Sunday, February 10, 2019

Peggy Dugan French, Juanita Torrence-Thompson, Carl Mayfield, Joanna M. Weston, r. soos, t. kilgore splake, Paulo Dias Neme, Teresinka Pereira, and, you and us...


poet Peggy Dugan French, Cardiff, California...

             batter dripping from fingers      adults now
             laughter filling the room         family gatherings
             remembering....                     shifting with the wind 
            

poet Juanita Torrence-Thompson, Bayside, New York...

                    LOVE HAIKU

                    Sweet smell, honey talk
                    Followed by warm chartreuse dreams
                    Spinning from above.

poet Carl Mayfield, Rio Rancho, New Mexico...

                          the wind
                                 tells the trees
                                       what it needs

poet Joanna M. Weston, Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia...

                            this bench given
                            in memory
                            an old woman sits



poet r. soos, Joshua Tree, California...

                              this poem

                              is not poetry
                              not in any way you want
                              it is what it is

                              your poem

                              may be poetry
                              because it comes from your mind
                              it is what it is

                              this poem

                              could be poetry
                              if you hear inner music
                              if is what if is

                              our poem

                              will be poetry
                              in every dance we both dance
                              she is what he is


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

                                winter memories
                

                                 tiny snowflake

                               melting on tongue

                            bringing warm memories

                              cross-country skiing

                                ice hockey games

                                frozen mill pond

                               skating with allison

                                holding her close

                               tender young times

                                living the moment

poet Paulo Dias Neme, São Paulo, Brasil...
         translated by Teresinka Pereira...

     It will not be long

     It will not be long
     when humanity one day
     will shine
     in all the cities
     with the desired peace
     of the man with good will,
     who refuses the sword
     and preaches love.
     With love comes peace,
     peace that liberates man from pain
     peace that takes hatred out of sight.


All of us at Bear Creek Haiku are convinced that each and every one of us, you and us, will have the best Valentine's Day ever, you, us, and all our loved ones...


   











extra treats, hugs and a happy and specially blessed Valentine's Day to all! And, we'll


see you in a moment...

5 comments:

Jules said...

<3 :)

Jo Balistreri said...


A shout out to Peggy Dugan French and Paulo. And a thank you to everyone who made this such a special Valentine's Day blog.

Unknown said...

hugs and treats for beloved Jo!

Jo Balistreri said...

Thank you. Meow.

Jules said...

:)