assistant editor Tama: "Mister Editor, stories, ok, but we kitties are here for poets and their poetry!"
assistant editor Frosty: "And treats!"
true, noble assistants- excuse my tall tails, let's have poets and poetry!
Tama, "That's tales, not tails, Mister Editor..."
poet Kelley Jean White chiming wind
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania early plum blossoms
iced with frost
cicada autumn's first cricket
thank you for reminding me where are you
time passes my friend?
poet Cathy Porter two on my lap
Omaha, Nebraska soft purrs
autumn catnap
my latest submission
came back in record time
almost as if one yellow rose
it missed me too much left on her doorstep
to let go friends first
poet Martha Christina IN TRANSITION
Bristol, Rhode Island
Too early
for snow;
EARLY NOVEMBER Fall air fills
with pollen
sun teases; and midges.
grass grows
a little longer.
poet t. kilgore splake
Calumet, Michigan
wrinkled diary page
november storm dry tear stain
gray cloudy skies pieces of valentine
color of fading tattoos
poet Steve Ausherman
Albuquerque, New Mexico
Leaky attic mildews
The family letters.
Heritage floating away.
Pine sap.
Ferns in deep shadow,
Nearby, a sleeping river.
Chicken corn soup.
Boiling
Autumn's harvest moon.
I witness a falling star.
My dreams
dragons now.
poet George Held
New York, New York
JULY A CLOUD
sultry breeze A voice from a cloud
ripples leaves Said firmly, not loud,
and sways trees -
"Follow mainly your soul's desire,
a suggestion Only in love the body's fire;
of eternities.
Pray for those in need,
Do not Evil heed.
Be loving unto others,
Treat them like your brothers.
Above all, be not proud."
Thus said the cloud.
poet S. L. Peeran
Bengaluru, India
Fresh morning dew, winds
To exhilarate the mind Glorious sun rise
Destiny at door. Light to illume the earth
Birds sing songs of love.
Rainbows in the sky
Lovers in deep embrace
Merge to create love
poet Kitsuné
along the Tibetan salt route
through morning's mist north-side
the Bagmati mountain drainage
murmurs its endless dirge a challenging path up
through dense tree growth.
and ring-neck doves lament woven into the silence
as the pyre consumes reminders of
your blanket time and mortality --
of summer-flowers lichen covered
and you gradually lodgepole pines
attain the Milky Way... scattered like jackstraws
across the forest floor
one's life a continuum--
today as it was yesterday
as it will be tomorrow...
assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating, "Mister Editor, please, more poetry, but without the oinkified besnoutedness!"
ok, ok, Kitty... here's poetry from Teresinka Pereira and Dorothy Mclaughlin!
POETRY poet Teresinka Pereira
Ottawa Hills, Ohio
Poetry has life
and future,
is soul and skin,
hope and nostalgia.
I sigh every minute
of the day
looking at
the immensity
of the sky
that covers us
and I make myself
the master of the night.
poet Dorothy McLaughlin
Somerset, New Jersey
vocabulary day dreams
fits her life, herself for my children
into beautiful words turned into prayers
and, last, poetry from Bijoy Kumar Dubey, and! from Dennis Rhodes...
poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey
Chandrakona Town, West Bengal
The globe,
The dove as the messenger
Of shantih,
Shantih,
World peace.
Let there be,
There be peace,
Peace in the world,
Om shantih shantih shantih.
poet Dennis Rhodes
Naples, Florida
I am so blessed to
have love from all directions:
North. South. East. West. You.
and, last, Rumi...
Love is the bridge between you
and everything.
Frosty: "Treats! Treats for everyone helps build that bridge!"
Come, noble assistant editors, and we'll serve everyone (including us) extra special treats!
Happy mews, and! We'll
see you in a moment
Do not Evil heed.
Be loving unto others,
Treat them like your brothers.
Above all, be not proud."
Thus said the cloud.
poet S. L. Peeran
Bengaluru, India
Fresh morning dew, winds
To exhilarate the mind Glorious sun rise
Destiny at door. Light to illume the earth
Birds sing songs of love.
Rainbows in the sky
Lovers in deep embrace
Merge to create love
poet Kitsuné
along the Tibetan salt route
through morning's mist north-side
the Bagmati mountain drainage
murmurs its endless dirge a challenging path up
through dense tree growth.
and ring-neck doves lament woven into the silence
as the pyre consumes reminders of
your blanket time and mortality --
of summer-flowers lichen covered
and you gradually lodgepole pines
attain the Milky Way... scattered like jackstraws
across the forest floor
one's life a continuum--
today as it was yesterday
as it will be tomorrow...
assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating, "Mister Editor, please, more poetry, but without the oinkified besnoutedness!"
ok, ok, Kitty... here's poetry from Teresinka Pereira and Dorothy Mclaughlin!
POETRY poet Teresinka Pereira
Ottawa Hills, Ohio
Poetry has life
and future,
is soul and skin,
hope and nostalgia.
I sigh every minute
of the day
looking at
the immensity
of the sky
that covers us
and I make myself
the master of the night.
poet Dorothy McLaughlin
Somerset, New Jersey
vocabulary day dreams
fits her life, herself for my children
into beautiful words turned into prayers
and, last, poetry from Bijoy Kumar Dubey, and! from Dennis Rhodes...
poet Bijoy Kumar Dubey
Chandrakona Town, West Bengal
The globe,
The dove as the messenger
Of shantih,
Shantih,
World peace.
Let there be,
There be peace,
Peace in the world,
Om shantih shantih shantih.
poet Dennis Rhodes
Naples, Florida
I am so blessed to
have love from all directions:
North. South. East. West. You.
and, last, Rumi...
Love is the bridge between you
and everything.
Frosty: "Treats! Treats for everyone helps build that bridge!"
Come, noble assistant editors, and we'll serve everyone (including us) extra special treats!
Happy mews, and! We'll
see you in a moment
and you can mail your poetry to:
bear creek haiku
PO Box 596
Longmont, CO
80502
USA
(SASE's are appreciated)
From other than the USA, email to darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or)
darylayaz@me.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)