poets Kelley Jean White, Cathy Porter, Martha Christina, t. kilgore splake, Steve Ausherman, George Held, S.L. Peeran, Kitsuné, Teresinka Pereira, Dorothy McLaughlin, Bijoy Kumar Dubey, Dennis Rhodes, and, Rumi!

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

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)

                             

poets Judith Partin-Nielsen, Chris (Cricket) Faiers, Teresinka Pereira, Changming Yuan, S. L. Peeran, Dennis Rhodes, Jo Balistreri, Ajśa Dźemila Zahirović, Bijoy Kumar Dubey!

                 

                                 

          like a poem written

             in a book of sand                                   

          the fragile beauty of

             our lives

       poet Judith Partin-Nielsen

             longmont, Colorado

                           much summer rain

                           the river's voices

                           louder this year

    the hermit's beard

    can't hide the smile

    for his new girlfriend

                       poet Chris Faiers/Cricket

                             Marmora, Ontario

m                       POETRY

                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 Teresinka Pereira

                      Ottawa Hills, Ohio


      White Spirits   

   under a darkening sky

   I look up and ask high:

   Why not deliver a colorful snowfall?

   And a trillion butterflies dance nearby

   As if in a fairy tale

   poet Changming Yuan 

         Vancouver, Canada

                A lonely dog barks
         In the dark stillness of night
         No moon in the sky.

Fragrance of the rose

                      Songs of a nightingale
                                   To cheer the heart.

                                 ‘Manna’ and ‘Salva’

                           A divine gift from heaven
                         Virtue begets love.

                                poet S. L. Peeran   
                                Bengaluru, India

                                     

                           I am so blessed to

                           have love from all directions:
                           North. South. East.  West.  You.

                                     poet Dennis Rhodes

                                           Naples, Florida

     

           

        steeped

        in the last rays of sun

        a red-tailed hawk

  up late     the moon in our merlot

       poet Jo Balistreri
             Genesse Depot, Wisconsin

                 The Old Bridge

                 and the Neretva River-
                 the deserted well. . .

The undying beauty.                
A leaf on a tree breaks
Its dreamy silence.

                                     

                 Two birch trees in the sunshine

                 Stretch out their arms. . .
                 The artist and the poem.

                             poet Ajśa Dźemila Zahirović

                                   Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina

                 

                 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 Bijoy Kumar Dubey

                         West Bengal, India

Assistant editor Frosty: "We did it

Tama! We created a new post!

Kitty Kali, we created a post!"

Kitty Kali:  "Treats for all!" And!

          see you in a moment

          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)

an all-kitty assistant editor post... Frosty, Tama, Kitty Kali, and, our annoying neighbor kitty!

"Let's create an all-kitty post,"

mews Frosty!

"We'll have Kitty Kali 

assist us!" replies Tama...

Kali, "And here's the kitty 

poem we'll begin with..."

          Poem of Kitties

          Kitties who meet their humans, 

          mew, and endow, taking their 

          people in paw and forgiving

          them their shortcomings

          while anointing them with 

          the loving sweetness 

          of cat snot.

  

kitty bowl samsara   emptiness              

           the ripe nirvana 

           of a kitty bowl

           perpetually full

           with 

           or without 

           caterwauling

                          poetics

                          the mewing 

                          of kitties 

                          with catnip

                              window left open
                              city still quiet                        
                              Spring...                                
                              early morning mews                  
                                                                                                                 
                                                           
                                                                                                                  

Kali, "Even our annoying neighbor 
kitty may have a poem..."

"Go chase your tail, Kali," replies annoying neighbor kitty, "while I mew real poems..."

   kitty poetics...
              the constant, fertile embrace
                        as mews and hairballs mix


            Fluffy smallnesses,
            secure, indispensable,
            comforting as Spring.
            Kitty cats, of course.


                                               

With life,                                     nine lives.
Lived lives,
than more
lives.  Always 
with enough kittiness
to define them.




umm, noble assistant editors, let's end our post and we'll all go have some extra-special treats...!

"Me, too?" mews annoying neighbor kitty

Of course, especially you... 

                     happy mews and purrs from all of us to all of you! 



see you in a moment



ayaz daryl nielsen and, especially, our noble assistant kitties...


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)