poets Rochelle S. Cohen, Tuharan, Jane Stuart, t. kilgore splake, Angelee Deodhar, pl wick, Don Wentworth, Pablo Neruda, r soos, and, the touch of Florence Nightingale...

                                                           

                                           
                           poet Rochelle S. Cohen,
                              Marlton, New Jersey...                                      

          Temptacles

          A Swedish jellyfish named Inga
          Was known in the depths as a swinga
          The stunning Medusa
          She couldn't be loosa
          Would love ya' and leave ya' and sting ya'


                                            A Dutch Haiku

                                            Girl with Pearl Earring
                                            Masterpiece by the artists
                                            Vermeer and Oyster

and, as always, we love and miss you, Rex...


                              poet Tuharan...

                     That Angel Talked Like A Sailor

                What part of heaven did she come from?
                      That angel talked like a sailor
                            and she was dressed
                                enchantingly
                                    scant.

                     I can't even repeat the things she said,
                or picture once more the shape of her breasts.
                           Though I know one thing:
                              My fear of dying has
                                     vanished.

                                                             

      noble assistant editor Tama, mewing,
            "More kitties, Mister Editor!
                 Not enough kitties in this post!"



our heartfelt thank you to Angelee Deodhar's addressing this editor's aberrant lack of kittiness...                         we miss you...

poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...

           My sleigh flies                                   Tumbleweeds
           through a meadow       Earth answers       made of snow--
           made for flowers         to the song          a cold mirage
                                        of silver bells

poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...

         winter silhouettes                                      
         bitter wind blowing                       others lost in dreams   
         music of bare branches                   you just went ahead    
                                                       started writing poetry

assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating,
"Mister Editor, that's yet another of your own haiga you've snuck into this post!"

OK, yes, noble assistant editor, but!  Angelee Deodhar formatted them...

Kitty Kali, "Well... that makes it ok..."


 

     poet pl wick, Empire, Colorado...

         a small gap at
     the base of the cabin wall--
     winter's gusts sneak in
     bringing soft fuscous mice
     for company


                         late October
                         winter preparations--
                         wood-stove dust
                         oily creosote-black
                         soiled clothes and hair
                         ahhh--but a beer
                         awaits  chill and tempting
                         in the garage fridge...

                         ohhh great

                         ...now--
                         the wife decides
                         it's time for  that
                         spontaneous dinner out--
                         reservations  maître d'
                         linen napkins and
                         unpronounceable
                            import wine...


poet Don Wentworth, Pittsburg, Pennsylvania...

   one noble truth leaf after leaf after leaf

               near frozen rain                     just beyond reach
               beads on the leafless maple--      just within reach
               so, too, with love                     everything
               each little drop
               refracts the light           
                                           spring maple   key to my heart

poet Pablo Neruda...

When I am writing                poet r soos, Joshua Tree, California... 
I am not here
and when I return                forms
I am gone.          
                                      some want to be trees    
                                      others want to be leaves
                                      and each one belongs

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)

Angelee Deodhar, Teresinka Pereira, Ajśa Zahirović, Rex Sexton and Rochelle, a sneaky bear, Sir Chris Faiers, Judith Partin-Nielsen, Cindy Rosmus, and, Juanita Torrence-Thompson...

c

Haiga! Poem by 

ayaz daryl nielsen, artist,

Angelee Deodhar...

assistant editor

Tama, mewing,

"You are loved
and remembered
by all,

Angelee"...

          poets Teresinka Pereira, Ottawa Hills, Ohio, 

            and Ajśa Zahirović, Bosnia and Herzegovina, in Sarajevo...  

poet Teresinka Pereira...             poet Ajśa Zahirović...

        PASSION                          You, in a far-away country!

                                           Stop by.

Time                                     The sky has many hues.

can't ever bend me down.

I have a panoramic tongue,           Ti u dalekoj zemlji!

hungry eyes                              Navrati,

and invisible feet:                       nebo je visêbojno.

I am in love!  

PAIXÁO                                   A good word uttered -

Nem o tempo                            It is life

pode impedir-me!                      In the eternal vessels.       

Tempo uma língua panorâmica,       

olhos famintos                          Lijepo rečena riječ

e pés invisíveis:                         život

estou apaixonada!                      u vječnim posudama.



             'Desert Flower', by Rex Sexton (for Rochelle)...
                               assistant editor Frosty, firmly stating,
                                        "We won't ever forget you, Rex..."

                                             

 
                  (snuck in by bear)          
          a poem by ayaz daryl nielsen...  

               The Heart Dance  

               Open your heart

                  inside may be a sigh,

                  a stone, a river,

                  a golden throne

                  or a sliver of ice

               Come, open your heart!

               Open your heart

                  inside may be a stumble,

                  a dance, grandmother’s lost

                  eyelash, or even

                  empty yearning

               Come, open your heart!

               Open your heart

                  inside, a drinking song,

                  an immortal’s kiss, or even

                  ink dark loneliness

               Come, open your heart!

               Come with your open heart

                  we’ll whirl and zumba

                  the dance of a found

                  eyelash, of an immortal’s

                  kiss, of an ice sliver

                  melting, melting, melting

                Come, heart of 

                  all hearts

                Come, beloved,

                   and dance.

annoying neighbor cat, insisting, "if a bear can sneak 
into this poetry post, so can a picture of me!"                     
                  

noble assistant editor Kitty Kali, stating:
"Mister Editor, this is what you get for being sneaky..."


ok, noble assistants, no more sneakiness 
                    (without prior approval)

noble assistant editor Frosty, mewing,
       "poetry from a most favorite human
poet, and shaman, of Eel Pie Island Dharma fame        (a hippie memoir/haibun)
        Chris Faiers, Marmora, Ontario!"...

    After cold night
    scraping burnt commune rice pot
    on the lawn for birds

                  Making camp
                  in a vacant lot
                  with outcast cats

  (Frosty:  Blessings and belly rubs, Sir Faiers!)

   Balding father            Talked all night        Through thin walls
   hippie son                 ashes at dawn           radio blaring
   in an ancient pub        girls asleep              "It's All Right Now"

from our beloved Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado,

poem that appeared in Yellow Mama (ed., precious Cindy Rosmus)... 

          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

       ...noble assistant editor Kitty Kali: 

                                      "Mister Editor, you sneaked again..."

                  poet Juanita Torrence-Thompson,

                                            Bayside, New York...

                                              

                                                 

                Fallen leaves 

                Hug emerald grass                         

                Like a babe grasping a bottle             

                                               

                                             Soft winds transform

                                             Scarlet and golds                    

                                             Into dancing spirals of joy          

                                             Whispering and swishing

                                             To syncopated beats

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! Stephanie Hiteshew, Vernon Odam, Rumi, James B. Peters, Teresinka Pereira, Haris Ichwan, Robert Gniewek, t. kilgore splake, Toma Rosen, Judith Partin-Nielsen, and, Patricia Carragon!

                                                            

noble assistant editor

  Kitty Kali: "Poetry!"                 

poet Stephanie Hiteshew

Columbia, Maryland...

     Her Silky Web

     The spider weaves

     her silky web

     on a party-throwing-

     back porch,

     uninterrupted

     and unscathed.

              poet RUMI...

            When you

            do things from

            the soul,

            you feel a

            river moving

            in you, 

            a joy

poet James B. Peters,

              Cottontown, Tennessee...

         JUST A MINUTE-KU

  Just a minute

  As mom catches the boy

  With his hand in the cookie jar

              Just a minute

              As the doctor

              Writes the prescription

  Just a minute

  As the policeman

  Checks your license

                Just a minute

                As the telephone rings

                During a conversation

   Just a minute

   As another haiku

   Matures

                                                                 

        poet Teresinka Pereira
           Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

        THANKSGIVING

               2019

        To be fair to family

        and friends

        we celebrate

        "Thanksgiving"

        every year

        eating together

        the traditional turkey.

        I celebrate "work"

        and the energy,

        talent and joy

        it gives us

        with the hope

        for prosperity

        and still searching

        for happiness

        in our prayers. 

                        

poet Robert Gniewek,
Black Lick, Pennsylvania...                                artist Haris Ichwan                                 

God has responsibilities - justice had

occurred,                                            poet t. kilgore splake

                                                       Calumet, Michigan...

no one to see            

                                                     reading poem to himself

 

                  silent, unheard sounds                                  

                   gentle music of soul

 poet toma rosen,

       Mt. Baldy Zen Center, California

          except for the very apex

          of his hat--

          his emerald green hat--

          the garden gnome   now

          stands buried in white.

          through the frosted window

          I observe his predicament

          all-the-while

          trying to ignore

          my slush-muckin' boots and

          dented snow shovel--

          stored in

              the porch corner...

        poet Judith Partin-Nielsen,          

        longmont, Colorado...                  

                                                   poet Patricia Carragon,

        Winter Buddha                          Brooklyn, New York                         

                                                   

        Statue of Buddha                       feline etiquette

        sits peacefully                          humans must cater to cats

        beside the front door                  never vice versa

        now wearing a crown                  

        of freshly blown snow

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)