with each purr, pleas for more...
poetry!
Joshua Tree, California...
voice
you pick the flowers
from the garden of my heart
proud of your singing
poets
hunt through the night sky
for brand new stars to exploit
another new song
simple
let the poem tear
serenity from silence
unravel its dream
and, our heartfelt thank you, mr. soos!, who just released, through his Cholla Needles Press, a collection of poetry
from our beloved
Judith Partin-Nielsen titled
'breathing sand'
(www.chollaneedles.com)
from poet Judith Partin-Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado... a poem of which Cindy Rosmus, writer and editor of our most favorite on-line home, Yellow Mama, states, "This Courtney Love poem is one of THE best poems I've ever read, in my life!" (poem is also in 'breathing sand')
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 and friend George Held, New York, New York...
Pie
This is a poem on pie,
Whose pleasures none can deny,
Whether of fruit, nut, or meat
Pie's a delectable treat.
Mom baked apple and cherry,
Peach, pecan, and blueberry;
Both in and out of season,
Her pies are good reason
We bless her memory,
Her faults just ephemery.
So sing a paean to pie,
Whose pleasures none can deny.
5 AM,
an oriole singing our song --
the waning moon
The Panthenon
Your ruins,
still standing
for us
to take
a selfie
at
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
wildflowers exploding
bright spring colors writer's block over
magic of creation moving beyond edge
alive in creative flow
leaving footprints
on wilderness trail
forgotten pleasure
just taking a walk
from noble assistant editor Tama,
'Ohhh, my soul reaches out to embrace this kitty...'
from Pogo, drowsin' on an Okeechobee log...
slowly anxiously the
aged silver-cloud tom
searches throughout
the house.
his littermate--
last faithful companion
is no longer here. . .
. . .hope
finally dissolving into reality
he resigns himself--
sagging into a
sun-pattern of amber warmth
shuffling its way across the
now lonely rug. . .
poet Stephanie Hiteshew, Columbia, Maryland...
Morning Glory Shoes
Morning The mud,
glory caked to my
for this day. shoe.
A The other,
thunderstorm entrenched
later. in a clump,
fudge-like,
and stuck.
poet Vernon Waring, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania...
LAST NIGHT
The wild man
that last night I dreamed
now sleeps
to dream of me
Silent Protest
In church pews I am quiet
In libraries I'm hushed
At grave sites I am silent
In theaters I am shushed
In hospital halls I whisper
The epitome of poise
But frankly what I'd welcome now
Is some pure unadulterated NOISE!
poet pl. wick somewhere --dreaming of the road again...
for my neighbor foxes
a late-hour snack--
remaining salmon and
some added MeowMix
left by the downed spruce...
...in no time at all
pairs of glowing eyes
blink back
in the lantern beam
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska... early morning downpour
the blue jay in my yard
unfazed
and, you can mail your poetry to:
5 AM,
an oriole singing our song --
the waning moon
The Panthenon
Your ruins,
still standing
for us
to take
a selfie
at
poet t. kilgore splake, Calumet, Michigan...
wildflowers exploding
bright spring colors writer's block over
magic of creation moving beyond edge
alive in creative flow
leaving footprints
on wilderness trail
forgotten pleasure
just taking a walk
from noble assistant editor Tama,
'Ohhh, my soul reaches out to embrace this kitty...'
from Pogo, drowsin' on an Okeechobee log...
slowly anxiously the
aged silver-cloud tom
searches throughout
the house.
his littermate--
last faithful companion
is no longer here. . .
. . .hope
finally dissolving into reality
he resigns himself--
sagging into a
sun-pattern of amber warmth
shuffling its way across the
now lonely rug. . .
poet Stephanie Hiteshew, Columbia, Maryland...
Morning Glory Shoes
Morning The mud,
glory caked to my
for this day. shoe.
A The other,
thunderstorm entrenched
later. in a clump,
fudge-like,
and stuck.
poet Vernon Waring, King of Prussia, Pennsylvania...
LAST NIGHT
The wild man
that last night I dreamed
now sleeps
to dream of me
Silent Protest
In church pews I am quiet
In libraries I'm hushed
At grave sites I am silent
In theaters I am shushed
In hospital halls I whisper
The epitome of poise
But frankly what I'd welcome now
Is some pure unadulterated NOISE!
poet pl. wick somewhere --dreaming of the road again...
for my neighbor foxes
a late-hour snack--
remaining salmon and
some added MeowMix
left by the downed spruce...
...in no time at all
pairs of glowing eyes
blink back
in the lantern beam
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska... early morning downpour
the blue jay in my yard
unfazed
Kitty Kali, stating,
'May all be well, and,
we'll all enjoy our special treats!'
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)