Saturday, December 7, 2019

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...

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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 

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












9 comments:

Brown-stone Poets said...

wonderful issue. my friend, juanita is in this issue. YAY! Treats for all!

Patricia

Anonymous said...

extra treats and exceptionally Happy Holidays for Juanita!!! for Patricia!!!

pl. said...

haiga--soooo well done.

Pogo smiles

Anonymous said...

Pogo! We love's ya!

Bijay Kant Dubey said...

The path of life,
Where does it go to,
Where does it take to,
How to say it,
Say it?

P C K PREM said...

Good lyrics...make you sit up and think...

Anonymous said...

thank you, your presence is very much appreciated - best to your day!

Peggy French said...

Wonderful collection, so enjoyable...treats for all and happy holidays

Anonymous said...

Cheers and extra treats for all us unknowns! And your next few days are going to be just awesome!