Wednesday, November 27, 2019

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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)











Friday, November 22, 2019

poets Adrian Bouter, Kitsuné, Corey Cook, Alan Catlin, Paula Yup, Patricia Carragon, Judith Partin-Nielsen, t. kilgore splake, Vanessa Kittle!



Noble assistant editors Frosty and Tamamewing, "A poetry thanksgiving post, Mister Editor!  We'll give thanks for poetry by presenting poems from favorite poets! And then! Treats and belly rubs for all!"


                   poet Adrian Bouter, the Netherlands...

          blue highways
          a red van slowly vanishing        wintertime
                                                 her tan lines clearly fading


        poet Kitsuné, Hwy. 1 road-trip, California...              

                           a yellow balloon
                           floating away --
         
                           traveling home
                             with the clouds


        poet Corey Cook, East Thetford, Vermont...

         in his lapel

         a heart-shaped leaf

         golden anniversary

                                     small cloud idles

                                     behind tree's bare branches

                                     restores canopy


         poet Alan Catlin, Schenectady, New York...

                       Daily

                       Crow gather in the Hollow
                       every day at 4 p.m.,
                       moving from tree to tree,
                       calling out as they go,
                       moving as one.
                       Who is the time-keeper?

     Michael

      artist and poet Paula Yup, Spokane, Washington...

                  ALMOST HOME

                  on the bus
                  headed to my apartment
                  where my husband's paintings
                  grace the walls
                  while outside it rains
                  inside
                  I'm raining  too


      poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...

   kitty rubs
   against your legs           faucet waterfall
   free massage                thinking of cats and haiku
                                  while I brush my teeth




                 Noble Assistant Editor Frosty, mewing,
   "As always will be, we all love's that Brooklyn girl!

And here's our very own poet, Judith Partin-Nielsen!"...

      things unfold 
      as they do              wanting to go home
      and even in that       longing toward that place
      there is                  now only remembered
      a special beauty
                                 still, I see the horizon





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

                  graybeard's new poem          others lost in dreams
   
                  rising above mountains         you just went ahead
  
                     lost in rainbow sky          started writing poetry

                           
                          poet Vanessa Kittle, Arvada, Colorado...
          
                               She lives in winter white sheets
                               surrounded by snow
                               cheeks blushing with the frost
                               they are cherry blossoms




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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)








Sunday, November 17, 2019

metamorphosing! poets Darrell Lindsey, Vanessa Kittle (her kitty), Kitsuné, pl. wick, Alan Catlin, Pogo, and, Teresinka Pereira...



poet Darrell Lindsey, Nacogdoces, Texas, from his soon-to-be chapbook,
"A Master of Stick Figures", Velvet Dusk Publishing   velvetduskpublishing.com  

                                 sumi-e mountains

                                 a blackbird tries to fly

                                 from the drying ink




Happy assistant editor Kitty Kali: 'Mister Editor!  We've very special visitors!                      poet Vanessa Kittle, and her Kitty, from Arvada, Colorado!!"

               She lives in winter white sheets                               

             surrounded by snow
             cheeks blushing with the frost
             they are cherry blossoms

             and a scrape of dirt where berries can live and grow

             I'll be winter so I can hold you holding onto leaves
             and I’ll be snow that I may melt on your tongue
             and with your breath
             Then you may drink me like pure glacial water
             to keep you refreshed and moving through the night

             Come show me what the inside of your kisses look like

Vanessa Kittle's Kitty!

       poet Kitsuné, Hwy 1 road-trip, California

                  a yellow balloon
                  floating away -

                  traveling home
                     with the clouds

       poet pl. wick, Empire, Colorado...

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

                                       
assistant editor Tama, "Gotta love those
              soft fuscous mouses..."


poet Alan Catlin, Schenectady, New York...

                    Daily

                    Crow gather in the hollow
                    every day at 4 p.m.,
                    moving from tree to tree,
                    calling out as they go,
                    traveling as one.
                    Who is the timekeeper?




poet Pogo, sunnin' on an Okeechobee cyprus log...

              give a man a fish
              he eats for a day                  bobbing on sunlit ripples
                                                    young teals
              teach a man to fish--               in close formation
              and he will seldom
                be seen again                       three cinnamon specks




poet Teresinka Pereira, Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

           last night the lily                      a noite passada o lírio
           in the tall vase bloomed              no alto vaso floresceu
           from what silent source.               na fonte deste silêncio.




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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)






                                                                                   

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Rebecca Lilly's 'Pine, Rock, and Fog' from Chintamani Press (of print poetry publication Lalitamba fame), poets Pogo, Stephanie Hiteshew, Harry T Roman, and, Teresinka Pereira...


        "Mister Editor!," mews assistant editor Frosty... 
         
    Yes, Noble Assistant!  You're all purrs and snuggleness-  
                           why so happy!?

   "Most mewtiful Chintamani Press will soon publish an awesome collection of Rebecca Lilly's haiku!  
   And, we have a copy! Ninety-some pages with hundreds of seer Rebecca's masterful, mystical, lovely poems! 

Here, also, is the lovely cover...

and, a sample of Rebecca's haiku!!"        



 

         MIDNIGHT MOON

         So close, my own breath,
         a snowfall; its shadowy
         clouds, shadows of self.

         Transform your own being,
         said the seer, first by falling
         through the world you know.

         Water flows silent
         and effortless; buried in
         soil, the seed grows.




noble assistant editor Tama- "Chintamani Press also parents the awesome print poetry publication Lalitamba"...   www.lalitamba.org                          
                                                                             
seer and poet Rebecca Lilly...

             No returning from 
             truth.  Ah, once known forever
             after, it haunts you.   

and, a treat!  poems and poets of soon-to be print bear creek haiku #160...

poet Pogo, sunnin' on an Okeechobee cyprus log...

       beyond          
       the campfire's fading light
       blackness of the forest               late night kitchen snack--
       begins creeping in.                    hard-boiled egg.
                                                 first shell-tap
       mellow whooo of an owl...
                                                 three house cats materialize
       my ragged blanket seems           
       somehow warmer...


Kitty Kali, "Yes! Pogo's fortunate home has three house cats!" 



        assistant editor Kitty Kali, insisting on

poetry from Stephanie Hiteshew, Columbus, Maryland...

               Her Silky Web

               The spider weaves
               her silky web
               on a party-throwing
               back porch,
               uninterrupted
               and unscathed.


                
                Instrumental

                From the bridge
                to the beach below,
                I hear the raindrops
                pluck the water
                like playing cello.



poet Harry T. Roman, East Orange, New jersey...

        pumpkin smiles fading
        piles of wet leaves
        scent of snow in the air

                           yellow and white
                           aromatic delight:
                           honeysuckle



                                                  

                             poet Teresinka Pereira
                             Ottawa Hills, Ohio...

                             ANOTHER AFTERNOON

                             Is it fair to say
                             I love you
                             when there is
                             an enormous
                             geographic limitation
                             between us?

                             The afternoon light
                             announces its end
                             and night is coming up
                             with its tired moon face
                             which I am not sure
                             is mine or yours
                             stepping in the scenery.

                             A protocol voice
                             stops in time
                             and the verb "to love"
                             is overturned
                             because there is
                             another flower,
                             another wine,
                             another afternoon.





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 

Last!  If you choose to send poetry via email from within the US,
                                    that's ok, too (again, include postal address)