assistant editors Tama and Frosty: their issue (#146) ably aided by Kitty Kali and other feisty neighborhood feline friends (including Charles Bukowski)...

   between Joshua trees

   and Bristlecone pine                           neighbor at our window

   all of us kitties

   as one 

                             to fit a need

                             between yes and no

                             the just-right meow

              ‘time to be quiet‘ 

              said to myself 

              as zazen begins

              a nearby kitty's

              whispery purring

                              Eddie Lee’s 

                              graveside service

                              six pall-bearers

                              an x-wife

                              and the kitty’s 

                              broken heart

assistant poetry editor Kitty Kali

                    support group
           favorite shirt
           comfortable shoes
           her hand in mine
           kitty in lap                                                 

            

        grandfather’s homestead

             the old barn cat

               remembers us

      

                                dance and purr

                                grandparents are dancing                    

                                cousins are dancing

                                horses are prancing

                                dogs are barking

                                kids are laughing

                                kitties are purring

                                you and I finish 

                                some necessary

                                bickering, and!

                                we’re purring, too!

assistant editor Frosty, asking,
"Tama, how do you think we 
should end our post?"

Assistant editor Tama's reply,
"Let's just ask a kitty neighbor!"

"It's been hot lately, many wild fires
and such, and it's hot outside right now...
hmmm... let's turn to
one of our most favorite poets-
Charles Bukowski!
And ask him about
all this heat and
how we should
end this post!"


"Well," Mr. Bukowski replies,
"It's 1:58am and I am sleepy...
and, I think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats and
rain, rain and cats, very nice, good
night."



So!  A warm and wet good night from us...

Tama, Frosty, Kitty Kali, all our feisty feline neighbors, and, Charles Bukowski...

                        

your poetry can be mailed to:

                bear creek haiku

                PO Box 596

                Longmont, CO

                80502   

                USA    
                (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
                  darylayaz@gmail.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

       that's ok, too (again, include postal address)




see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen

                  

kitty and owl- Angelee Deodhar (we miss you so, Angelee) and Chris Faiers, Stephanie Hiteshew, Kelly Sauvage Angel, Jane Stuart, r. soos, and! ayaz daryl nielsen...

    poets Angelee Deodhar

   and Chris (Cricket) Faiers

        Marmora, Ontario  

       

       bad jokes and haiku

       flood Brahma

       love and light,

       cricket

   

    poet Stephanie Hiteshew

      Columbia, Maryland

       Nights of Fire

       During a quiet night

       she stares into the fire,

       memories burning

       red and gold.

   
    poet Kelly Sauvage Angel

        Madison, Wisconsin

        old river town

        the damselfly dons

        her finest wings

        rabbit's rustle

        the sky brightening

        before sunrise

   

     poet Jane Stuart
        Greenup, Kentucky

        in the shadows
        lantern light
        night's quiet darkness


         

     poet r. soos
        Joshua Tree, California
                                           

        song 
          
               escapes from my heart
         with a spirit of its own
         notes of wild tears
               
           

     poet ayaz daryl nielsen
        Longmont, Colorado

          biome   home

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

your poetry can be mailed to:

                              bear creek haiku

                              PO Box 596

                              Longmont, CO

                              80502   

                              USA      
                                    (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
                  darylayaz@gmail.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

       that's ok, too (again, include postal address)

Best to all our creative endeavors!

Poets Bijoy Kumar Dubey (with Carl Sandburg), and! 'heroines who journey for their souls sake'- Bobbie Louise Hawkins (we're missing you), Judith Partin-Nielsen (with Courtney Love), Teresinka Pereira , Mirabai, Stephanie Hiteshew, Julie A Dickson, and! for Angelee Deodhar. Dedicated to all the many heroines that could and should have been included...

                           poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey

                                  West Bengal, India

                             Carl Sandburg,

                             Your Swedish ancestry,

                             Rearing,

                             Growing with experiences

                             That life taught you,

                             In harsher conditions of life,

                             Working in various capacities,

                             We talk about,                        

                             Talk about,

                             Carl Sandburg,

                             Your life and poetry,              
                             Your free-verse style,
                             We do remember                                            

                             Your books,                                                 

                             Your Chicago poems                        

                             Your biography of Abraham Lincoln,

                             Your anthology

                             American Songbag!

                                                        

assistant editor Tama, stating, "Thank you, Bijoy!  Carl Sandburg, a most favorite poetic kitty friend of ours!"

Assistant editor Frosty:  "Just consider this poem by Mr. Sandburg..."

           Fog

    The fog comes

    on little cat feet                                      

    It sits looking

    over harbor and city

    on silent haunches

    and then moves on.

and, foremost, our goodbyes to

   Bobbie Louise Hawkins...

"Just look how much she loved

her kitties," states Frosty...

an extraordinary and internationally known poet, the local girl who we all learned to love... you'll always be with us, Bobbie Louise...

"Where are the heroes who are women

 Who journey for their souls sake"

              Bobbie Louise Hawkins, heroine

Tama, insisting, "Mister Editor, we know

some women poets, heroes who create for and from the sake of their souls..."

Frosty, "And here are some of them,

              beginning with beloved Judith!"

      poet Judith Partin-Nielsen

            Longmont, Colorado

            Poetry Everywhere

                                              for Courtney Love                           

                                           

            "I wrote poetry everywhere 

            on the walls, on his shirt

            I wrote poetry everywhere"                             

                I couldn't stop                                        

              at night on the sheets in our bed

            in my sleep in my dreams

            I wrote poetry everywhere

            on my face the war paint

            (stirring up all kinds of trouble)

            I wrote poetry on the table cloth

            in Jax's Fish House

            a haiku surrounded by wine

            glasses, white napkins, red brick

            walls, green fish - tiny dots of

            blue light hanging from the 

            ceiling - Nick Forrester eating sushi

            at the next table

            I wrote poetry everywhere

            I wrote poetry in books

            that didn't belong to me, past due,

            checked in, checked out,                                        

            on posters at the coffee 

            house, poetry notes on golden 

            peeling bathroom mirrors

            surprise tanka on the

            toilet seat

            I wrote poetry everywhere

            I wrote poetry on the stairs

            seven steps to the landing

            turn left.  Six more to your room.

            Listening to the blues, Muddy Waters

            wailing, sitting on the floor

            eating dates, drinking white wine.

            I wrote poetry everywhere.

            You made a pass, I didn't notice

            better to keep writing poetry

            everywhere

            Flat on my face, flat on my

            ass, flat on my back

            just keep writing 

            poetry everywhere

                           poet Teresinka Pereira

                                  Ottawa Hills, Ohio

                           INFIDELITY

                           Maybe the eagle, -without its role

                           of symbol- may fly with a winning life,

                           going through windows and doors

                           from town to town until it reaches

                           the sea, and gets free.

                           But here we are trapped in the

                           desperation of a useless thought,

                           and cannot conquer time, this

                           transparent enemy, hidden in itself,

                           devouring our strength.

                           How to write about this flow

                           of infidelity, without crying,

                           without feeling the hands empty,

                           counting the days that

                           go fast running before us all?

poet Marabai

1848-

I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders, and now you want

me to climb on the jackass?  Try to be serious.

Mira says:  You who lift the mountains, I have some light, I want to

   mingle it with yours.

       poet Stephanie Hiteshew

             Columbia, Maryland

          Becoming

           Not just every

           cool evening

           do crisp edges

           hang in the balance

           still left to me.

                                poet Julie A. Dickson                 

                                    Exeter, New Hampshire

                            Chest

                                Illuminated shadows,

                                branches outlined,

                                in a small pool of last night;

                                hand empty of past,

                                grasped tightly

                                to dusk's ebony touch.

                                How much memory

                                can be locked

                                or released

                                into the sleep of before,

                                think of them once more

                                and turn the key,

                                closed tightly

                                in the chest of yesterday.

          

"Oh, my!," from Tama, "We now 
hear that Angelee Deodhar, dear friend of so many writers and poets, from Chandigarh, India, just passed away..."

Frosty: "This kitty picture she sent us says so much about her...

Mister Editor! This has become our teariest post ever..."

Yes, noble assistant editors, and- 
we do need to close our post... 
how should we do this?
  

Tama: "Heroines who journey for their souls sake through poetry, we'll return to them time and time again..."

States Frosty, "We'll honor their heroic words as often as can be..." 

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen

your poetry can be mailed to:

                              bear creek haiku

                              PO Box 596

                              Longmont, CO

                              80502   

                              USA      
                                    (SASE's are appreciated)

From other than the USA, email to darylayz@me.com (and/or)
                  darylayaz@gmail.com (include postal address)

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US, 

       that's ok, too (again, include postal address)

Best to all our creative endeavors!