noble assistant editor Kitty Kali: "A new poetry post! And I'll just do it!"
poetry from the noble poets of print bear creek haiku #160. . .
poet Dennis Rhodes, Naples, Florida...
Mr. Buff
My friend David once had a cat.
His name was Mr. Buff. He was
a portly feline welcome mat.
He couldn't get enough
affection. He was charismatic,
loved humans dearly.
He was ecstatic
when his belly was being rubbed:
purred like a lawnmower.
Gray as a rainy day,
was never known to
scare a mouse
much less catch one!
I would
sometimes feed Mr. Buff
when David was away. So
cool and sophisticated that cat
was--loved Fancy Feast and
washed it down
with Chardonnay.
(with able assists from poet pl. wick,
and! CASAS Aninal Shelter Pawprints Quarterly #52)
poet Kelley Jean White,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...
poet t. kilgore splake,
I thought of death Calumet, Michigan...
as a great cold stillness
now I see her others lost in dreams
as a strong but gentle wind
warm enough, cool enough, for song. you just went ahead
started writing poetry
reading poem to himself
silent unheard sounds
gentle music of soul
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...
The best advice
Knows its place Happy barks
In the room Senior dog
Adopted
poet Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky...
Drumbeats
in the forest Flowers in the snow...
before sunrise tiny crocus
trees talk of another dressed in bright sunlight
snowy day
Earth turns
shadows fall
a cloudlit sky
the waning moon
poet Rick Smith,
Alta Loma, California... She speaks no English
just perfect Spanish and French.
Somehow we manage.
Desperate coyote,
he jumps at a crescent moon,
he smells it from here.
poet James B. Peters, poet Ed Markowski,
Cottontown, Tennessee... Chicago, Illinois...
Cottontown, Tennessee... Chicago, Illinois...
ALMOST-KU Essence
almost 5 a.m. On
the rooster crowing the
in the barnyard
inside
almost the end of the road and
the last house
before the river outside
of
almost home
from the back seat this
are we there yet full
in the morning length
frost on the lawn mirror
almost winter
every
more than eighty years thing
almost the end
of a good life about
me
Just a minute
As another haiku is
Matures an
allusion
to
an
illusion
poet Corey D. Cook, East Thetford, Vermont...
nightly pilgrimage to the bar neighbors' sprinklers go tsk tsk tsk
in his lapel
a heart-shaped leaf
golden anniversary
almost 5 a.m. On
the rooster crowing the
in the barnyard
inside
almost the end of the road and
the last house
before the river outside
of
almost home
from the back seat this
are we there yet full
in the morning length
frost on the lawn mirror
almost winter
every
more than eighty years thing
almost the end
of a good life about
me
Just a minute
As another haiku is
Matures an
allusion
to
an
illusion
poet Corey D. Cook, East Thetford, Vermont...
nightly pilgrimage to the bar neighbors' sprinklers go tsk tsk tsk
in his lapel
a heart-shaped leaf
golden anniversary
noble assistant the Froster:
"Mister Editor, us kitties are mewing
and prancing, too! We're going
to complete this new post!"
poet Darrell Lindsey,
Nachodoches, Texas...
sumi-e mountains
a blackbird tries to fly
from the drying ink...
"and!," mews assistant editor Frosty,
"a poem from our beloved
Judith Partin-Nielsen"...
Longing
to enter
that fortress of stone
to be seen
and known and needed
and known and needed
for even those things
that are lacking. To
climb its towers of beauty
and open its ornate doors
that lead deeper and deeper
into the paths of belonging.
into the paths of belonging.
noble assistant editors, here is the cover of our bestest friend
Patricia Carragon's newest collection of mewtiful poems!
see you in a moment...
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bear creek haiku
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Longmont, CO
80502
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