'

Frosty:  "Read it, live it.  All us poets need Cricket's 120-page classic on the most-favorite book shelf.  A note, email, card, your bestest vibes to Canadian 'Cricket' Chris Faiers, up there beside his beloved Zen River...'

Chris Faiers                                         zenriver@sympatico.ca                             
12 Main St.
Marmora, Ontario                                Walking to meditation
Canada                                           through fresh snow.
KOK 2MO


                            Through thin walls
                            radio blaring
                            "It's All Right Now"

                                
  
                                  



see you in a moment


ayaz daryl nielsen



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